I know it's short. Next chapter will be longer and in Taylor's POV cause of what happens next...anyway I didn't know how to get rid of Rebecca so...I googled Vasectomy. o.o needed to make sure there couldn't be any major flukes or something...hah.

Chapter 7

"Ryan, I think we need to talk." Rebecca turned to me in the car on the drive to get food. I was still pissed off at her at how she treated both my daughter and ex-wife. I just glanced over at her before taking a deep breath.

"About?" I ask, maybe she realizes she doesn't love me and she wants to call off the wedding. I can only hope.

"I'm pregnant." I don't think I heard her correctly. I just look over at her and laugh. She can't be pregnant. There is no way she can be pregnant.

"You can't be." I told her.

"I took the test, Ryan and I haven't had my period in two months." She scowls at me.

"No, Rebecca I mean…I had a vasectomy after Taylor found out she was pregnant with Millie." Taylor was four months along with Millie when we decided this. It wasn't as major of a surgery as having her tubes tied so…after much thought and planning we ended up agreeing that it I would have the vasectomy. Plus Taylor was a bit afraid of surgery, and I'd do anything so she wouldn't be afraid.

"Wait a minute, Ryan. You mean to tell me we have been together for two years and you are just now telling me this!"

"It never came up." I shrug.

"It should have!"

"What was I supposed to say? 'oh by the way Rebecca I had a vasectomy?'"

"That's exactly how you should have said it!" She yelled at me. God, this woman was impossible. I didn't find it a big deal, I never thought Rebecca would even want kids.

"It's no big deal, Rebecca. You're not pregnant…well not by me anyway." I looked over at her.

"Are you saying I cheated on you?" She folded her arms across her chest as she got this guilty look on her face.

"I don't know, Rebecca. You go on random trips all of the time, I don't know what you do on those trips."

"I'm a model, Ryan! It's my job to go on random trips. I can not believe you." She huffed sitting back in her seat.

"Rebecca…did you cheat on me?" I looked ahead of me. I wasn't sure if I was going to be upset or not if she said yes but I knew I couldn't marry her if she had cheated on me.

The car was silent the rest of the ride to pick up the food. It was silent on the way back to the house, too.

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I looked over at my fiancé as she laid on her side of our bed curled up into a ball. She was crying silently as she clutched her stomach tightly. "Rebecca…" It was the first thing I had said to her all evening. She hadn't spoken to me either. She hadn't spoken at all the rest of the day, actually.

"What?" She turned over to look at me. I was about to reach out for her but I knew I couldn't. I knew that I didn't love her so there was no possible way that I could comfort her right now.

"We can't do this…Rebecca, that's not my baby and judging by the silence in the car you have cheated on me." I say. She didn't look at me as she cried. "You don't love me, Rebecca. If you really did love me then I doubt you would have even considered cheating on me."

"But…you're wrong, Ryan. I do love you! Even if this baby isn't yours can't you raise it as yours? Please, Ryan you can't leave me! I don't have anyone else. I didn't mean to cheat on your, Ryan. It was a terrible accident…Please…" I couldn't believe this woman in front of me. What kind of man did she take me for? I'm not dumb. She likes the money, the house, the comfortable lifestyle I can give her. There's no love there. I don't feel it when we touch. I don't feel it when I'm inside her. I just never feel it…not like I did when I was with Taylor.

"No, Rebecca. I can't do that. I'm sorry." I shook my head getting up off of the bed. "Look, you can keep the house. I'll help you out whenever you need it but I can't marry you, not after this…"

"Why would you do that?" She sat up looking at me.

"Because you need it more than I do." I shrug at her.

"Where are you going to live?" She asks curiously. She had stopped crying and I knew that she had this planned all along. I could see it in her eyes that this is how she wanted things to go. She wanted this house, she wanted my money and nothing more. Part of me thought that she had only gotten pregnant to keep me around, to make sure I wouldn't leave her with nothing.

"Honestly, Rebecca don't worry about me. Just…have a nice life." I waved to her slightly before walking out of the room. I'd come get my stuff later, I didn't want to stay a second longer in that room with her.