MAKE ME PREGNANT (ENGLISH VER)

Atarah Klyte Point of View

”My granddaughter is truly beautiful,” Dad said happily, smiling sweetly at Ate Akisha’s daughter.

I glanced at Akeila, my niece, who was sitting between her parents, busy eating slices of fruit. Dad was right. My niece was an incredibly beautiful child. But honestly, I wasn’t surprised. My sister had always been stunning. She’s a famous model, and even after having a daughter, her body is still d*mn perfect.

Her husband is ridiculously handsome too—a half-Canadian model who also happens to be one of the richest business tycoons in the world.

And do you want to know something ironic?

The father of the child I was just admiring my niece… is my ex.

Or more accurately, my “ex-fiancé”

Amazing, right? Fate really does have a twisted sense of humor. But should I really blame fate when there was a snake involved in the first place?

Curious about how it happened? Well, it’s exactly like the stories you read in books or watch in melodramatic TV shows. My oh-so-saintly older sister stole him away. At first glance, she looks like the kindest woman alive—an angel, even—but beneath that calm surface was something far more complicated.

Yes, it’s cliché. But what can you do? In most stories, the older sister is the one everyone likes more.

Even my Parents love her! There is a favoritism.

My sister and her family had just come back to the Philippines for vacation. They rarely visit, so my parents even made me take a leave from work so we could “bond.”

As if I actually wanted to.

I never feel any real happiness when I’m around them—except maybe when I’m playing with Akeila. I have no hard feelings toward my niece. I love her dearly.

“So, Ath,” Mom suddenly asked, turning to me. “When are you going to give us a grandchild?”

I stopped mid-bite and rolled my eyes.

Here we go again.

They really can’t let me live in peace. Pressuring me about my life seems to be their favorite hobby.

“I don’t know. Maybe later,” I replied sarcastically, staring blankly at my plate. Suddenly, I lost my appetite.

“Ath, you’re not getting any younger. Do you still not have a boyfriend? Haven’t you moved on from Charl yet, anak?” Mom asked directly.

I dropped my utensils onto the table and shot them a cold look.

Charl.

The name of my ex.

The man who is now my sister’s husband.

The father of my niece.

The man currently sitting at the same table as me.

What the hell. Isn’t that just great?

What kind of parents would embarrass their daughter like this at the dinner table?

“Ehem.” I heard Charl clear his throat, but I refused to look at him.

Go ahead and cough all you want, you bastard. Maybe you’ll choke.

“Duh. I’m only twenty-four years old. And what the hell? We’re sitting here eating with Charl’s family and you suddenly bring up that topic? How ironic. You’re the one who taught us about respect, but you’re the one disrespecting me in front of everyone. Where are your manners, Mommy?” I said calmly, although my jaw tightened from irritation.

I wanted to scream, but I remembered my niece was right there.

My words were firm enough to make both Mom and Dad stand up, clearly furious. Luckily, they were a bit too far away to reach me.

“How dare you!” Dad snapped, his face turning red as the veins in his neck bulged. “Is that how a respectful daughter speaks to her mother?”

I smirked slightly.

“Dad, Akeila is here. Please calm down,” Ate interrupted, glancing at me with a sad, disappointed expression.

As if I cared how she felt.

If anything, I’m the one who should be disappointed. She chose her little romance over her own sister.

“Tss. I’ve lost my appetite.”

I didn’t bother looking at them again. I simply stood up and walked straight toward the stairs, ignoring them calling my name.

I entered my room and slammed the door behind me.

Then I collapsed onto my bed and stared at the ceiling.

It was infuriating. Why do they keep digging up the past just because I don’t have a boyfriend or a child?

Ever since Charl left me, I never bothered dating anyone again. What he did hurt more than I could ever explain.

Not just him.

Them.

Sometimes it feels like everyone betrayed me.

I was traumatized. Imagine being in a relationship for two years, only to find out he had been deceiving you for those same two years. He never loved me.

He loved my sister.

He used me just to get closer to her.

And the worst part? He even proposed to me. He cried while doing it, acting as if he loved me so deeply. But it was all an act—just to make my sister jealous so she would finally confess that she had feelings for him too.

Amazing, right?

But that was a long time ago. More than three years have passed. I’ve already moved on from Charl… but the bitterness and anger are still there.

Maybe.

Honestly, after everything that happened, the closeness between my sister and me disappeared. It’s like a huge wall suddenly rose between us. I just couldn’t accept it, and I couldn’t go back to how things used to be.

Because she was the reason I was hurt so badly.

Maybe it sounds immature, but pain is pain. I think my feelings are valid.

Sis Akish and Charl have been married for almost three years now, and they’ve been living in Canada for two of those years. My sister is twenty-five, while Charl is twenty-six. Their daughter, Akeila, is already two years old.

So what’s the lesson here?

Never date someone who’s almost the same age as your older sister. Your boyfriend might just leave you the moment he sees her.

After all, older sisters are the more mature version of us. And most men these days prefer mature women—not someone like me. Immature. Childish. Pathetic.

I envy my sister.

She’s beautiful. Mature. Our parents’ favorite. Chosen by the man I loved. Now she has a perfect family and a happy life.

And me?

I’m the immature one. The black sheep of the family. The girl who was abandoned by the man she loved and who constantly feels like something is missing in her life.

Sometimes I feel like there’s so much lacking in me.

That’s why I envy her so much.

I’m insecure.

And I won’t deny that.

I glanced at my wristwatch and realized it was already seven in the evening. I was supposed to be on duty at the hospital tonight, but I took a leave because my sister and her family were visiting. I work as a registered nurse at St. Calisha Medical Center.

I spent almost ten minutes staring blankly at the ceiling before boredom finally hit me.

“Damn… where should I go?” I muttered to myself. Honestly, I should’ve just gone to work. Staying here at home wasn’t doing me any good anyway.

Just then, my phone suddenly rang from the coffee table. I looked over and saw Mikee’s name flashing on the screen. I quickly answered.

“What?” I said flatly.

“Hey, brat. Aren’t you on leave today? Let’s go party. I know you don’t want to stay there,” Mikee said from the other line.

A smile slowly formed on my lips. It felt like the universe itself had sensed how badly I needed to escape this suffocating house.

“Where?” I asked excitedly.

When luck comes your way, you really have to take it. My best friend always saves me.

“At Jazzy.”

“Alright. Wait for me there, my dear.”

My mood instantly lifted as I jumped out of bed and headed straight to my walk-in closet. After searching for a while, I chose a red fitted sleeveless dress, backless, above the knee with a slit.

Damn. I looked hot.

Once I picked my outfit, I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I removed my clothes and turned on the water.

Mom and Dad’s words from earlier kept replaying in my mind.

When was I going to get married?

When would I give them a grandchild?

Had I still not moved on from Charl?

All those questions were connected, and they irritated the hell out of me. I was so tired of hearing them. It felt like they were constantly trying to embarrass me, just like what happened earlier at dinner.

Maybe if I had a child, they would finally stop bringing up my past.

I wanted to prove that I had already moved on.

As for having a boyfriend or husband… I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to get hurt again. Maybe I’d just grow old alone.

A single woman with a child.

Because honestly… I think I’m ready to be a mother.

I want to know what it feels like to raise a child. Maybe a child could fill the emptiness in my heart—the part that feels like it’s missing love and care.

The one thing I truly envy about my sister is her daughter. Akeila is beautiful and kind. I love my niece dearly, despite everything between me and her parents.

I’ve always loved children. My pediatric patients at the hospital are often the only ones who make me smile.

After showering, I got dressed and fixed my hair and makeup. A few minutes later, I grabbed my phone and my red pouch from the coffee table.

As I stepped out of my room and walked downstairs, the first thing I heard was my niece’s laughter.

Heaven.

I smiled instantly, but it quickly disappeared when Dad looked at me. They were all in the living room together, laughing like one big happy family.

“Where are you going out, sweetheart?” Dad asked in a sweet tone.

I almost laughed. Earlier he sounded furious, and now he spoke like a gentle lamb.

That’s how my parents are. After scolding me, they suddenly become kind because they know it only pushes me further away from them.

“I’m going to a bar. Just partying a little. I want to enjoy my leave,” I said casually.

Dad sighed but nodded.

“Alright. Just be careful.”

I kissed Mom and Dad on the cheek—being a plastic daughter for a moment, I guess. I also kissed little Akeila, but I didn’t even glance at my sister or Charl.

I’m not bitter. Definitely not.

I walked toward the door, but my sister suddenly called my name.

“Ath, be careful, okay? There are a lot of bad guys out there,” she said sweetly.

I only smirked and shook my head before continuing to walk.

A few minutes later, I was already driving toward Jazzy.

While driving, I found myself imagining what life would be like if I had a child. How wonderful it must feel to hear someone call you “Mommy”

Maybe once I had a child, my insecurities would disappear. Maybe I’d finally stop feeling jealous.

Maybe I’d finally be happy.

I really wanted a child.

And I was sure of it.

I had saved enough money to support my future child anyway.

After almost thirty minutes of driving, I arrived at Jazzy and parked my car in the lot. As soon as I stepped out, I saw a couple shamelessly making out near the entrance.

I grimaced and quickly looked away.

My eyes are still innocent… and so is the rest of me.

I don’t go to bars often since I’m usually busy at the hospital. My life mostly revolves around work. I pour all my time and energy into my patients.

They’re the ones who often keep my loneliness away.

Helping people survive… there’s no better feeling than that.

I walked straight inside Jazzy. Loud music immediately blasted through my ears, and the air smelled like cigarettes, alcohol, and countless other things.

I scanned the room for Mikee, but suddenly someone grabbed my arm.

“Hey!”

I turned around and saw Mikee.

“Kee, where are we going?” I asked as she dragged me along without even greeting me properly.

“We’re heading to the second floor. VIP room. We’ll talk first before we go wild,” she said excitedly.

“Who’s with you tonight?” I asked.

“My boyfriend and his friends.”

“Alright, let’s go. I have something to tell you.”

I wanted to tell her about what happened earlier at home… and also about my plan.

A few minutes later, we entered Jazzy’s VIP room.

Inside were four men—including Mikee’s boyfriend Prince—and two women around our age.

“Hi, Ath,” Prince greeted me warmly.

Soon, everyone introduced themselves—Kyo, Echo, JC, Karyle, and Haydee.

After greeting them, I pulled Mikee aside.

“I need to tell you something.”

She frowned. “Alright. What’s the secret?”

I sighed.

“I want to have a child.”

Her jaw dropped instantly.

“What?! You don’t even have a boyfriend!”

“I know,” I said firmly. “But I want one.”

She stared at me like I’d completely lost my mind.

“So what? You’re just going to get pregnant by a random guy?”

I nodded without hesitation.

“Yes.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

“I just want someone whose genes look good enough for my future child.

“What?! You don’t even have a boyfriend or a husband! How are you going to have a child? And you were the one who said you didn’t want anything to do with love right now, remember? Besides, that reason of yours is so shallow, Ath. Having a child isn’t easy. It’s a huge responsibility,” she said seriously.

Her reaction honestly surprised me. I thought she would help me, but it seemed like she didn’t like my plan at all.

“Yeah, I know,” I replied. “But I really want to have a child. I’m okay with becoming an old single mom as long as I get to have my own baby.”

I sighed deeply. That might just become my life motto from now on.

“Hmm, So basically, you want to get pregnant by someone you don’t even love? Just some random guy? Or are you planning to get inseminated or something?” she asked sarcastically.

I slowly nodded.

“Yes. I’ll get pregnant by a random guy. And there won’t be any connection between us. No relationship at all. I’ll choose a guy who only feels lust so he won’t chase after me or my child,” I said straightforwardly.

Her eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“Are you crazy?! Is that even possible? And you’ll be a single parent? That’s really hard! My God, you must already be drunk. Look at the things you’re thinking about!” she said while shaking her head, clearly disappointed.

“I’m not drunk,” I insisted. “I really want a child. And I want you to help me find the perfect sperm donor.”

I smiled at her.

She froze for a moment and ran her fingers through her hair in frustration.

“What the hell? Why don’t you just go through some kind of medical procedure then? At least it’s safer and more certain.”

She had a point—but I didn’t like that idea. It was too expensive, and I’d rather save that money for my future child.

“No. It’s too expensive. And I want to feel the pleasure too, okay? Stop being such a buzzkill. I’m already getting old, I kinda wanna feel it too..” I said while pouting, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“Wow, pleasure? Seriously, Ath? I can’t deal with you right now,” she groaned, pressing her fingers to her temples.

“I just feel like I’m going to grow old alone,” I admitted quietly. “So even if it’s just once, I want to experience what people call pleasure… and making out.”

I bit my lower lip.

What the hell was I even saying? Was this really me? Where did the shy, reserved Ath go?

“You’ve completely lost your mind,” she muttered.

“Just help me find a guy who can get me pregnant,” I continued stubbornly. “And please, someone good-looking. At least.”

I grinned like a crazy person while imagining what my future child might look like.

“I swear, Ath. You’re scaring me tonight. I never thought I’d hear things like that from you,” she teased.

“Hey! Don’t act like I’m crazy,” I said while pinching her side.

“Come on, let’s just drink. Stop whatever weird thing you’re thinking about,” she replied.

“Drama queen,” I rolled my eyes.

She walked back toward Prince and the others, and I followed her. Soon we were laughing, drinking, and chatting. For a while, my problems faded away.

After a few hours, I started to feel dizzy from the drinks, but Mikee was still energetic like she wasn’t drunk at all.

“Hey! Let’s go to the dance floor! I want to dance,” she pouted.

I looked around with half-lidded eyes and noticed that almost everyone else was already passed out from drinking too much.

“Aren’t you tired yet, Kee?” I asked hoarsely. “Damn… I feel like I’m going to throw up. I just want to sleep.”

“Nope! Come on, let’s go outside,” she said as she stood up from Prince’s lap. He looked completely knocked out.

She grabbed my arm and dragged me along.

She’s drunk!

“Ath, come on! Let’s find the guy who’s going to get you pregnant!” she giggled drunkenly.

I looked at her with my sleepy eyes and smiled before letting her pull me.

We’re both loss.

We stumbled out of the VIP room, both swaying as we walked.

“Ath, look at that—VIP Room number 92. If a handsome guy comes out of there, he’s the one who’ll get you pregnant, okay? Deal?” she said with a mischievous grin.

“Deal,” I said confidently as I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed.

We waited.

Ten minutes passed, but no one came out.

“This is taking forever,” I muttered impatiently.

“If another ten minutes pass and no one comes out, just go inside,” she suggested.

“What if it’s some old widower or a married guy?” I asked.

“That’s fine! At least someone will get you pregnant!” she laughed loudly.

“Are you crazy? I want someone handsome! And big uhh dwick!”

“Duh. You only need the sperm. Stop being picky. Your genes are already good enough,” she teased.

I rolled my eyes—until I suddenly noticed a tall, handsome man walking toward us with a serious expression.

“Ath… look at that. What do you think?” Mikee whispered.

“Yummy,” I murmured under my breath.

The man walked straight into VIP Room 92, which made my grin grow even wider.

"Well then, my dear best friend,” Mikee said dramatically, “tonight is your last night as a virgin. I hope you enjoy it and don’t regret anything tomorrow. In the name of Mikee, I bless you. Love you! See you tomorrow!”

She kissed my cheek and walked away, swaying drunkenly.

I watched her disappear down the hallway before letting out a deep breath.

Then I knocked on the door of VIP Room 92.

After a few knocks, the door finally opened.

“What do you want, Miss?” the man asked with a frown.

He was even more handsome up close. My eyes drifted to his lips—they were red and tempting.

“Make me pregnant,” I said without hesitation.

I didn’t even know him.

But somehow, I had already decided that he would become the father of my child.

“What?” he asked, clearly shocked.

“Get me pregnant,” I repeated boldly.

I pushed past him and walked inside the VIP room. It was much larger than the one we had earlier—probably twice the size.

“What the hell? What are you talking about?” he demanded, closing the door behind him before turning to face me.

I simply looked at him with half-lidded eyes, trying my best to look seductive.

“I said, get me pregnant. Do I really have to repeat myself?” I said confidently. “Don’t worry—you won’t have to take responsibility. I just want you to make me pregnant. You look good, and I think your genes would make beautiful children.”

I pouted slightly, trying to look cute.

“I really need to have a child already, and I need your help. Please… I’m begging you.”

I slowly stepped closer to him, but he kept backing away, his face filled with disbelief.

“What the hell, woman? You’re crazy! You’re just drunk. You’ll probably regret this tomorrow,” he said, still stunned.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

Without thinking twice, I suddenly pulled him into a kiss.

I opened my eyes when I realized he wasn’t responding. His lips were still firmly closed.

Stubborn man.

He was being so picky. He should be grateful he looked perfect enough to be the father of my future children.

I closed my eyes again and gently bit his lower lip, finally creating an opening for my tongue. This time, I succeeded.

Strangely, his taste was sweet.

Was it normal for someone’s lips to taste like cherries?

I couldn’t help smiling when I felt his body react against mine. I pressed myself closer to him. I might still be a virgin, but I’d seen enough things online to have at least a vague idea of how these things worked—even if it was only by accident.

Suddenly, I felt his hands grip my shoulders as he pulled me away.

I looked into his intense eyes, but instead of feeling scared, I only felt annoyed. I had been interrupted.

“Damn, woman,” he muttered. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Before I could react, he tore the dress I was wearing, exposing my bra.

My eyes widened in shock.

He pushed me down onto the sofa, positioning himself above me.

I gasped when I felt his hands move lower.

“F*ck,” he murmured under his breath. “I’ll make you pregnant.”

His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned closer, his breath brushing against my ear.