Noah stopped his yahama motorbike while I climbed down. He took of his helmet hand helped me with mine. I adjusted my hair and looked around. Its was really cold and dark, I felt a little nervous. It was a beautiful story building  that had fountain showering in the middle of it. I looked around, amazed.

"Let's go in." Noah broke the silence, but I just stood there gazing around.

"Is anything the problem?"

"I'm just not sure if this is the right thing to do. I mean... I've never spent the night outside ever since I packed in with my un..cle. T... his might literally drive him crazy."

"That's no big deal, you'll be okay. Just tell him what happened. He's your uncle after all. He would understand."

"You don't seem to understand. My uncle is worse, compared to Ben. He'd beat me up and do terrible things to me. Please, just take me back." I begged.

He chuckled at me, as if I was overreacting. Stop being so immature now, I know you're scared of sleeping with me." Noah opened the front door to the building and got in.

'Omg! What am I going to do now. I can't even trek or take a taxi.' I turned to the direction of the door abd rushed in, realizing how big and silent the whole compound was.

It was a beautiful house. It reminded me of what my parents house used to be like.

Noah walked upstairs and I followed him quietly like puppet. He opened a door at the left corner. It was dark inside so he switched on the bulb and turned to me. For a moment, I felt scared. I couldn't think. I closed my eyes and let of an heavy sigh.

He watched me and smiled.

"Stop acting funny now. Come in." I took a step forward and stopped. He pulled me in and closed the door.

"There's nothing to be scared of. It's only the two of us here."

"What about your parents?"

He threw his keys on the shelf beside his bed and turned to me. They're umm... Gone.

"Gone where?"

"Where ever they want to, I guess. My parents don't stay at home, Sylvie. And whenever they do, it's like hell here. But right now, my mum is probably out with her girls or with a man to satisfy herself. My dad on the other hand stays in school sometimes. Other times, he's with his elder brother who's also a divorcee."

He walked to the wardrobe and took off his shirt. I looked away, trying not to gaze at him. It was weird.

Noah scrolled through his hanged clothes and took some.

"Change into this. They are my clothes." He handed a white t-shirt and a black short to me, still shirtless.

I looked at him with appreciation.

"This is my room, I'm sure you have no problem in sharing it with me. Or... Would you like to stay in the guest room?"

"No... It's fine here." I stammered.

"Good. So, sleep here tonight. And you can take my bed. I'll sleep on the floor."

"Ummm... Thank you." I said to him while he put on his shirt.

"You can take a shower in my bathroom if you want to. I'll grab a drink downstairs and join you shortly."

He walked out while I went to take a shower. I walked into his bathroom. It was the twice the size of my room. It looked neat and clean, I felt lost while staring at my reflection on the full mirror on the wall.

'Wow! It feels different in here. I wonder what Collins would be going through right now. He must have discovered my absence. Why would he even care?' Gazing at myself on the mirror. I realized that it was the fist time seeing myself like this. I took off my jacket and dress and got into the shower.

After taking my bath, I put on Noah' s clothes that were kind of bigger but it fitted me perfectly. I was used to wearing baggy clothes, anyway.

Looking at some of the drawings on the wall. My eyes caught the books arranged in his shelve. And just then, I realized. Noah was a lover of books. My mind wasn't at rest. My plan was to tell Noah everything but... Maybe tomorrow. I sat on bed and relaxed.

Noah entered, and I looked up at him.

"Oh, you aren't sleep yet. Have you taken dinner?"

"No, but I'm fine. It's already late."

It's just 10:00 p.m. There's enough time to chat. Let me get you something. He placed the drink he was holding on the table abd rushed out.

Later, he walked up with a box of fruit pizza.

He placed it right in front of me and opened it. Without wasting time, he picked a slice and put it yo my mouth.

"You eat first, I'm not a baby." I whined at him taking my own piece.

"You're so not romantic." He hissed at me, eating the piece.

"I'd ordered it in the morning but I couldn't eat it."

"Why? What stopped you?" I questioned in interestedly.

"I lost appetite, Sylvie. Because of you. But that k goodness, you're here with me right now. I can eat anything!" he joked and I joined him in laughter.

"So you have books." I raised a slim eyebrow. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that."

He chuckled at my words. "Speaking of books, you inspired me."

I looked at him awkwardly.

"Yes. After you became friends with Amber, I felt really jealous. I wanted to be like you. You don't have yo believe me anyway." His eyebrows pulled up as he fretted.

"So how many girls have you brought here?"

"No girl has ever entered my room, Sylvie. Except you."

I fell startled and gulped down some juice. "I can't believe that. I don't know you so well but that's not just you."

"Say whatever, but its true. There's no point in hiding the truth from you, Sylvie. I want to be as transparent as ever. I don't want to keep anything away from you, especially now that we're in a relationship."

"Friendship?" I corrected.

"We're in a relationship sylvie, you're now my girlfriend remember? I understand that you're scared and nervous about relationships but there's no going back. And now, I won't hide anything from anyone. I want to be able to hold your hands in the public. I need you to be open to me, okay?" He started at me and I looked away, putting the past piece of pizza into my mouth and chewing on it.

"What if your parents see us here."

"What about my parents?"

"Won't that cause problems for you? What if your dad hit you because of me?"

"Don't worry about my parents, I'll introduce you to them as my girlfriend. Both of them won't have a problem with this." he sternly confessed.

"And if they do?"

"Even if that happens, they won't be able to stop me anyway. I'd take you on a real date and we would visit places together." he joked. "So what about your uncle. You're always about him."

My smile dropped and my heat started pounding at high rates. For a moment, I felt like sinking into the ground as my eyes clouded with nausea. I held tight unto my head as my vision turned blur.

What's it? Are you okay? Noah gasped at me in fear.

"I'm... I'm alright. I just... " As I stood up to hold my balance, my mouth retched.

Rushing to his toilet and reached for the closet. I held the pain and it felt as if I would die of abdominal distress. Still holding unto the closet in front of me, an heavy puke poured out of my mouth. I held my head up, coughing.

"Are you alright? Are you sick?" I looked up and saw Noah standing behind me.

I held to my chest that burned. 'Of course, I wasn't alright. But what do I tell him now?'

I slowly stood up, Noah flush the closed and helped me back to bed. Making sure I laid properly on the pillow, placed his hand on my forehead.

"Jeez! You're burning! What's happening? Are you sick?"

He rushed to a drawer and gave me a tablet of acetaminophen and ibuprofen.

"I'm not sick, Noah. I don't know how to tell you this but I'm..." tears blurred my vision as I fought down the chill building up inside of me. My sweaty hands shivered... I wasn't sure if I should tell him or not. Noah deserved better.

"Tell me, please. What's it you want to tell me?" he cried.

"I'm pregnant." My lips quivered the words. "I'm Gravid, Noah. I'm with child."

"What, for who?! Benjamin talker?!" He freaked out.

"No, it's not Ben. It's Collins... My uncle."