You feel like you just entered WWIII

You hurry to get dressed and rush back to Robert, emotions pulling you every which way. One of the emotions you're feeling is simple: nervousness. You have no idea how your father will react to the fact that you are with Robert and that fact that you might already be pregnant with his baby. Then you feel somewhat happy about the words Robert told you early, which makes you hopeful for the future. You're scared that your father will call the police and have Robert arrested for ****, then make you give up the baby for adoption once it comes. The thought of him making you have an abortion crosses your mind, but than you remember that it's illegal until the population gets back up.

Sitting on Robert's lap seemed like a good idea, as you need the comfort and support in case you father reacts badly, and he simply lets you do as you please until he gets word that you father has arrived. He gently takes you off his lap and you give him a pout, not wanting to move. "I think it would be better if your father didn't see you on my lap." he said, "We don't want him to explode when he gets here."

You nod and take a seat on the nearby couch, though you really do want to be closer to Robert. But you understand, somewhat. You're father never liked other people touching you and got strangely over protective every time it happened.

When your father comes into the room, everything seems civil. He smiles at you and rushes over to hug you, thankful that you're okay, but than that stops when he sees Robert. His eyes go cold and his hand wraps itself around your wrist in a hold that is actually painful. You bite you lip to stop yourself from letting out a moan of pain.

This doesn't help the situation because Robert obviously notices. "Let his wrist go." he said softly, but his voice was also tinted with anger, "You're hurting your own son."

"And you're the man who kidnapped him right off the street!" he growled, his grip becoming tighter as he pulls you away from Robert, "Stay away from my son and I won't call the police!"

"Dad!" you say, you're heart skipping a beat at the thought of losing your lover, "I love him Dad, you can't take me away!"

He turns towards you, his eyes nowhere near as thankful and loving as they were earlier. "You do not know what love is young man, especially after one day! Now, you're coming home with me and we'll find you a more practical suitor your own age."

Robert stands and quickly removes you from you father's grip, his own hold on you strong but caring. "He is going nowhere." he growls at your father, "You can take me to court, but you'll get nowhere. Lexus _wants _to be with me, he wants to stay here, not with a man who doesn't care if he's hurting his own flesh and blood!"

They argue for what seems like hours, but in all reality lasts only ten minutes. Your father, seeing that he is getting nowhere, huffs and turns to leave. "Lexus, when you've come to your senses, you can come home. But, until then, you will not be stepping into the house!" And then he's gone, leaving you in tears.