The Orange Rogue

Chapter Eleven

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Seven Months Later

"Hey, Y/N/N" Stevie greets entering your office.

"Hey, Bossman..." you smile at him in return.

"How's my sibling doing today?" he enquires taking a seat.

"Kicking up a storm..." you groan, rubbing at your belly.

"Baby kicking now?" Stevie asks excitedly.

"You nod with a smile, "wanna feel?"

"Yes, please..." Stevie jumps up in excitement, rushing around the desk to you.

"Whoa..." Stevie stares down in wonder at your belly.

"That's one strong kick."

"Imagine how it feels from the inside..." you groan out in discomfort.

Stevie stares you with a much soberer look then.

"Have you decided on when you're going to Dad?"

"It'll only be two more months till the baby is here..." you let out a tense breath.

"The doctor said not to stress too much. Having him involved now, will only increase it. Wouldn't it be wiser and safer to wait till after the baby is born?"

"Ok" Stevie reluctantly agrees.

"Still don't like that I have to hide it from him though."

"I know, Stevie..." you look at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry to be placing you in this situation."

"It's ok" Stevie hugs you in reassurance.

"I'm agreeing to this for the good of the family, and you and the baby are family."

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After leaving your office, Stevie settles in his office to make a phone call.

"Hey, Dad" Stevie greets once Ike answered the phone.

"Hey, Son. How are things your side of the world? Everything ok?"

"I could really use your help right now, actually" Stevie replies.

"A major problem came, and I need your help in sorting it out."

"What's the problem?"

"I really can't go into detail over the phone" Stevie responds.

"I'll be down there in two days..." Ike exhale heavily over the phone.

"Thanks, Dad..." Stevie sighs in relief.

"I'll see you then..."

Sorry, Y/N/N... I'm what's best for everyone. He deserves to know.

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Two Days Later

"Hey, Dad..." Stevie greets entering the family suite.

"How ya been?"

"I've been well" Ike hugs him.

"So, what's this problem you desperately need my help with?"

"We talk about it tomorrow" Stevie shrugs it off.

"Why don't we head downstairs to grab a drink?"

"I'm really tired, Son" Ike attempts to avoid doing so.

Truth was, he really wasn't prepared to see Y/N again.

"C'mon, Dad... there's a special show on tonight" Stevie tries to persuade him.

"It has to do with why I asked you to come down."

"Ok, fine..." Ike grumbles, grabbing his jacket to leave.

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Stevie and Ike were standing at the bar when the lights dimmed; indicating that the show was about to start.

Ike frowned at noticing Y/N, seated on a stool in the centre of the dance floor, along with the bartender.

The two of them begin singing a duet then, and Ike's fury began to raise the longer he watched them.

Seems that she was screwing the bartender all along...

"Since when does, Ms E. do such kind of shows?" Ike remarks.

"Doesn't seem like her usual performances."

"She's actually taking a break from performing" Stevie responds.

"Frankie and her are just standing in for someone this evening."

"A break?" Ike raises a brow.

"What for? And for how long?"

"Doctor's orders... until further orders" Stevie stammers a bit answering.

"That's why she's doing a slow duet while seated."

"Doctor's orders?" Ike brows furrow in confusion.

"She sick or something?"

"You'll see soon enough" Stevie mutters, pointing with a head tilt in her direction.

Confused, but extremely curious at his remark, Ike looks to see what he was referring to when the lights went back on.

Ike slowly scans her from the top, then moving downward. Eyes finally reaching her middle, Ike instantly drops the glass he had been holding.

She's pregnant?!