“In there?” He pointed at her stomach, his other hand reaching out for something to steady himself with but coming up empty.
“No shit, asshole!” She exclaimed, hugging herself.
“But…” he blinked hard “how did that get there?”
If the situation weren’t so bad then I totally would have laughed, because what kind of retarded question wasthat?
“How the fuck do you think!” She shouted, throwing her arms up “it’s what happens when you stick your dick in my vagina!”
Stryker put a hand to his forehead, incredibly pale “oh my god.” He whispered “h-how…are you sure?”
“Yes. Me and mum are pretty fucking sure or I wouldn’t be wasting your 'yay, I’m a druggie' night telling you.” She snapped, furious.
“You told your mum about this before me?” Stryker asked, eyes wide.
“Yeah, you dimwit, she’s my mum!”
She had a very fair point, in my modest opinion.
“And my brother knows too and he wants to cut your bloody dick off!”
Ouch.
“It will be bloody if he cuts it off!” Stryker pressed a hand to his chest “Jesus Christ.” He sucked in a few deep breaths “and you’re sure it’s not a mistake?”
“Yes, I’m sure!” She cried out, waving her arms around.
“A-and it’s definitely mine?”
I cringed as her hand came up and slapped Stryker hard across the face for the second time in three minutes “you little shit!” She snarled “fuck yes it’s yours!”
“Don’t go getting pissed at me!” Stryker shouted.
“Don’t go shouting at me!” She screamed right back.
“I’m not shouting, I’m having a panic attack!”
And god did I believe him. I had half a mind to step in.
“Well calm the fuck down, then, because we have a bad fucking situation to deal with!”
Stryker wheezed out a breath “fuck.” His eyes were wide as he looked at the girl “fuck, I’m going to be a dad.” Pressing a hand to his chest, he heaved in a deep breath and tried to get his gasping under control “fuck, Raven.”
“And I’m going to be a mum and I certainly don’t feel any better about it!”
Stryker kept a hand pressed to his chest as he asked “how long?”
“St-“
“How long?”
“A-about four months, I think. Maybe? That’s…the maths, anyway.”
And that was where me and Theobothstepped in, because Stryker physically looked like he was about to faint.
“Okay, S.” I muttered as I placed a hand between his shoulder blades and grabbed his arm to keep him steady “you’re okay. Deep breaths.”
“I can’t- I- notnow.”
