"Get out." He said instinctively. He took in a sharp breath. "No, don't. Sorry, I just..."

He rubbed his temples.

"You cannot be serious." His hands scrubbed over his face as he tried to process this. You were pregnant. He couldn't believe it.

"Who the hell is the father." It sounded like a threat rather than a question. Not a threat to you, you were well aware. He knew you deserved freedom, he just didn't think you'd go off and get pregnant when he gave it to you.