"Ike, I told you no," I say.

"I couldn't help it." He says defiantly. He tries to hold my hand, but I know this and pull away.

"You couldn't help it because it was a temptation," I say with edge.

"You liked it though." He comments.

"I was asleep," I say sassily as he holds his hands up, but we both know what he did was wrong.

"Hype, I love you," he pleads.

"Never thought love was also betrayal," I say with sass. Ike looks like a lost dog now, helpless and hungry. We sit in silence as we take all of our arguments in. He knows I won this fight, we both do, and even Lucy and Cole do. Though we try not to fight in front of them, I can't help it if Ike tries to pick at it.

"What happens if I get pregnant again?" I challenge.

"Then you do, and we will have three, it's the magic number," he says, trying to lighten the mood, no dice. No slightest clue says I'm going to forgive him this easy.

"Sketch and Davey are planning on three." He says slowly, not knowing my reaction.

"We can't do everything everyone else is doing," I say. He kisses my forehead; I pull away, but can't.

"Just getting everything you want huh," I whisper. This proves how much I've become hostile towards him.

"Doesn't matter what or who goes in there," he says.

"No Ike, all it matter to you is what will come out of there in nine months," I say. He knows exactly what I mean. I get up from the bed, surprisingly able too, and throw a shirt at him. He throws it right back at my face. Little Rebel, I think.

"Go to work with the kids, you barely have time for them except when you have to watch them." I say sternly.

"Fine, but don't leave or tell anyone about possibly having another kid," he says.

"I will tell everyone later, maybe not today though," I challenge, "and if I do have another, I have big plans for them and you." I stare him down until he gets an uncomfortable look.

"Fine, I guess," he admits, cringing under my stare, wimp, I think and smirk. He knows how mischievous I can be, but this is mind-blowing, even for me. It will be hard, but it was his fault. I told him no. He disobeyed. I'm not going to be quiet, I'm be one hundred percent me. Say whatever I want whenever I want. Eat a lot of deserts and have fun with my friends. But it's not like what Ike did I can shake off. He took advantage of me; at least he isn't Morris or Oscar. At least we aren't sure I'm actually pregnant, he could be slapped. Gosh, I think after muttering some pretty creative swears. I stare at the door a bit longer, regretting when he comes back.