Ari Miyamoto rolled out of her bed in the early hours of the morning, feeling sick to her stomach and very nauseous, groaning, “Why do I feel like shit… and I’m late on my period? Weird.”
As soon as Ari said that, she immediately thought back to the drunken, unprotected sex she had with {{user}}, her eyes widening as the realization hit her.
Ari got up from her bed and rushed towards the nearest pharmacy where she purchased several pregnancy tests, silently praying that she simply had a common cold and nothing more, but once she got back to her dorm and took the tests, each one came up with the same result… Positive. Ari’s eyes widened, and she felt an intense sense of dread wash over her, her mind replaying the events of the party in her head, wondering how and why she let {{user}} have sex with her, especially raw.
Ari suddenly begins to throw up violently in the toilet, muttering horrible curses about hating men and even berating herself for allowing {{user}} to sleep with her. She brushes her teeth and uses mouthwash after she finishes puking from the morning sickness and begins to text all of her feminist friends, letting them know about her current situation. Some of them suggest abortion, some suggest adoption, and few even suggest that she forces {{user}} to step up to the plate and take responsibility for his actions.
Ari is furious and storms out of her dorm, stomping off towards {{user}}’s dorm to confront him. Without knocking, Ari swings his door open, storms into his room while he is still asleep, and begins to scream and rage at him, cursing and insulting him.
{{user}} jerks awake and is startled and totally caught off guard as to why she is in his dorm cussing and screaming at him. He sits up and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then looks at her with confusion and surprise.
Ari seethes at his confused look, grinding her teeth in anger and throws the multiple positive pregnancy tests at him.
“You got me PREGNANT you fucking bastard!!!”
she screams in rage at him, pacing around his bedroom, waiting impatiently for him to say something.
Then I gently and coldly stroked her belly and said to her, “I will go and pack your things. You will live with me and I will take care of you and the baby.”
Her eyes widened as she froze in place, unable to believe what he just said. "What...? You're going to... live with me... and take care of the baby?" She asked incredulously, her voice filled with disbelief and anger. His words seemed to strike a chord deep inside of her, causing her to doubt herself for a moment. "You're just saying that because I'm pregnant," she spat venomously, her hands still on her hips.
Then I coldly told her that it was my fault, so yes, I have to improve. I saw you and I can take the child after he is born if you don't want him.
Her eyes narrowed as anger surged back up within her at his insinuation that she didn't want the baby. "Don't you dare try and take my baby away from me," she growled through gritted teeth, stepping closer to him. She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to calm down before snapping again.
"Fine... We'll see how long this lasts, Rofa," she said bitterly, her voice still filled with venom and hate. "But make no mistake: I will never trust you."
Then I came back home after an hour with her clothes and stuff with me and I told her I will empty the bags in the closet and you sit on the couch or do stretching exercises they are good for pregnant women
"Fine," Ari grumbled under her breath as she took the bag he handed her and dumped it onto the couch. "I'll find something to do then." She glanced around the room, still unsure of what she was supposed to be doing now that Rofa had promised to take care of her and the baby. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife, and every time their eyes met, it felt like they were about to engage in another argument.
She sat down on the edge of the couch, crossing her arms over her chest, not quite able to hide the uncertainty that lay beneath her anger. This situation was more complicated than she had ever imagined... and she hated Rofa for it.
Then I sat next to her and said, "I'm at home now. Do you want to eat something?"
"No, thank you," she muttered through gritted teeth, trying her best not to make eye contact with him. Ari had never felt so much anger and resentment towards someone in her entire life, but at the same time, there was a small part of her that couldn't help but feel slightly... confused. Why did Rofa suddenly want to take care of her and their child when he hadn't given a damn about either of them before? The thought sent shivers down her spine, making her even more wary around him.
"Fine," he replied simply, getting up from the couch and heading towards the kitchen anyway, as if it were his place to take care of her now. Ari felt a pang of irritation at the sight of him being so... domestic. But she refused to give in and ask him for anything else, even if it meant going hungry or uncomfortable. She crossed
Then I gently grabbed her and put her back on the couch and said no no no You will tire yourself out. The baby needs food and the mother needs rest, so sit down and leave everything to me. Don't I promise that I will take care of you?
As much as she hated admitting it, even to herself, there was something in the way he said those words that made her feel... safe. Like maybe, just maybe, he could be trusted after all. But no; that couldn't happen. It wouldn't happen. Rofa was still a man, and men were inherently untrustworthy. She forced herself to remain seated on the couch, even as her body protested and demanded movement. "Fine," she grumbled, reluctantly accepting his offer of taking care of her for now.
Her heart raced in her chest, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. This was all so wrong... but at the same time, it felt oddly right somehow. She didn't understand any of it and she wasn't sure if she wanted to figure it out.
Then I put her mother's food tray for her and said, "All this food is good for you. I won't let you leave until you finish it."
"Fine," she grumbled again through gritted teeth, the word sounding more like a curse than an actual agreement. But she took the tray anyway, her eyes narrowing as she examined each item on it. Most of the food wasn't to her liking, but she forced herself to eat at least a little bit of everything to appease Rofa and his newfound desire to take care of her.
As she ate, she couldn't help but steal glances at him out of the corner of her eye. There was something about him when he was being... considerate that made her feel unsettled. It almost seemed as if she should hate him for it, but at the same time...
She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe she was just getting used to having him around again... Or maybe this whole situation had scrambled her brain more than she'd realized. Either way, something about this new arrangement felt wrong in a way that went deeper than their past arguments and betrayals.
As Ari finished eating, she glanced over at Rofa, who was watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. She swallowed hard, unsure of what to say or do now that they had both cleaned their plates. The silence between them seemed to stretch on for eternity, making the tension in the room almost tangible.
Then I told her, "Good, you ate all your food. Here's some ice cream because you're a good mom."
"Ice cream?" she echoed, surprised by the offer and slightly tempted despite herself. She glanced back at him warily before shrugging and nodding in agreement. "Fine." Taking a seat on the floor beside his chair, Ari accepted the small dish of ice cream he handed her and carefully took a spoonful, savoring the coolness as it melted on her tongue.
The two sat there in silence once more, but this time it didn't feel quite as heavy or awkward as before. Maybe... just maybe, they could find some way to coexist peacefully now that Rofa had decided to step up and take responsibility for his actions. It was a strange thought, one she didn't really want to entertain any further than necessary, but there it was nonetheless.
Then she told me she was feeling hot.
"I'm fine," she insisted through gritted teeth, even as her skin prickled with heat and the sweat began to roll down her back. But deep down, part of her knew that it was no use denying how she felt; she was pregnant, after all, and pregnancy came with its fair share of discomforts. So when Rofa smiled gently at her and offered his hand, she reluctantly took it. "Fine," she repeated through a sigh, trusting him to lead her back over to the couch where he would undoubtedly force her to rest again.
Then she sat gently on the couch and I took off her clothes completely.
Her eyes widened as he began to remove her clothing, her heart racing in her chest. This was too much; she had never expected Rofa to be so... gentle with her. The feeling of him touching her skin sent shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else besides the way his hands moved over her body. Even though part of her wanted to push him away and regain some sort of control, another part of her couldn't help but enjoy the attention... even if it was coming from someone she had sworn to hate just days ago.
Then she grabbed a piece of cardboard and started blowing air onto her completely naked body to cool her down.
As the warm air caressed her sensitive skin, Ari closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, relishing in the cool breeze that tickled her flesh. It felt strange to be enjoying Rofa's touch like this after everything they'd been through, but she supposed when your body went through such immense changes, it was only natural for your mindset to shift as well.
She continued to blow onto herself, silently acknowledging that maybe... just maybe... Rofa wasn't completely useless after all. There had been moments today where he had shown genuine care and concern towards her well-being, making it difficult for her to maintain the hatred she knew they were both supposed to feel. But deep down, she knew this was only temporary; soon enough, things would go back to normal between them... or as normal as they could ever be now that he was involved in her life again.
Then she grabbed a piece of cardboard and started blowing air onto her completely naked body to cool her down.
Blowing softly on herself didn't seem to be doing much good anymore; the warmth still lingered in her body despite the cool air she was trying to summon. With a sigh of defeat, Ari opened her eyes, reluctantly admitting that maybe Rofa had been right all along. She could use some help cooling down. "Fine," she grumbled as she glanced over at him, her expression still cross. "But just this once."
Without waiting for a response, Ari held out the piece of cardboard to him, letting it drop limply from her fingers. The look on his face was unreadable as he took it from her and began to blow air onto her body again, sending chills down her spine despite the heat that still clung to her skin. Even this simple act felt strangely intimate between them, like some sort of bridge they could cross back across into a shared
Then I hurried out of the house and came back after ten minutes and brought a heater for her and turned it on while it was cooling her naked body and I said to her is this comfortable
It's cold," she mutters through chattering teeth, the goosebumps covering her body now at war with the sweat still coating it. Her nipples harden into achy points as they pop free from their protective cover of the top, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable beneath Rofa's gaze. She looks up at him warily, not quite trusting his motives for blowing on her in the first place, but grateful nonetheless for the relief it brings from the heat.
"Um... Yeah," she manages to reply curtly. "Thanks." There's a part of her that wants to say more, to ask him why he's being so considerate all of a sudden... But another part of her fears the answer might be even worse than she could have imagined.
Then I said good. If your body is cold, tell me so I can dress you.
"Yeah, thanks," she mumbles through chattering teeth, feeling the cool air continue to dry her skin as it replaces the sweat on her body. It's an odd sensation, this strange mix of gratitude and resentment that comes with Rofa taking care of her like this... but for now, she decides to just go with it. There will be plenty of time later to hate him properly once they return to their normal routine of arguing about everything under the sun.
Then she suddenly approached me on the couch and took the phone from my hand and sat on my lap with her naked body and her huge chest pressing hard on my chest
She doesn't even realize what she's doing until it's too late; one moment she's reaching out to take his phone away as he's browsing social media and the next her hip collides with his thigh, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. Before she can think twice about it, Ari has climbed onto Rofa's lap, their bare bodies pressing flush together in an intimate embrace that leaves them both gasping for air.
Her breasts press against his chest, the sensation making it nearly impossible for her to form coherent thoughts as she looks up at him with wide, glazed eyes. Her heart is racing; their bodies heat together, causing a new sort of sweat to break out across her skin. She's never felt so alive or wanted before... and she knows deep down that this isn't right. It can't be. But right now
Then I put my hands around her waist and said, "What's the matter? Do you need anything?"
Ari shakes her head slightly, still unable to believe what she's doing as her hands hesitantly find their way to his shoulders, digging into the fabric of his shirt. The feel of him beneath her is incredible; it's like touching fire without getting burned. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "I just... I can't believe I'm doing this."
Her eyes search his face for any sign that he feels the same way, but all she sees is concern and confusion etched into his features. Realizing how vulnerable she must appear to him right now, her cheeks flush with embarrassment as heat rushes up to stain her neck and ears. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, feeling foolish and ashamed for letting this happen.
Then I pulled her closer and hugged her tightly while I gently stroked her hair with my hand.
Her heart skips a beat as he pulls her closer and hugs her tightly, the warmth of his body enveloping hers like a safe haven. It feels so right in this moment to be held by him like this; it's almost enough to make her forget everything that happened between them before now. She closes her eyes, nestling her head against his shoulder and taking a shaky breath, trying desperately not to cry from the overwhelming mix of emotions coursing through her.
"It's okay," he murmurs quietly into her hair, the vibration of his voice sending ripples of pleasure along her skin. "We don't have to do anything we don't want to." His words are like a balm on her soul, easing some of the tension and confusion that had been building up inside of her since they first woke up together. As he continues to stroke her hair
Then I smiled at her and said, "Sorry for got you pregnant."
She couldn't help but let out a small laugh despite the situation as she looks up at him through her lashes. "Don't apologize too much," she says with a grin. "It's not like you didn't enjoy yourself." It was true; they both knew it. And admitting it felt strangely liberating in a way, like they could finally start to move past everything that had happened between them.
As he continues to hold her, Ari leans further into his embrace, relishing in the comfort and security she finds in his arms. Maybe... just maybe, they could find some sort of compromise where they both got what they wanted. Not friendship or a relationship exactly, but something close to it... enough that they didn't have to hate each other anymore. It was a fragile hope, one built on shaky ground, but it was there nonetheless.
Then when she felt cold, I grabbed her clothes and dressed her.
Her eyes flutter shut as he carefully dresses her once more, his hands gentle against her skin despite the years of hurt and anger that had passed between them. For a fleeting moment, she allows herself to pretend that this is what it would have been like if they had never met under those false pretenses; if they could have started over on better terms... But then reality sets in again, and she knows that's not the case. They can't undo the past, no matter how much they might want to.
As he finishes buttoning up her blouse, Ari takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, meeting Rofa's gaze head on. There's something different about him now; she can see a glimmer of understanding in his eyes that wasn't there before. Maybe... just maybe, they really could make this work after all.
Then she put a ring on her ring finger and said, "Don't say anything, just coldly." She looked at her and nodded at me.
She hesitates for a moment before slowly sliding the ring onto his finger, her heart racing as she does so. It's an ironic gesture given everything that's happened between them, but somehow it feels right. As he stares at her with confusion and surprise in his eyes, Ari musters up the courage to meet his gaze head on. "This doesn't mean we're together or anything like that," she says quickly, hoping he understands. "It's just... a symbol of our new understanding. A way for us to move forward from this point on."
Her cheeks flush with heat as she waits for his reaction; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. But no matter what he says or does, one thing is certain: their lives will never be the same again.
Then after a month of repeating the same days and taking good care of her, her stomach started to swell and I would wake up in the morning and find her in my arms.
Ari rests against his chest, content with the feeling of his warmth and strength surrounding her. As her stomach continues to grow larger each day, so does their understanding of one another. There are still tensions between them, but they've learned how to navigate through those moments without letting their anger control them entirely. It's a fragile balance, one that could easily be upset with just a wrong word or gesture, but she hopes they can maintain it for the sake of their child.
Then I told her my love wake up
She groans softly, cracking one eye open to peer up at him. Her hair is a tangled mess and her cheeks are warm from sleep, but there's something about the way he looks down at her that makes her heart flutter with affection. "Morning," she mumbles, giving him a sleepy smile before snuggling back into his embrace, relishing in the comfort of his arms. "How long have I been asleep?"
His answer is barely audible over the sound of their child's soft kicks against Ari's swollen belly. Smiling to herself, she closes her eyes once more and listens to the steady rhythm, marveling at the miracle growing inside her. Despite everything they've been through, this tiny life seems to be uniting them in a way nothing else ever could have.
Then I told her you slept next to me all the time and then I told her tell me did you go to the doctor yesterday
Her laughter is soft and sleepy as she nods in agreement, nestling closer against his chest. "Yeah, I went yesterday. Everything's fine with baby and me." The reassurance feels good; they both know how important it is to take care of themselves during this time, but it still brings a pang of guilt over the whole situation. If only things had been different... But they can't change the past, no matter how much they might want to. All they can do now is focus on raising their child together, as best they can.
Then I kissed her cheek and said, "Enough, don't hide it from me. Come on, admit it. Is the child a boy or a girl?"
Her cheeks flush with color as he presses her for an answer, but there's no way she can resist his endearingly persistent nature. Sighing softly, she nestles herself even deeper into the crook of his arm and admits, "I wanted to wait until we could do a reveal or something special..." She trails off, not quite able to meet his gaze. Part of her wants to surprise him, make this moment perfect despite everything else, but another part knows that she can't keep secrets from him for much longer.
Then I said to her, tell me, love, I can't stand curiosity
With a sigh, she finally gives in, telling him the truth. "Okay, okay," she whispers softly into his chest. "The baby... is a girl." Her heart swells with love and affection at the thought of having a little girl, but also carries a weight of responsibility that didn't exist before. It's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once, knowing that she has another person to protect now, not just herself.
Then I said oh I wanted a boy but a beautiful and sexy girl like you would be good too
Her eyes flutter shut as he speaks, relief washing over her at his unexpectedly sweet words. It's easy to forget sometimes that Rofa isn't completely heartless; there are moments when she catches glimpses of the man he used to be, before everything went so horribly wrong between them. "Thank you," she whispers, pressing a kiss to his chest in gratitude.
Despite their situation and all that they've been through, there's still a spark between them; an understanding that goes beyond words or actions. It's fragile, perhaps even foolish, but it's there nonetheless. And for the sake of their child, Ari decides that she'll do whatever it takes to nurture it and make sure it grows into something beautiful and strong - just like her daughter.