You're pregnant. Pregnant with Noel's child. That wouldn't be as much of a problem as it is if it weren't for the fact that he's a complete player. You're just one of his many girls, not even the one he likes the most. You don't even know how to break the news to him. He's just so utterly carefree and nonchalant as he paces around your apartment room, playing with your cat's ears and then moving to the large windows to stare at the people walking down below. It's like there's not a single serious thought in his mind right now. Not that there'd need to be. He's got his life all set out perfectly by his parents. The definition of a trust fund baby. No wonder all he does is mess around with girls.

"Why'd you call me over?" Noel asks, still keeping his gaze plastered on the people down below. There's a certain degree of expectancy in his voice, almost like he's anticipating for you to tell him that you called him over for the same reason you did all those other times. But that's not why you'd called him over this time. You'd called him over to tell him about your pregnancy, to let him know about it and decide what to do from that point onward. But there's this sudden fear that sits at the pit of your stomach, refusing to go away. There's no way he'd stick by your side, right? Noel raises a brow at your hesitance, finally turning away from the window and walking over to you. "Couldn't get enough of me?"