Caged By Him

Chapter 43

"Okay. T-Thank you." I say and she hangs up. I then go over to the bathroom and brush my teeth, waiting for Stella impatiently. 

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"How are you feeling?" Stella asks as she holds me tight and pats my back.

"Tired." I chuckle slightly to lighten the mood.

"Here you go." She lets go of me and hands me a bag, which I'm guessing has the pregnancy test inside.

I take it from her and mutter a 'thank you' as she gives me a comforting look.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" She asks and I shake my head.

"I think this is something I need to do by myself." I tell her and she nods understanding.

"Okay. Call me as soon as you can." She says and I nod, reassuring her that I will.

"You can tell the driver to take you back." I inform her and she nods then leans in to kiss my cheek. She then shuts the door and I watch her walk away.

I head upstairs, going straight to the bathroom. I set everything down and lean in against the sink, taking a deepbreath.

After reading the instructions on the pregnancy test, I open the packaging and do as it says. Peeing on the stick then waiting the amount of time requested.

Five minutes later, it's time. I don't think I've ever been this nervous. I don't even want to look. But I have to suck it up and just be done with it. This involves more than me.

Picking the stick up, I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Please, be negative. Please, please please please please.

Opening my eyes, I look at the result. Two lines. It has two lines. My hands start shaking and I relentlessly start to cry. It's confirmed. I'm actually pregnant.

I drop the stick and it falls into the bin. I fall on my knees crying.

Just the thought makes me petrified. I don't know how Tristan will react. We never talked about having kids. What if he forces me to abort it? What if he doesn't want children and throws me to the street? How will I be a single mom at 20 years old?

He's a mafia leader. My baby will always be in danger. I don't know what to do and I'm scared to see his reaction.

My knees start shaking and I sit up on the ground, hugging my knees and burying my face in my lap, my face drenched in tears.

I stay like this for about 15 minutes before I hear footsteps coming closer. I know it's Tristan by the sound of his shoes but I can't even bother to look up.

Soon enough, he comes in and finds me on the bathroom floor, unable to contain my cries.

I hear him fastening his steps and rushing over to me. He gets down on one knee in front of me. "Aurora, what's wrong?" He questions, panic clear in his voice as I raise my head and stare at him. I don't even know what to say.

"Stand up." He stands, grabbing both my hands in his and helping me up. "What happened?" He asks again.

I sniffle, my voice cracking "I-I'm sorry. I took my shot and everything." I apologize, feeling the tears trickling down my face. He notices and reaches over to wipe my damp cheeks.