3 in one day. love me, praise me. i'm tired, however, and will update like mad tomorrow on all my stories. have a lovley labor day weekend!
I was approximately four weeks along. Figures. And not getting my period pretty much sealed my doom.
And I couldn't help but think to myself, how the hell was I going to avoid this one?
Sighing I glanced over to see Patrick messing with the soundboard, finalizing The Backstabber's record, which was being shipped out tomorrow- sold next Monday. He noticed the worried look on my face and turned in his chair, tilting his head to one side.
"Troubles?" I nodded and scratched my wrist nervously before gulping.
"Patrick, do you think you can keep a secret?" Patrick blinked before biting his lip and narrowing his eyes.
"What kind of secret?" he asked and I didn't wait for him to answer me.
"I'm pregnant," Patrick widened his eyes.
"YOU'RE PREGNANT?" But his voice was mixed with another person's. I turned my head to see William standing with a coffee in his hands, eyes widened and a gasp on his lips. I bit my lip and rested both hands on my stomach.
"You make it sound like a bad thing," I whispered and Patrick shook his head, scooting his chair closer before grabbing my hands and making me look up. William placed his cup down and kneeled next to me pushing some of my bangs away from my eyes.
"Lexi, its Pete's right?" he asked and I nodded while Patrick sighed.
"Are you going to tell him?" he asked and I swallowed a giant knot in my throat before sighing.
"I don't know yet,"
I had gone home, practically in tears and even after William and Patrick both protested about leaving me alone. I couldn't stand to see them so worried about me. Blinking hard, I heard the front door open and peered over the couch to see William walking in, a worried smile on his face. I smiled back until I saw who was with him.
"Pete?" I croaked and I glanced up, a smile tugging at his lips before he nervously nodded, looking away. I stood and looked at William who nodded once before sneaking out. Pete awkwardly shuffled his feet and I stood in front of him, hands in my hoodie pockets.
"Have you been crying?" he asked and I bit my lip before nodding once but then shaking my head.
"It's not a big deal," I mumbled and Pete sighed.
"It is to me," he said and I swallowed before sighing again.
"Not to be rude, but..." I was cut short.
"I'm here because I thought maybe you'd want to see me, even if it was for only two days," I couldn't help but to let a small smile appear on my face.
He cared, and that's all that mattered right now. I nodded and let him follow me up the stairs to the bedroom where I excused myself and let a shower calm my nerves. Stepping out, I got dressed and pulled my shirt up to observe my stomach. The door creaked oven and I saw Pete with a worried look on his face, shirt off.
"You're not fat, you know," he joked and I smiled to myself, letting my shirt fall.
"I know," I said and shooed him out again, and finished getting dressed and dried my hair before hanging up the towels and walking into the bedroom to see Pete under the covers, already dozing off.
Taking a deep breath I climbed into bed on my back and looked over to see the empty space filled. Pete opened his eyes briefly before inching a hand over and placing it on my stomach. For a minute I thought maybe he knew something that I didn't plan on telling him until he brought me closer and snuggled his face into the crook of my neck, before steadying his breathing and fully falling asleep. I sighed deeply and raised a hand to his hair where I closed my eyes and let the feeling last.
It was only a matter of time until he left again.
Patrick shook his head at me as I sat crying in his living room, after Pete left two days later. I bit my lip as he sunk to my level and shook his head again, being the great friend he was and pushed my hair out of my face and used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe my tears away, leaving a slight black stain on it.
"Lexi, did you tell him?" My breath caught as I shook my head.
"No," I pathetically said and Patrick sighed, climbing up onto the couch next to me and bringing me into a hug that I desperately needed.
"You had the chance to bring him back and you didn't take it," he paused as I closed my eyes. "May I ask why?" I shook my head into his shoulder and let more tears surface.
"Because, I can do this on my own...I have the money to take care of a baby, Tessa doesn't, she doesn't have anybody to help her...she needs Pete," Patrick sighed and pulled away, looking me directly in the eyes.
"But needing isn't the same thing as loving. You love Pete. He loves you. Tessa needs Pete. He doesn't need that burden..." I swallowed back new tears that were threatening to surface and wiped my tears away again on my white and red striped shirt before falling into Patrick's arms again.
"I can do this on my own, Patrick," Patrick shook his head next to my ear and hugged me tighter.
"Please take care of yourself..." I tore away and stood up.
"A girl can try, right?" I croaked out.
Patrick watched as I left, driving back home. But upon reaching home, I realized I was alone again. Even with all my friends in a five mile radius, I felt so empty. My heart was in New York...
And I knew I was lying.
I don't do to well on my own...