Whose Baby Is It?

It was after midnight by the time Xander slipped in her bedroom. He shed his suit and got in the bed slowly, careful not to wake Clara.

He just need to be by her side, he never made it a habit to sleep with her or any other woman. He promised it would be the last time and he must admit that he was afraid if something happened to Clara.

Something that he couldn't control.

Her shoulders shook slightly and he only realized it after five minutes contemplating. "Clara?" He touched her shoulder and turned her body.

She was crying silently.

"What happen?" He sat on the bed and touched her body to the legs, pay attention to any wounds but there was none.

"I'm sorry, I'm okay.." She sniffled and wiped her tears.

"What are you doing here, Xander?" She asked quizzically.

Oh dang! He thought he could slip out from her room at dawn and he couldn't possibly tell her the truth.

"Just to make sure that you are okay." He grunted out.

Great answer, Xander!

She giggled, "Okaaay… But why did you take off your clothes?" Her shoulder shook from laughter now.

Xander covered her face with a pillow, "I'll leave you alone.."

"Xander, wait." She grabbed his arm with sad face, so he embraced the woman.

"Still in shock with everything?"

She moved her body closer to him. "I'm just relieved that he's dead now. I'm a bad person huh? But I can't say I'm sorry he is dead."

"What you said earlier, is it true?" He rubbed her smooth hair, her head leaned on his chest.

He heard Clara whispering that three words he was dying to hear, with eyes clenched shut and put on a brave face.

Clara nodded her head and looked up at him. "Isn't it so fucked up? But I really love you, Xander…" She said tenderly, brushed away a single strand of black hair from his forehead.

He saw the truth on her face, the genuine expression. She looked at him like she only love one man in the world. He almost ask her something, something that he needed to hear coming out from her mouth.

Clara kissed him slowly before he could ask, before he could end all of this.

"Will you do it with me tonight? You left me after you denied my pleasure at the bungalow, and it has been weeks since the last time we did it." Her lips pouted provocatively.

His hardness sprang up that easily, dammit!

Their love-making was fast and hard, too passionate to go slow because they denied each other for weeks.

"I love you.. I love you, Xander." She moaned when his cock pulsating inside as her tightness milked him.

Xander let out a growl, he slammed her hips one last time and shooting his seed deep inside her.

Somehow, it was different from before because he held her afterwards. He didn't leave. They slept together with him spooning her from behind.

***

A male doctor was examining Norah when Clara came into her room. She smiled weakly at her and patted the bed so Clara sat on the far side as not to disturb the doctor. Liam stood beside the doctor, supervising the examination.

"So you were throwing up this morning?" Doctor lowered the stethoscope after he assessed her heart and lungs.

"Yes doctor, is it stomach flu?" Norah asked, she rarely got sick, there's a saying—Idiots don't get colds—it was Norah.

The doctor placed his index and middle finger on her wrist, checking her pulse. "Feeling fatigue or nausea lately, Norah?"

"Other than today, nope. I'm strong as an ox, doctor." She grinned.

Liam rolled his eyeballs at her. "See, doctor? That's why I'd asked you to come here without her consent."

"I see that you really care for her. She is fine, it is all normal for early symptoms of pregnancy. Congratulations, Liam, Norah." The doctor got up from the chair with a beaming smile.

"You're pregnant."

The doctor expected their cheerful celebration, or something. But all of them just in silent state, as if in shock with the news.

"I predict that it is nearly third month of pregnancy. Just to make sure, please come to my clinic tomorrow. We'll run a test for you." He continued and closed his black bag.

"I'll leave for now. Norah, please make sure to get a lot of rest and eat nutritious food. Excuse me."

"Thank you, doctor." Clara quickly said and accompanied the doctor out of the house. He reminded Clara again to bring Norah to his clinic tomorrow.

"I'm sure as hell not ready to be a father!!"

Clara heard Liam shouting inside the room. She should go away, leave them to solve their problem alone. But she was afraid something happened to Norah. So she stood outside the door just to make sure everything's in control.

"Do you think I'm ready to be a mother!? I'm not!! I'm just turning nineteen yesterday, I'm planning to go to college, Liam!" Norah wailed and he cursed.

Clara didn't realize that Xander was touching her shoulder, he peek a little inside the room with confused face.

"What happened?" He mouthed.

Clara just shook her head and touched her index finger to her mouth to shush him.

"We'll go to the clinic tomorrow, it can't be happening!" He said exasperatedly.

"But what if it's true! What if I'm really pregnant?" Norah sobbed loudly.

"No, it can't be!" Liam was still in denial state. "I was always careful, Norah. We never did it without protection."

Then he stammered in a smaller sound, "Even if we have unprotected sex, I didn't come inside you!"

"What did you insinuate, Liam? That I got pregnant by myself!?" She sounded tired with their argument.

Clara was about to walk inside, to defend Norah, but Xander held her shoulder and shook his head.

"What if… Damn it!" There was a sound of something being smashed to the wall.

"Nooo.. It can't be!" Norah wailed in horror. They were both silent for a minute.

Then Norah said in clear voice. "Don't you forget, Liam! You bastard! You didn't use any protection when you banged me in that fucking penthouse!!" Her words mixed with curses.

"You just want to run away from responsibility right? I don't demand anything from you! But you immediately got angry and blamed me!"

Clara couldn't hold it anymore, she brushed away Xander's hand and ran inside the room just to watch Norah beating the hell out of Liam. Shards of ceramic vase shattered on the floor.

"Norah!" Clara held Norah's fisted hands. Liam backed away a few steps.

Both of their face were red and they were panting heavily.

"Don't stress so much. It's not good for the baby." Clara tried to soothe her.

Liam stared at her stomach, "Yes calm down, Norah. But the question is.. Whose baby is it?"