Page 184 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

“You’re already halfway there,” he said, his mouth curving into a faint smirk.

“Fuck you.”

“I’m just saying.” He leaned back on his hands, his posture relaxing slightly. “You married Amai. That’s some certified crazy shit right there.”

I snorted. “Fair.”

We both laughed then—dark, bitter humor that only people who’d survived trauma could understand. It wasn’t funny. None of it was funny.

But we laughed anyway.

Because what else were we supposed to do?

When the laughter faded, Syx looked at me again, his expression softer now.

“Thanks,” he said.

“For what?”

“For waking me up. For not leaving.”

I shrugged. “I wasn’t gonna leave you like that.”

“Most people would.”

“I’m not most people.”

“No.” His eyes held mine. “You’re not.”

Something passed between us in that moment—something unspoken but undeniable. A recognition. A connection.

We were both broken.

We were both trapped.

And we were both trying to survive in a world that didn’t give a fuck about our pain.

“You should try to get some sleep,” I finally said as I stood.

“Yeah.” He nodded, but he didn’t move. “You too.”

I turned toward the door, but his voice stopped me.

“Yaya.”

I looked back.

“Stay,” he said quietly. “Just for a little while. I don’t—I don’t want to be alone right now.”

I should’ve said no. Should’ve walked out and gone back to my own room.

But I didn’t.

I walked back to the bed and sat down beside him, close enough that our shoulders touched.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll stay.”

He didn’t say anything. Just leaned into me slightly, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of my camisole.