Arranged and pregnant. With two different people.

*The next day*
“Cody?” I asked, sitting up in bed. He groaned, barely acknowledging me. I repeated his name, nudging has arm. His hand found my face, feeling around.
“What are you doing?” I asked. His fingers rubbed my lips and then he clamped his hand over my mouth. I crossed my arms, frowning.
“That’s better” He grinned, keeping his eyes closed. I put my hands to his and pulled his hand away
“Dammit, Cody, don’t do that” I growled “it’s rude”
“Well waking people up is rude to, but that didn’t stop you”
“Touché” I mumbled, leaning back down.
“So what’s up babe?” he smirked, propping himself up on his arm.
“Don’t call me babe”
“Sure thing darling” He grinned. I rolled my eyes at him
“So there’s no divorce in this marriage is there?” I sighed
He shrugged “maybe after like seven years of this continuously. Though, after our honeymoon, there’s not going to be enough hate in the world for you to want to leave me”
“There won’t be enough toilets around for me to vomit in”
“Speaking of vomiting…” He said, brushing some hair out of my face “How you feeling today?”
I shrugged “Fine, I guess”
“You sure?”
I nodded “Yeah I’m sure I’m fine.”
“whatever” He sighed, laying on his back
“Do we have to have kids?” I bit my lip
He sighed “Am I allowed to sleep?”
“No. Answer the fucking question”
“Fine, I don’t know. Probably. What’s the point in us marrying if we aren’t going to have kids?”
I shuddered dramatically “Ew. Can we adopt?”
“Sorry, tootz, but I’m not adopting”
“You’re not sorry, you stupid liar”
He smirked “You’re right—I’m not”
I narrowed my eyes “hate you”
“Same here”
I sighed “If we had a kid, do you want a boy or a girl?”
Cody groaned “A girl”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, because they’re better”
“Really? I want a boy…”
“Fine you can have a boy” he muttered
“Not like you have a choice” I scoffed
“Carter is there any point to this?” Cody groaned
“Just trying to strike up a conversation” I muttered, lying.
Cody groaned, going back to his original position. “Fine.”
“What would you name the kid?”
“Girl or boy?”
“Girl”
“Rachael”
I frowned “Can’t come up with a more…unique name?”
“Fine, uh, Zoey?”
“Seriously”
“I would name her Rachael”
“I’d name her Jesslyn”
“Cool”
“What about for a boy?”
“Cody junior”
“Real original” I laughed, playfully slapping him.
Cody laughed “I know I am. What about you?”
“Destery”
“What?”
“Destery”
“Ew”
“Don’t you ew that name!” I frowned “It’s the best damn name ever!”
Cody rolled his eyes “All done?”
“No, do you ever plan on using condoms if we’re getting married?”
Cody smirked “Never did before”
I gaped at him, astonished “You’re kidding right?”
Cody raised his eyebrows “And if I’m not?”
“You’re unbelievable” I yelled
“Believe it baby, cause I’m all yours”
“Yeah that’ll last for like three minutes”
“That’s the spirit”
My stomach growled. I looked down, noticing a slight bulge. Quickly, I put a hand over, covering it “Come on. I’m hungry”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing up. I ran a hand through my hair, looking back at Cody. I swear he was passed out again.
“Don’t think I won’t fucking dump water on you, dumbass” I threatened.
He groaned, throwing his arms and legs around. I tapped my foot impatiently as he whined.
“Chop, chop” I said
Cody sighed, laying there for a few more minutes before getting up and walking towards the door. I led the way to the kitchen, checking to make sure Cody was behind me.
“When are your parents coming?” I asked, grabbing two bowls of cereal. Cody pulled out a milk jug from the fridge, drinking out of it. I pulled it away from him, dumping it into our bowls. Cody smiled guiltily, gladly taking his bowl from me.
“Where’s my spoon woman!” He demanded
“up your ass” I muttered, grabbing myself one. Cody groaned, glaring at me.
I smiled, taking a bit of my cereal.
“So seriously” I said once he got himself one “When are they coming back?”
“Sometime in the afternoon I guess” Cody shrugged. “Why?”
I made a face “I don’t like them”
He laughed “Cause of the marriage”
I gave him a look
He laughed again, finishing his cereal. I looked at my half full bowl. Cody grabbed it from me and started to shove it down his throat.
“HEY!” I yelled
“Wha?” he asked, mouthful
“It’s mine!”
“Not anymore” He smirked. I began to beat him with my spoon. Cody laughed, sucking down the last of my milk. My spoon wasn’t doing anything to him so I started to hit him with my fists.
“Ow, dammit, Carter that hurt’s” He laughed, backing up
“Good—” I growled “—don’t steal my food—”
Cody smirked, grabbed my wrists from hitting him. I glared at him, trying to pull them free. He leaned forward, “Kiss me first”
I made a face “I’d rather kiss a dog”
“I’m not letting you go”
“I don’t care”
“Come on Carts, please?”
“Ew now your begging? Pathetic”
Cody laughed. I brought my knee up into his chest, making him release his hold. I giggled, scurrying up to our room to get changed. I closed the door silently behind me, locking it.
Quickly, I changed into normal clothes, and put some make-up on. Just as I buttoning up my flannel shirt Cody pounded on the door.
“Caaaaarter!” He whined “Let me in”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Dammit, yes!”
I opened the door “Alright, alright. Gosh”
Cody smirked, pushing past me. But then he stopped, turning around. “Where’d you get that shirt?”
I shrugged “Found it”
“Give it back, Carter” He demanded
“Nope. I’m wearing it today” I smirked, leaving him
“Fucking bitch” He muttered as I left, giggling.