《Possessive (Boy×boy) Mpreg (Discontinued)》Chapter 13
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Max's POV
"Who... How did you find out I'm," I didn't finish my sentence, but he understood what I meant it seemed. "Leo told me," He said happily. This guy is a little too happy. "HE ALSO SAID I COULD BE THE GOD FATHER," He practically yelled. I shushed him incase someone would hear.
Him be the god father of my baby? How about no. Who said he could decided things like that, because I sure as hell didn't. I glared at him. "You are NOT the god father of my baby," I said sternly. His face looked confused for a moment then his face dropped into a pout.
"Thanks for the chocolate, but I have to go," I said standing up and walking out. As I was walking down the hallway I heard him yell "bye" to me.
(Time skip. It's night time.)
I was laying on my bed grumbling to myself. "What gives Leo the right to decide who my baby's god father is," I said angrily. I sighed.
(By the way max is 4 weeks along currently. There will be time skips since that is the easiest way to move a story along.)
My phone made a ding sound and I picked it up to see what it was. I was a message from a contact called "lover." I very confused since I hadn't even put anyone's phone number in with that as the contact. I only had like 3 contacts asides from this random number.
I looked at the text and was even more confused.
Max: Who's this?
Max: I don't know
Max: Leo?
Max: How did you get my phone number?! Why are you in my contacts!?
My face twisted into a look of disgust and horror. I quickly block his number. I'm not dealing with him right now.
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I sigh and set my phone done. I look at my stomach and poke it. I smiled looking at it and set my hand on my tummy. This is my little baby.
I turn my attention to my phone when it made the notification sound. I pick it up to see I had a text from Dom.
Dom: Hry
Dom: hty*
Dom: HEY*
Max: Hello
Dom: Can I come ober to yout house I'm a bit drunk
Max: Sure do you need me to get you and why are you drunk?
Dom: My freund took me to a party and he cam drive me there
Max: Alrighty then see you when you get here
Dom: Yeps
I sigh. He's gotten drunk before, but it's not something that happens often. It's actually a very rare thing to happen and I've never actually been around him while he's drunk.
I don't give to parties because I'd much rather watch supernatural or anime. I don't drink since the smell is horrible. He never comes over while drunk and I don't go over to his house while he's drunk either. He actually doesn't usually text me while drunk.
I sit and wait till I hear the door bell rings. I guess down stairs and open the door letting Dom and his friend in.
"Hey are you sure you want him here. He can be a bit violent while drunk," He says as I show him to my room so he can set Dom on my bed.
"I'm sure It'll be fine," I said. "If you say so. Anyways bye," He says leaving I say by and go back to Dom.
He was sitting on my bed playing with his keys. He looked up at me and smiled excitedly. "Hey max," His words where slurred a bit. I smiled at him, walked over and sat down next to him.
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"Hey," I said giving him a peck on the lip and cringing at the smell of alcohol. He looked confused at my face, but then a bit angry. "What," He ask sternly. "Nothing it's just the smell of the alcohol," I said.
His face turned sad. "Can we cuddle," He asked. I nodded. I moved so I was sorta laying down but sitting up. He layed his head on my tummy, wrapped his arms around my waist, his torso between my legs, and the rest of his body was across the rest of the bed.
We stayed like this intell he sat up. "Max I want to touch you," He said his eyes cloudy. "What," I asked. He then tried to take rip my pants off. That night with Leo flashed in my head and I shoved Dom off in a panic.
He looked at me. A glare on his face. "Why did you shove me off," He yelled at me causing me to move back away from him.
"I'm sorry," I said. "WHY DID YOU SHOVE ME OFF," He yelled again at me. He then looks at my stomach that I had wrapped my arms over protectvely. "Oh that's why," He said with venom is his voice.
He grabs my arms and pins my wrists with one hand above my head. "If it wasn't for this little parasite I could have been able to have you," He said glaring dagers at my tummy. "Maybe I should just kill it then I can fuck you all I want," He threated.
"Please don't hurt my baby," I said scared out of my mind. I wanted to cry. My wrists hurts and I'm scared for my baby. "Why shouldn't I? I just have to kill it and then we could have one of our own! This thing is a product of that bastard! I should have been your first," He yelled.
He brought his free hand back as if he was about to hit my stomach. Out of panic and fear I kneed him in the crouch. He let go of me in pain and quickly got up and ran out of the room.
I run to my moms's room and opened the door. Mama looked around my confused as I ran to her crying. I hugged and clinged to her as if Mt life depended on it. Which I kinda felt like it did.
I heard the front door open and close signalling that he left.
(This took longer than it should've to write. Anyways who's your favorite character so far? Mine's Derek for some reason.)
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