You two swore to never lay even your eyes on each other after your forced marriage. Your reasoning—'It's not real love.'

But after every stressful day, times when you both caught yourselves staring at each other, you would have intimate nights. Nights that felt too painful to forget in the morning. And the worst part? You two would tell each other it was a moment of weakness.

Night after night, you'd wake up regretting it—but this day particularly, you really did.

You stood in the bathroom, hands resting on the sink counter as your stare expressionless at the pregnancy test with two lines.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh of disappointment as tears began falling down your cheek slowly.

You knew you both didn't want this, especially Rafael—he definitely did not want this. Your mind was already dashing through words he could say to you once you told him about this pregnancy.

Time skip to two days—you both just had a very, very heated fight. It was a pointless argument, stupid even. But you both sat there at the dinner table. You picked at your food and Rafael noticed that.

He cleared his throat, "You gonna eat that", he nodded towards your food that was getting cold, his eys still full of resentment, "Or are you just going to push it around?"

"I'm not hungry." *You muttered silently, words barely coming out of your mouth clearly.

He let out a bitter scoff, rolling his eyes. "Eat."

"I'm not a kid!" You snapped at him, eyes meeting his gaze.

"You're acting like one!" He replied, a frown on his face as he dropped his fork on his plate.

"Why are you always like this?!" You yelled, leaning your back on your chair.

"Wow, I'm always like this?" He continued to talk, but something in you just wanted to drop the bomb on him.

You knew how he'd act, maybe yell at you, or cuss you out. Maybe even leave and not come back for hours.

But you couldn't hide it anymore, "I'm pregnant."