"Not even close." I say as I shake my head.

"What do you mean not even close? We just tied in the swear jar shit." He clasps a hand over his mouth and I giggle.

"No we didn't. You have to put in a bonus for having two women knocked up at the same time." I become serious and lift one eyebrow up. "You literally knocked up your fiancee and your high school frenemy at the same fucking time." I huff.

"Ex. Ex-fiancee." He corrects.

"Ex-fiancee. You knocked her up too. Like..." I let out a humourless chuckle. "I'm thinking your sperm should swim in the Olympics. Might win a trophy or three."

"You swore." He says casually.

"No shit."

I grab his wallet again and take out another three hundred dollar and put two hundred in his jar and a hundred in mine.

"I'm not sure that's quite how this swear jar works–"

"Fuck that shit." I say and take out two hundred and put it in his jar again.

"You're cheating." He said with a chuckle.

"Am I?" I act dumb. "And what are going to do about it lover boy?" I cock an eyebrow up with a smirk.

He slowly walks towards me with a mischievous smile.

"Punish you?" I giggle.

Crap I'm actually giggling.

"How so?" He wraps his arms around my waist. He claims my lips with his.

Butterflies erupt in my tummy but I ignore the feeling. We can't be anything more than co-parenting fuck buddies. I mean I hate this guy's guts for God's sake.

I break from the kiss and look up at his eyes.

"Are you also going to do this fuck buddies thing with Marilyn too?" I just needed to know.

I wanted to be the only one but if I wasn't could I get angry?

Would I be allowed to get angry?

He keeps quiet for a moment and so I decided to talk again.

"But if you want to you know... have other partners, who am I to stop you–"

He shut me up with a kiss making my heart to increase and butterflies go crazy.

"I'm pretty comfortable with fucking just you." He said in a low deep voice and a smile crept to my lips, along with a deep blush.

"So...this is a monogamous relationship?" He nods his head

"Not sure what that means but yeah." He says and I giggle.

"Okay now. Moving on to my punishment." I say with a smirk.

He assaults my neck with his soft lips, leaving a trail of hickies on his way to my sweet spot.

My hands shoot to his hair as we both moan in pleasure.

He picks me up and places me on the counter and continues kissing my body as he slowly removes my clothes.

~~~~~~~

Look at him. He seems so peaceful as he sleeps. Nothing like the cocky ass I know.

His hair is beautifully dark and his facial features are to die for.

If my kids come out pretty, they'll probably take after their father.

Gosh this idiot is actually the father of my children.

Too bad we'll never get married.

Why am I even thinking of marriage? I'm not a person who's all about this whole "having a family" life.

Gosh, I let him in my life for two days and he fucks up my whole mindset.

Perfect.

"Like what you see?" And his back.

I turn to my phone and check the time.

It's almost 8 pm and I have a flight to Toronto at 9.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." I get out of bed and make my way to his shower with my clothes in hand.

I take off his shirt and take a quick shower and put on my clothes.

"Going somewhere?" He frowns as I nod. "Where?"

"Toronto in about an hour and a half. I have a few minutes left before I have to leave for the airport." I head for my phone on the nightstand.

"Why didn't you tell me before hand?" He seems a little offended and upset.

"Well did I really have to. I mean...it's work related and you honestly didn't ask." I sigh heavily as I tie my hair into a low ponytail.

"I don't care if it's work related because you should've told me– and I didn't have to ask for you to tell me." He argues back and I scoff in disbelief.

"So what now? I have to tell you every little thing I do?" I question rhetorically.

"Yes, Harley, you have to–"

"Says who?" I yell now.

"Me!" He yells back.

"And who the fuck are you to dictate my every move?" I yell out, raging.

"I'm the fucking father of those babies growing in you." He says and I raise my eyebrows in a bit of shock.

I let out a humourless laugh and place my hands on my hips.

"Well you know what– if it's going to be like this every fucking time I have to travel, then I'd rather have an abortion." My voice cold and low.

I stare at him in the eyes as I utter my hurtful words. His eyes flicker with pain.

"I don't think you'd do that." His voice slightly broken.

"Well I actually would because." I let out a breathless, humourless laugh. "I did not want a family. I most definitely did not want a child especially not with you." My words slip out of anger.

He sighs frustrated and hurt as he looks at his hands.

"Well if that's you how feel."

"Yeah that's exactly how I feel." I cut him off.

"Then it shouldn't be a problem killing our children."