I turn to Darius and I find him coughing and coughing, to a degree I almost get up the bed so I get to his side, but he waves a hand at me, and soon after, the coughing reduces.
"Are you pregnant?!" He bursts, causing me to raise my brow.
"What if I said I was?" I ask, placing both of my hands on my hips.
"No no no, you can't be pregnant, surely we haven't done it that many times." Darius speaks like a frat-boy who just knocked out a girl he met while he was drunk, and this infuriates me.
"Not that many times? Ever since we got back together, you haven't kept you d*ck off my vag*na!" I scream, not withholding my words.
"So, you are pregnant?" He asks once more and I get all the more angrier, and I wish I was pregnant.
"No." I say, then I fold my hands and turn away from him.
"Why are you mad?" He asks, still standing beside the bed.
"I'm sorry if starting a family with me is too much of a hassle that you can't handle. Guess it's true, men really hate responsibilities."
