Artoria's P.O.V

It was a mistake, that's what ran though my head when I let it happen. I let myself fall into a trap and get charm by another woman, despite being in a loving relationship with one I knew longer.

I sat on the same bed, where I lost the one thing that still kept me pure and was saving for (Y/N). My virginity, the one thing Morgan only wanted from me.

God, I hate myself. I trust (Y/N) not to cheat on me, yet I do it. She's loyal and caring, yet I sit in a motel room all alone naked only having the blanket cover me.

What have I done?

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"Artoria! Artoria?! You alright?!" I couldn't make out anything else she said, besides yelling my name and asking if I was fine.

God, I hate this puking stage. My life is a disaster, I'm still in high school. I cheated on my girlfriend, and now I have my one night stand partner's baby.

I just wish I didn't put faith into Morgan that she was different. After few more minutes of puking my guts out, the door to the bathroom opens.

I hear soft footsteps make their way towards me, firm hands are place on my small frame then traced upwardly to my back.

"Hey, you okay?" Her voice was soft and quiet, adding with a gentle tone. I looked up from the toilet seat and whined, "I-I hate this feeling.." Her brows frowned, she pulled me closer, flushing the toilet for me since I didn't have the energy.

She leaned against the cabins below the sink, with me resting on her lap. She lightly rocked us back and fourth, "Your body doesn't feel good, probably just a bad sickness from school or something." She shrugged her shoulders, thinking her conclusion was lame.

If she only knew the true reason why I'm puking. "Craving anything weird?" She asked, pulling me out my head. I tilt my head upwards a little, having fists full of her sweater's cloth.

"Cuddles." She laughed, getting up making sure she had a good grip on me.

"Cuddles is what you request?" She asked once again, in a teasing tone. I giggled, kissing the side of her neck as a response.

"Cuddles it is."

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"The fuck, Morgan!" Yells could be heard from down the halls of the school. Students from different classes rushed down to see the problem, I was dragged by my friends to see the issue.

I didn't really care thinking it was just students fighting it out. But when I heard (Y/N)'s voice, something was very wrong.

There, stood two figures facing each other. "You know, you didn't have to make a big scene about this." I could feel (Y/N)'s anger from where I stand.

"You're the fucking coward! You didn't want to fight and I was willing to throw hands with you, because you didn't want to talk on peaceful terms!" Morgan scoffed, then her blank face was replaced with a smug smirk that would piss anyone off.

"Why is (Y/N) mad at Morgan?" My french friend, Jeanne asked. I gulped, she didn't find out, did she? I shrugged, trying to cover up my nervousness.

"Don't know? Probably a disagreement over something, that I'm not aware of." It was so hard, trying to act calm in this situation, especially when your the reason it happened in the first place.

"Stop being a big baby." "Didn't your mom teach you to keep your hands off things that don't belong to you?" The whispers could be heard though the student bodies.

Morgan crosses her arms over her chest, "Why does that matter?" "Because, the last time I checked. I was the one who confessed I liked my girlfriend and she said she liked me back, not you." No one dared to talk, and just watched the teenagers fight it out, wondering who's gonna win.

Morgan went to open her mouth but was cut off. "So, why the fuck are your eyes and hands on my girl?" People had shocked expressions, some were just smiling like idiots because of the question.

Morgan gritted her teeth, "You're girlfriend wanted it." "Wanted what? Love? Sex? Care? Loyalty? Because, I'm pretty sure she's mine. Mine, M.I.N.E. Which means, Morgan le fay. She belongs to me not you." The boys lost it and started cheering (Y/N) on.

Before anyone saw it coming, the two were on the floor throwing hands at each other. (Y/N) was on top, throwing unlimited punches at Morgan's face. To the point her knuckles were bleeding, teachers and security guards separated the two and took them to the office to the principal.

For about two hours, the two came out the office. Both of them covered in bandages, (Y/N)'s knuckles wrapped in bandages that are stained red with her own blood. Two band aids on her face, one on her left check and across the bridge of her nose.

Morgan was suspended for two weeks, and since (Y/N) graduated from this school, she was banned from coming onto school's property. Meaning I had to take the bus to her house, since she couldn't pick me up anymore.

The whole day, the fight was on my mind. If I didn't sleep with Morgan, (Y/N) would've been banned from coming onto the school's property and that fight wouldn't even happen.

Now, the question is. What should I do with the baby now?

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I woke up in the dark, Mordred sound asleep besides me. It was just a dream or maybe a flashback of my mistakes, I'm sweating and hot, I feel thirsty. I need water.

I slowly and softly get out of bed, so I don't wake Mordred up. Once I make it out the room, I close the door quietly. Then drag my feet though the dark halls of the apartment.

I make it to the stairs and notice the kitchen light is on, I push pass it thinking (Y/N) left it on for some light downstairs. I reach the last step and see (Y/N), sitting at the counter with her back slouched down.

I slowly walk towards her, only for her to lift her head up and notice me which scared me. She let out a little laugh, "Sorry, did I scare you?" I nod a little.

She hummed and looked back down at her work. "Why you up so late? Did I wake you or something?" She grabbed her pencil she let go of, and continued writing something down.

"No, not at all. Had a nightmare and just wanted a cup of water." I could see her face frown, she ran her free hand though her hair. Pushing the lose strands back, a habit she did when she was stressed, confused, or mad.

"Just wanted a breather, huh?" I nod, she looks at me from the corner of her eyes and gets up. She grabs a cup from the wooden cabinets, then opens the fridge to pour me some fresh cold water.

She walks up to me, placing the clear glassware in my small palms. "After you're done with your glass of water, you should go back to sleep. Before, Mordred wakes up in the dark alone." She's right, I should before Mordred has a panic attack.

I took a sit next to her, sitting in silence. No one dared to speak, the room was quiet with me sipping and the sound the pencil being dragged across the paper.

"D-Do you hate me..?" The pencil stopped moving. (Y/N) froze in her spot, I wish I could read her mind instead of her eyes.

She inhaled than exhaled, "No, I mean. It's kinda confusing." She dropped her pencil again, putting her hands though her hair.

"I don't hate you. But, I had anger and sadness when I found out this information." She paused, looking for a reaction.

"But..anger or vengeance, never once crossed my mind when it came to you. Yeah, you technically cheated
but. It wasn't on purpose, plus I could never hurt the women I devoted myself to years ago."

She smiled, one that wasn't fake or forced, but a genius one that showed she meant all her words.

Before I knew it. My eyes started glistening with my tears, I threw myself into her chest. Wetting her shirt.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." The words were muffled, but she could somehow hear my sorrows. She rubbed my back, using her free hand to run it though my blonde locks.

"It's fine, it's not your fault." She paused, taking a breath.

"It's my fault for not listening to you're side of the story. Just kinda jumped to conclusion."