Dylan's POV
I woke up from the heat. Obviously, it was winter when I felt hot all over. I uneasily opened my eyes, then…
I was stunned.
Where is this? Why am I lying here?
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist. Goosebumps all over my body surfaced. I instinctively wanted to push that arm away but the person's strength was too great, I had no way to escape. The man leaned close to me, his hot breath hitting my ear making me shiver.
“Don't move, Dylan! I was so tired last night that it was past midnight. It's still early, you should sleep a little longer!"
This voice is all too familiar. Even if I die, I will recognize whose voice this is. I kicked the other man with all my might. He immediately fell onto the bed. The sound was heavy, and just listening to me makes me feel pain.
“Bernie, why are you lying on my bed?” I said boldly, the whole room was closed with curtains, and there was no light. I could only see the shadow of a man on the floor.
“Damn it!” Bernie let out a growl, then yelled, “Dylan, what the hell are you doing?”
Bernie had just finished speaking when I heard a switch flip, and I glared at the angry man. Although I hate him very much, I still have to admit that Bernie has very good-looking. More long brown hair, very romantic, sometimes Bernie will tie his hair up.
I don't know if I'm hallucinating but I feel like Bernie's hair is much longer than the last time I saw him. Moreover, as soon as the room lights came on, I realized, this is not my home at all. Suddenly, my spine went cold. How did Bernie get me here without a sound?
“Why, why am I here? Bernie, what did you end up doing to me?" I growled like I was trying to hide my fear.
Bernie frowned. He straightened up, then pressed his face close to mine: "Dylan, what are you mad about again?"
Instinctively, I took a step back, but I was already lying on the edge of the bed, backing up meant I would fall to the ground. Bernie hastily reached out his hand and he forcefully pulled me towards him. As soon as my face hit Bernie's hard chest, I heard his quick heartbeat.
"Dylan, stop messing around!" Bernie gritted his teeth, angry that he wanted to swing his hand at me. “I didn't take care of you before, but now you're pregnant. You can't continue to be naughty like before!"
Being hugged by Bernie, I'm still in shock, I've heard more horrifying news. Am I pregnant? What the hell is Bernie talking about?
A man like me is pregnant? My eyes widened in fear, I resisted trying to push him away but I couldn't. Then I heard Bernie sigh: “Dylan, can you sleep a little longer? Otherwise, your body won't be able to handle it!"
Bernie's voice trails off, and he pulls me down beside me while I'm still in shock. What Bernie said, I don't understand at all. Since when did he and I become so close? My brain felt like it was empty, no matter how much I searched, I couldn't remember it.
Soft breathing sounded in my ears, I knew Bernie was asleep so I pushed his hand away, then sat up. The night light was still shining softly, and now I was in the mood to look at the room. This is the typical bedroom of a couple in love. I turned around and got out of bed in confusion.
My gaze fell on the picture on the nightstand, scaring me even more, the contents of the photo. Bernie and I were face to face, almost lip to lip. In my eyes and he both carry passionate love. I slipped and sat down on the edge of the bed again. That couldn't be me!
I held my forehead, shaking my head in disbelief. Then as confirmation, I picked up the photo. I in the photo is not much different from me in memory. Still, with my neatly cut red hair, I'm wearing a white suit of the same style as Bernie's. In the photo, there is very bright text.
Bernie White & Dylan Clark.
2021/06/18.
I froze. Isn't this year just 2019? Why is the year 2021 in the photo? I felt a strange contradiction between my memory and this world. My right hand was placed on my chest, and my heart was still beating according to the rules. I put the photo down on the table, my eyes extremely complicated.
Some daring thoughts kept running through my head, I'm in another world, or I've lost my memories of these years. I hold my head, panting. It's so bad that things are slowly getting out of control.
Suddenly, I remembered what Bernie said. He said I was pregnant?