A/N: So yeah I decided to give this a go. It's going to be angsty, which is weird because it's mpreg, but y'know. Whatevs. :D Please read, review, and let me know what you think. I'm excited for this one!

Rated M for a reason, people.

Enjoy~!

o0o. INTRODUCTION .o0o

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"I'm pregnant."

Finally, the words spilled from my mouth. I felt sick instantly, from the baby, from the memories, or from just looking at him. I wasn't sure. I watched his mouth fall open slightly, that cocky smirk replaced by a small 'O' shape.

"You're pregnant." He repeated, his gruff voice much lower, unsure. I sighed, only nodding as he looked me up and down.

"You don't look pregnant." He stated, his voice serious. I paused before scoffing in his direction, resisting the urge to hit him, push him, anything.

"That's because I'm only six weeks you idiot!" I spat. I could feel my hands ball up by my side in frustration.

"And you're sure it's mine?" That was it. Without a thought I lunged forward, my hands almost colliding with his chest. His hands reached out, grabbing my wrists. "Don't." He growled while looking down on me.

I hated him.

I grunted softly, pulling my wrists from his grip. "Of course it is! I'm not a slut," I paused, narrowing my eyes in his direction, finding it hard to meet his belittling stare. "Unlike you, Mello."

"You sure as hell act like one." He mumbled lowly, but I heard. I heard every little word that he said. It stung, hurt, but I let it go over my head as a my mind swirled with things I didn't want to think about. My chest felt heavy.

"This is all your fault, you know?" I hissed, the volume in my voice raising as I stared at him, into his deep blue eyes. The eyes of a stranger that I willingly invited inside of my heart, only for him to come and ruin me, ruin everything that I've built up all of these years.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I almost forgot that I raped you," He spat sarcastically, harshly. We both knew the truth, what had happened. The alcohol, the lust, the want-

I felt the bile in my stomach rising just at the thought. This wasn't how I planned it, any of it. Falling pregnant, telling the father, being alone. I was a smart guy, a responsible guy. At the age of 19 I had only ever had one serious boyfriend, and his name wasn't Mello.

I had it all planned, my life. A big house. A gorgeous, caring partner and a fulfilling relationship. Yet, here I was at 19 years old, pregnant by someone I couldn't even stand, and I knew he felt just the same way. I could tell just by the way he looked at me.

"Look, despite what you think of me Matt, I'm not that type of guy," Mello leaned forward, shoving a finger in my face. I backed up a few steps out of impulse, and I could feel the hot blush attack my cheeks as I fought the urge to cry. I swallowed hard before he continued, a sneer souring his cold expression. "Maybe to you I am, but I'm not. As much as you annoy the hell out of me, I'll take care of my kid."

I knew at that very moment, I was in for a rough time.