Arranged and pregnant. With two different people.

“I hate you” I muttered, entering the bed room. Cody moved over on the bed for me to sit down. I ignored it and paced the room “This is NOT going to continue. I’m fucking pregnant and your fiancée. I’m not your maid, or your servant. So stop treating me like one!”
“Dude I made you clean up ONE thing” he rolled his eyes
“And another thing! I’m not a ‘dude’ I am a GIRL” I shouted
“Carts, chill!”
“And this ‘nickname’ is really pissing me off. You couldn’t have come up with something better than ‘Carts’?!”
“Seriously!”
“I am SICK OF IT Cody! Knock it off! I’ve already got enough stress in my life and I don’t need you adding onto it. You just sit there on your ass and do nothing but annoy the shit out of me!”
“You think I’m not stressed?!” he countered back “My fiancée is pregnant with another guy’s child!”
“Big deal. YOU’RE not the pregnant one!”
“I’ve got to deal with your moody shit!”
“Cody you’re unbelieveable”
He just rolled his eyes at me and went back to looking at the magazine. I stomped my foot dramatically and continued to pace the room angrily.
I sighed, collapsing on the bed
“I knew you would eventually” He muttered under his breath
“What?”
“Nothing”
“No I heard something. Now tell me”
“I knew you would eventually lie on the bed. That’s why I didn’t move back over”
“Whatever. You think you know everything?”
“Obviously not.” He said “Or I would have known not to say anything”
“That’s what I thought”
“Sure yeah did”
“Are you doubting me?”
“No…no never”
“Whatever. Go suck a dick”
“Looks like you already did”
“At least I can admit it”
“Well I’m not a slut so I wouldn’t really care”
I felt my eyes start to water. I knew it was the hormones getting to me again, but at the moment I didn’t really care. Being called a slut was a hurtful thing in general. Being called one at your emotional point was worse.
I felt a tear slide down my cheek, landing on my hand. I rolled over, my back to Cody, trying to sniff quietly. He heard, looking my way.
“Aw shit Carter…” he muttered “You’re crying”
“Go away” I muttered, wiping a stray tear away
“Aw honey, I’m sorry”
“Don’t talk to me”
“Carter please. I didn’t mean to call you a slut”
“What did you mean then?” I yelled at him “Whore?”
“No i—”
“Cody stop.”
“Carter! I’m trying to apologize! You’re making this very hard for me to do so with your constant interrupting!”
“Oh I’m sorry. I’m just a little moody is all. Ya know because I’m KINDA FUCKING PREGNANT” I screamed at him
He rolled his eyes and stood up
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“Away from you”
“Whatever”
He flipped me off, walking out of the room. I rolled my eyes
“DICK”
“YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT” He shouted back
“THAT SMALL THING? NO THANKS”
“OH YOU WISH IT WAS SMALL.”
“I DON’T WISH. I KNOW”
He appeared in the doorway again, his face annoyed “You don’t know shit. I bet you this is the biggest dick you’ve ever seen”
I rolled my eyes “Cody if you use a magnifying-glass to see it, its not big”
“It’s longer than the magnifying glass”
“Whatever gets you to sleep at night”
“Oh this thing won’t let you sleep”
“Cody darling, i—”
My eyes widened.
He dropped his pants, underwear and all, down around his ankles. His face didn’t register the fact that he had done that until a couple moments after.
But damn.
It wass…. Whoa.
Cody pulled his pants back up, smirking at me.
“Still the smallest?”
I looked up at him, still in shock “Was that really necessary?”
“I don’t want you ripping on my size anymore”
“Well I didn’t want to SEE IT”
“I thought you did with all your talk about my dick”
“well, like normal, you thought wrong”
“You’re just sad you don’t get any of this”
“I don’t want any of it”
“Baby, just wait until our honeymoon” he thrusted his pelvic
I made a face “Ugh don’t remind me”