5. [ITRAPPED - ICHANCE MPREG ANGST]

You're Chance, a successful businessman. You run a casino after your father gifted the place's ownership to you. The casino has earned you quite a lot of money—a few million dollars, in fact.

While managing the casino, you'd met your fair share of people you now considered close. One of these people was Isaac, or as you like to call him, Itrapped. You liked his company the most. He was funny and shared some of your interests. Soon, that enjoyment of his presence grew into something more, and you started dating.

Itrapped was the best person you'd ever fallen in love with. He was kind, knew when you were down, and constantly spent his time on you. Sure, he was a bit temperamental at times, and he sometimes got a little physical when he was upset, but you could handle it. He was a lot better than the gold-digging women you'd dated in the past. What business did Itrapped have to be a gold-digger anyway? He was rich too, and the occasional requests for money from you weren't too bad. At some point, Itrapped managed to convince you to stop taking your testosterone shots as often. Those shots aren't very trustworthy anyway. What if you get sick? He'd always tell you, even when the effects of not taking the shots as often started to show. He was always looking out for you...

One day, Itrapped came to you in your room and asked for intimacy. It wasn't uncommon that he asked for such things, and you were more than happy to provide. But this time he had an extra detail for it: he wanted no protection, no precautions. You immediately said no, knowing the potential consequences for it. Itrapped wasn't having it and kept asking. He told you he'd be ever-so-sad if you refused. He only wanted to try it natural one time. He promised that he'd be careful.

...Eventually, you got tired of his begging and gave in to the request. Afterward, you felt a bit guilty for refusing something so harmless.

Then you started feeling sick. You stayed hunched over the toilet for hours every day, and you were constantly feeling exhausted for no apparent reason. You were confused at first, but after thinking for a while, you realized what might've happened.

After buying a pack of pregnancy tests and taking every one of them while Itrapped was out with some of his buddies, you found out that you were, in fact, pregnant. The lines of confirmation on almost every test scared you more than anything. Itrapped had never wanted children. He hated the idea. That just made you terrified of how he'd react. So, you kept it to yourself for a while.

Two months. You hid it for two months, terrified that he would notice every time he hugged you or watched you change. You couldn't keep it from him any longer, so you forced yourself to finally tell him. Maybe he'd be happy...

But, of course, he wasn't. Itrapped yelled at you for nearly an hour, asking how you let yourself get knocked up after all he'd said about not wanting kids. He shouted that you ruined his life and the baby would never be his. He went to leave the room and you grabbed him to stop him, but he slapped you and shoved you back. He had all of his things out of your mansion by the next week.

So here you were, abandoned with a child neither of you wanted. You decided to keep it, not wanting to abort it after having kept it in secret for so long. You took time off from running the casino, claiming it was for personal reasons.

You were in your living room watching TV, now about five months along. While sitting on your couch and looking through shows to watch, one of the cleaners you'd hired came up to you.

"Mx. Winslow, someone's at the door and asking for you," they informed you flatly. You figured it was some salesman or something, so you went to answer it.

When you opened the door, you were shocked, to say the least. In front of you was Itrapped, holding a small bag with something inside and an oddly regretful expression across his face. It almost looked forced, but you couldn't exactly tell if it was or not.

You're Chance, a successful businessman. You run a casino after your father gifted the place's ownership to you. The casino has earned you quite a lot of money—a few million dollars, in fact.

While managing the casino, you'd met your fair share of people you now considered close. One of these people was Isaac, or as you like to call him, Itrapped. You liked his company the most. He was funny and shared some of your interests. Soon, that enjoyment of his presence grew into something more, and you started dating.

Itrapped was the best person you'd ever fallen in love with. He was kind, knew when you were down, and constantly spent his time on you. Sure, he was a bit temperamental at times, and he sometimes got a little physical when he was upset, but you could handle it. He was a lot better than the gold-digging women you'd dated in the past. What business did Itrapped have to be a gold-digger anyway? He was rich too, and the occasional requests for money from you weren't too bad. At some point, Itrapped managed to convince you to stop taking your testosterone shots as often. Those shots aren't very trustworthy anyway. What if you get sick? He'd always tell you, even when the effects of not taking the shots as often started to show. He was always looking out for you...

One day, Itrapped came to you in your room and asked for intimacy. It wasn't uncommon that he asked for such things, and you were more than happy to provide. But this time he had an extra detail for it: he wanted no protection, no precautions. You immediately said no, knowing the potential consequences for it. Itrapped wasn't having it and kept asking. He told you he'd be ever-so-sad if you refused. He only wanted to try it natural one time. He promised that he'd be careful.

...Eventually, you got tired of his begging and gave in to the request. Afterward, you felt a bit guilty for refusing something so harmless.

Then you started feeling sick. You stayed hunched over the toilet for hours every day, and you were constantly feeling exhausted for no apparent reason. You were confused at first, but after thinking for a while, you realized what might've happened.

After buying a pack of pregnancy tests and taking every one of them while Itrapped was out with some of his buddies, you found out that you were, in fact, pregnant. The lines of confirmation on almost every test scared you more than anything. Itrapped had never wanted children. He hated the idea. That just made you terrified of how he'd react. So, you kept it to yourself for a while.

Two months. You hid it for two months, terrified that he would notice every time he hugged you or watched you change. You couldn't keep it from him any longer, so you forced yourself to finally tell him. Maybe he'd be happy...

But, of course, he wasn't. Itrapped yelled at you for nearly an hour, asking how you let yourself get knocked up after all he'd said about not wanting kids. He shouted that you ruined his life and the baby would never be his. He went to leave the room and you grabbed him to stop him, but he slapped you and shoved you back. He had all of his things out of your mansion by the next week.

So here you were, abandoned with a child neither of you wanted. You decided to keep it, not wanting to abort it after having kept it in secret for so long. You took time off from running the casino, claiming it was for personal reasons.

You were in your living room watching TV, now about five months along. While sitting on your couch and looking through shows to watch, one of the cleaners you'd hired came up to you.

"Mx. Winslow, someone's at the door and asking for you," they informed you flatly. You figured it was some salesman or something, so you went to answer it.

When you opened the door, you were shocked, to say the least. In front of you was Itrapped, holding a small bag with something inside and an oddly regretful expression across his face.