Because Nicholas needs love, too.

I do NOT own Gangsta. or any of its characters. You, the reader, own yourself. :P

You stare at the test as it works it's predicting magic. Each second feeling like an hour, the positive sign then blips on it's tiny screen. You squint, and vigorously shake it, then look at it again-your blood running freezing cold.

"WORICK!"

You roar. You hear the man stumbling down the stairs-obviously having just woken up. You turn around just in time to see the man barge into the bathroom, wearing only his briefs. You hold up the test to where he can clearly see the test with his only working eye.

"Tell me I am hallucinating."

He furrows his brows, staring at it. After a bit, he just frowns. "It's pink."

"Worick." He flinched at your tone, then sees the pregnancy test box on the counter, his mouth slowly forming an 'O' shape. "Worick..." you warn him, to no avail.

"I knew you were a spitfire, but how'd you manage that?" he whistled. "How'd you do it? Drugs?" his eye glistened with mischief.

"Worick." you face was turning red from anger.

"It could be considered rape, you know. But not that I mind, just means we're saddled."

"Worick.." you balled you hand into a fist-visibly shaking-and the dumbass had to keep going.

"Hmm." he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe..that dream where you strapped me down-"

Anger gone, embarrassment taking over, you begin to sputter.

"-shoved that mouthpiece on me, wearing them black-and might I add, painful heels-"

You were starting to become horrified, your face still red.

"-and that sexy short leather dress-" he drooled.

You couldn't help but squeak at this pervert's imagination, gaping like a goldfish, trying to form words. Anything. Something.

"-then began to ride me like a goddamn horse-" he snorted, more in amusement, than embarrassment. "-while you made poor Nicholas watch-which was quite entertaining. Then, you insisted I wear a cock ring..." he trailed off, "...wasn't a dream after all." he smirked down at you, but then immediately paled-your reaction telling him of his blunder.

"You..you..that..this..." you squeaked. "..What? You." you screeched in indignance. He then began running for his life. Stomping out of the bathroom after him, you throw your test at him, as he slams the door-it gives off two resounding clicks, one from hitting the door, and the other from falling to the floor. "PERVERTED OLD MAN!" you howled after him. You sighed, making a mental note to hunt him down and kick him where the sun don't shine later.

You had to convey something to your deaf lover, first. And maybe...coax him into celebration sex.

LOL Poor Worick.