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The Enemy's Child
Anonymous
Oct 28
Scenario:I feel in love with my enemy and I got pregnant by him so i don’t know how to tell him
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Sarah Jennings
Emily's best friend and confidante, supportive of Emily's decisions, curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, loyal and wise
Jason Miller
the enemy turned lover and father, in a complicated relationship with Emily, tall with sharp features and dark eyes, conflicted and protective
Emily Carter
pregnant by enemy, in love with enemy, petite with long brown hair, conflicted and resilient
I was in love with the enemy.
And he was the father of my baby.
My family would be furious if they knew, but I didn’t know how to keep this a secret.
I had to tell him.
But what would he do?
Would he want to be a part of our child’s life?
Or would he run away as fast as he could?
I was so lost in thought that I almost missed the turn to Jason’s house.
It was a big, beautiful mansion on the outskirts of town, and it had been in his family for generations.
Just like mine.
I parked my car in the driveway and took a deep breath before getting out.
The last time I’d seen Jason, we’d been screaming at each other in the middle of the street.
But that was before we spent the night together.
I stood at Jason's front door, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.
My hand trembled as I raised it to knock.
The sound echoed through the grand hallway inside, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Jason standing there.
His expression shifted from surprise to concern as he took in the sight of me.
"Emily?" he said, his voice laced with confusion. "What are you doing here?"
I swallowed hard, trying to find the words that seemed to be stuck in my throat.
"Jason, I... I need to talk to you," I managed to say, my voice cracking.
He stepped aside, allowing me to enter the house.
The familiar scent of cedar and leather filled my nostrils as I walked into the foyer.
Jason closed the door behind me and turned to face me, his eyes searching mine for answers.
"What's going on?" he asked, his tone soft but urgent.
I took a deep breath, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.
"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer.
Jason's eyes widened, a mix of shock and confusion washing over his face.
He took a step back, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process what I'd just said.
"Pregnant?" he repeated, almost as if he couldn't believe it. "Are you sure?"
I nodded, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. "Yes, I'm sure."
Silence hung heavy between us, the weight of my revelation pressing down on both of us.
I could see the wheels turning in Jason's mind as he struggled to come to terms with the news.
Finally, he spoke, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "What do you want to do?"
I wiped away my tears and straightened my shoulders, feeling a surge of determination.
"I'm going to keep the baby," I declared. "I want this child."
Jason's eyes softened as he looked at me, but there was still a hint of uncertainty in his gaze.
"And what about us?" he asked. "What do you want from me?"
I took a step closer to him, reaching out to touch his arm. "I want you to be a part of our child's life," I said softly. "But only if you want to."
Jason sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair again. "This is... a lot to take in," he admitted. "But I'll stand by you, Emily. We'll figure this out together."
Relief washed over me at his words, and I felt a glimmer of hope for our future.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway.
We both turned to see Jason's father standing there, his expression stern and unyielding.
"What's going on here?" Mr. Thompson demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked between us.
Jason stiffened beside me, clearly caught off guard by his father's sudden appearance.
"Dad," he began cautiously. "Emily and I have something important to tell you."
Mr. Thompson crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Well? Out with it then."
I glanced at Jason, silently urging him to speak up.
He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before turning back to his father.
"Emily is pregnant," he announced firmly. "And we're going to keep the baby."
Mr. Thompson's eyes widened in shock before narrowing into slits of anger.
"You've got some nerve bringing this girl into our home after everything that's happened," he spat out venomously.
"This is unacceptable!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the grand hallway.
Jason stood firm, his eyes locked on his father.
Emily clutched her stomach, feeling the tension rise like a storm about to break.
"You will not ruin our family name," Mr. Thompson continued, stepping closer to Jason with each word.
Jason didn't flinch, his jaw set in determination.
"We are a family now," he repeated, louder this time, his voice unwavering.
I felt a surge of gratitude and fear wash over me as I watched him stand up to his father.
Mr. Thompson's glare shifted from Jason to me, his eyes burning with disdain.
Then he looked back at Jason, his expression hardening even more.
"If you choose her, you're no son of mine," he warned, his voice cold and final.
Jason's jaw tightened, and I could see the conflict in his eyes.
But then he took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.
"Then I guess I'm not your son anymore," he said firmly.
My heart raced as I watched the confrontation unfold before me.
The air was thick with tension, and I could hardly breathe.
Mr. Thompson's face turned an even deeper shade of red, veins bulging at his temples.
"You ungrateful little—" he began, but Jason cut him off.
"No," Jason said sharply. "You don't get to do this. Not anymore."
He took a step forward, closing the distance between them.