“No fucking way! This is where I draw the line Damien.” Charlie stormed out of their bedroom into the office. Damien followed soon, a concerned expression on his face. “I’m just trying to protect my baby and my wife! I’m not doing anything wrong.” Charlie turned around. “YOUR Baby?! I think you’re forgetting that I’m carrying this little shit and running this goddamn household! I don’t think you’re getting that I’m not your fucking wife! I don’t want to be here, or go through 9 month torture because the little legacy prince needs a motherfucking heir! Though Charlie looked like she was fully willing to strangle him, Damien Snickered. “Charlie, these are hormones talking. Of course you want this.”
“I DON’T!” Charlie’s voice broke as her hand flew through the air aiming for Damien’s face. Damien grabbed her wrist, hard. “Whoa, relax! It’s just about someone checking up on you regularly. This fighting isn’t good for the baby.”
Damien’s other hand moved to Charlie’s waist and he leaned forward, trying to kiss her. Charlie’s eyes widened and she lunged her head forward hitting Damien’s forhead. “What the fuck was that?! Are you so delusional that you think I’m actually in love with you!? Our marriage is fake! Our relationship is fake! And the second my dad is gone I have no obligation to be here, So pull yourself together; for the sake of MY child!”
With that Charlie walked up the stairs as fast as her belly would allow. Damien stumbled towards the wall and leaned against a painting trying to silence the bonking in his head.
. When he heard a scream on the floor above him and his brother’s yelling his name he ran upstairs. Charlie’s water broke. A month early.