My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was nauseous. He was thin and tall, but his shoulders were broad enough to support my stomach, and I was pregnant.

After he took a few steps, I pulled at his clothes and shouted, "Sawyer, put me down quickly! I'm pregnant! It's too dangerous for you to do this!" Initially, he was in a hurry to leave. But when he heard what I said, he stopped abruptly and put me down. He stared at me and said, "Since when?"

I was feeling a little dizzy, so I held my forehead and replied, "It has been two months. You're crazy, go home and stop harassing others."

I was exasperated.

"Is it Hendrix's?"

D*mn it, I wanted to rage so badly but I endured it. In all seriousness, I answered his foolish question, "I'm his wife. Who else can I have a baby with? Go home already!"

"Does he know?" His temper flared and he blocked my way with a stern face.

Looking at Sawyer, I said helplessly, "Of course he knows, he's the father. If he doesn't, who would?"

in low spirits, and I was in a bad mood. I was really exhausted. Brushing him aside, I went back to the

probably didn't sleep

station. When I returned home, she was sleeping

there. I cleaned up and washed some fruits. Then, I sat in the living room perusing my phone while waiting for

were on the same floor, next to each other. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. My phone vibrated a few times. I checked the caller ID and it turned out to be an

to answer it, but the mystery caller was persistent.

"Arianna!" This voice... Austin?

did he call me in the middle of the

"What's the matter?"

he won't

calling me in the middle of the

you? You felt excluded, so you're using me as your punching

pause, I continued, "If you really like Andrea, I think you should talk to Hendrix. The three of you can still... Never mind. Don't call me for no reason. It doesn't mean that you can vent your frustrations on me just because you are