This is an old work I found in my documents and I decided to post it. It is... well... not the best one exactly but I figured to post it anyway for your amusement.
Regretful Weeps
Part 1
Life had never been as tough as it had been to Soul Evans. At a young age he had played the piano for his father who would never be satisfied with him. He always battered him for his errors and never complimented him for the things he did do right. The only child he had was Soul's brother. It wasn't hard for him to see he favored him more than Soul.
Everything had only gone downwards. With his family's lack of communication and love, he started doing stupid things, really stupid things. He was never good enough to get their attention, so why not be bad and get at least some attention from them?
He had started drinking at an early age. He sneaked out nightly and ran with the wrong crowd. They had introduced him to weed and sex at the age of fourteen. He didn't care. All he cared about was he belonged somewhere, his friends gave him the attention he needed and that was all that mattered.
That was, until she came along.
"You're pregnant?!" He exclaims at the blond senior's face. "Is it mine, oh god, please say it isn't mine!" He yells again and punches the railing on one of the many balconies on the school.
"I tried to tell you earlier but you wouldn't listen!" She hollers back at him.
She had. For about a month ago, she had approached him, wanting to talk to him in private but he had shut her down because of her social statues. She is known as the school nerd, straight A student and honor student. No one in Soul's group of friends does even want to be associated with them.
And with him sleeping with her the weekend before school, he had to keep her in his closet.
She had done a makeover. A short tight dress and heavy makeup on her face. His dick had definitely liked her looks and with a large amount of alcohol and weed in his bloodstream, he had gone after her and he had broken her quickly and gotten her into bed. He barely remembers sleeping with her, he does remember she was very bad and a virgin, shocking! He hadn't stuck around after getting laid, he had left her behind to go back to the party, and it was good he did.
After returning to the party, he had meet the sexiest girl he had ever seen. Large boobs, blond long hair and the amazing blue eyes ever. He wanted her. He wanted to sleep with her badly and he wasn't going to stop until he got her.
He hadn't gotten her in bed that night, but he did flirt his ass off and did get her phone number.
He groans loudly and runs his hand through his hair.
Everybody knows Maka is pregnant. She is starting to show and now everybody will know he is the father. He is going toward social suicide for sleeping and getting a nerd pregnant. This is a nightmare for him.
"You don't need to do anything. I'm going to keep the baby and I don't expect you to do anything." She crosses her arms over her chest, her emerald eyes narrowed. "I can take care of the baby on my own. In fact, I would rather not have you around. You would only be a burden to me and the baby with your addiction and your seductive ways."
"Good." He crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't wanna and I'm not planning on taking care of some baby."
"Good." And she turns on her heel, her red skirt swing from side to side as she walks inside of the building again.
The pregnancy nightmare only begun that day. A child. He was going to be a father at the age of twenty. He wasn't going to ever meet his child, he doesn't want to engage with a child to that woman.
As much as he wants to forget everything about the baby, he just can't. Every moment, he thinks about the baby. Was it a girl or a boy? Would it have his hair and looks or would it look like her? Even weed and alcohol couldn't erase the memory of the child.
He isn't in the mood to sneak out to hang out with his friends. He stays inside of his room, sitting on his bed with a bottle of alcohol and a joint in his hand. He is high as fuck and still, all he can think about is the baby. He can see himself holding a baby boy, rocking it in his arms as he hums on a lullaby. He looks exactly like him, red eyes, white hair and pointy teeth.
The alcohol and the weed goes south, instead of soothing him and forgetting about the baby, the baby is the only thing he can think about. Baby. Baby. Baby.
Tears pour down his cheeks and he sob like a man-child. He is pathetic that way.
A knock and the door swings open, revealing his brother. "Well, well, well, I fist thought you had brought home a girl just to break her heart, but it is you." He walks inside and closes the door behind him. "What is going on? You aren't the crying type."
"The baby!" He exclaims, pulling his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around him. He is cold like a part of him is missing. A part of him he never really understood was missing. "I'm never going to see my baby!"
"Baby?" He raises his eyebrow and takes a seat on his bed beside him. "Don't tell me you got a girl pregnant."
He sobs loudly and snoot runs down his upper lip. "Yes! I got her pregnant and now I'm out of the picture!"
Soul's brother, Wes Evans runs his hand through his white hair. "You need to do something." He stands up from the bed. "You are high and drunk. We will start with these." He yanks the bottle from his hand and takes the joint from him. He puts it out on an ashtray and leaves the room with the bottle. Leaving him all alone.
The loneliness only makes his weird state worse. He cries louder and snoot runs inside of his mouth and all he can taste is salt. Never before has an intoxicated state gone this wrong before.
The door swings open for the second time and Wes brings back-up; their mother.
This won't end well.
"Soul!" She exclaims and storms up to his bed. "What is it I'm hearing about a baby?" She takes a seat beside him and grabs his face, forcing him to look into her equally red eyes. "Have you gotten a girl pregnant?"
More snoot run down his lips and his lower lip quivers. His eyes are blurry as he look at his mother. "Yes!"
"And have you abandoned her to take care of her child alone?"
"Yes!"
She takes a swing at him. Her hand connects with his cheek and leaves behind a large red mark. "Of all the things you have done. I am the most disappointed now." Roughly she pulls his face to her chest and holds him tightly. "How could you leave her and your baby? It is very hard to raise a baby and even harder when you are a single mother. Don't you understand what a burden you have put on her and the baby?" She sobs and tears starts trickling down and wets his hair.
"That girl, Soul." Wes starts. "She will have to give up her life. She will have to give up college or high school or whatever she does to get a job and starts building up a living for the baby."
His mother sob and sniffles into his hair. "Soul, I love you, but I hate the things you do. I utterly hate it. No mother wants to ever see their baby smoke weed and drink to then abandon an innocent child. You got to step up not just for that girl, but to your child. You slept with her, now you need to step up and be a man and a father."
His heart skips a beat. Maka. She is a straight-A student in her senior year, this will mean she will have to drop out, abandon her dreams and goals for that baby, a baby he knocked her up with.
It was like he sobered up. He needs to be a man for once instead of a junkie. That baby will need him when he is born. He will need a father, just like he needed his, he doesn't want his baby to turn out the way he did. He will be there for his kid and he will be the best father there is. He will love the fuck out of that child!
Now he knows what he needs to do, and he will follow it through. He is in this for the long run.
The next day, he didn't start the day with a shot of vodka or a joint. When he got to school, he kept an eye out for the blond girl with green eyes. He abandoned his friends to search for her. He searched for her in the classrooms, hallways, cafeteria, on the school grounds and in the end, he found her inside of the library. He should have searched there first. She was an honor student after all.
But she wasn't alone. Beside her sits a guy with blue hair and by the looks of him, he is good-looking. Muscular and tall. He must be doing some sort of sport because those muscles doesn't just come from doing nothing.
Taking a deep breath, he walks up to their table. "We need to talk." Their gazes lock on him, the guy with blue hair narrows his eyes threaten. "Alone."
She sighs and turns to Blue Hair. "I will be right back."
"Will you be okay?" Blur Hair asks.
"Yeah." Maka gets up from her seat and she walks pass him and he follows her suit. They walk pass bookshelves and takes a seat in the corner of the library, where no one would see them. "Make it quick." She takes a seat and crosses her arms over her chest. Her belly sticks out more than the last time they had talked.
"I'm in." He takes a seat in front of her. "I want to take care of the baby."
She rolls her eyes. "Okay." She starts. "But I won't let you anywhere near me or the baby if you are high or drunk. You need to fix that addiction of―"
"Consider it done. What do you want me to do? When is the next checkup? Do you know what gender it is? Have you started to buy things for the baby?" He shoots questions at her. For the first time in his life, he had actually been hungry for knowledge. Knowledge about his baby.
"Look," she looks around, "We can't talk now. Give me your phone."
Without hesitation, he fishes up his phone from his pocket and hands it to her. She takes it and immediately starts working with it. "Here is my number. Call me after school and we can meet and discuss everything more privately."
And they separated for now.
After school he called her like promised and she gave him the address of her home. He was shocked when he had arrived at an apartment complex that looked like it would fall apart at any given moment. It was even worse when he came inside. Her apartment only had kitchen, one bathroom, a bedroom and a living room but it looked like almost one big room.
She was living alone. Without parents.
They talked everything out. He got the date and time for her next checkup, which would be the time they would know the gender of the baby. She had a condition for him to start going to some sort of addiction group therapy to show he was committed. He also learned she was all alone in the pregnancy since her parents had died in some sort of car accident. She didn't want to go into detail.
She was truly alone in it like his mother had told him. She had a job before, but she had gotten fired when she got pregnant. With no income, she would be fired and lose her apartment.
So he stepped in. When he left her place immediately he started to look for jobs and applied for the stupid group therapy thing, but he was more than ready.
The thought of a baby never left his mind. All he could think about was the baby. Now he would have a spot in his child's life and he would be able to hold it and finally be of use to someone.
The next day, he came by her apartment in hope of getting some help with a resume, Blue Hair was there.
"Why the hell is he here?" He hisses at Maka as he points toward Soul.
"Black*Star." He says warningly. "You know he is the father and he wants to help. I can't send him away then. I have to think about the baby."
His blue eyes pierce his. His muscles are all tense and he is more than ready to beat his ass. "After what he did? I would throw him to the curb if I were you."
"Wow man," Soul says and takes a step forward, toward the messy couch they are sitting on, "I'm the father and I have more of a reason to be here than you."
"Oh really?" He roughly stands up.
"Black*star―"
"I have put in more effort into her and the baby than you can ever do. I have a job and I'm working my ass off in order to keep a roof over her head and put food on the table, not to forget building up a living for that baby." He steps toward Soul who can only stare at him flabbergast. "You may be the father by blood, but it is me who will step up and be a father for that child―"
"Black*Star!" Maka exclaims and grabs his hand. "Stop it."
The damage had already been delivered. She didn't want him in her life because his him, Black*Star. She wanted to forget everything about him so this Black*Star person could step in and be the father to his child.
"You wouldn't ever be enough for that child." Soul says and takes a step toward him. "Every child needs their biological parents. You wouldn't be enough since you aren't the father. You just watch, it is me who the baby needs."
"Stop it!" Maka exclaims and steps in between us. "Both of you. I have already told you Black*Star you don't have any ownership in this. You don't have to do anything for me. Soul is the father and it would hurt my baby if I kept him away. The baby would end up hating me for keeping him away now when he wants to help." She sighs heavily and puts her hand on her bump on her stomach. "You two will need to get along. Black*Star, you will have to accept Soul's position in all of this and Soul, you will have to respect Black*Star. He is my best friend since diapers."
The argument was over but the war was far from over. They did not discuss it further, but the tension was still there. He wanted him gone while Soul had no plans of leaving his child.
After that day, he had managed to get a job with the help of Maka making an outstanding resume for him. He had started to work and unexpectedly, his shitty family didn't appear to be so mad anymore. His mother and he got better along and every time he got home from work, she always poured him with questions about Maka and the baby. She had begged him to invite her over for dinner so she could meet her and her grandchild, but he had no intentions of introducing a girl to them.
Just as promised, he went to the group therapy weekly and showed her every time a note from the therapist proving he was attending the lessons. It had been hard at the beginning not using the weed or drink. He had used it for so many years and now going on without it, it was something completely different, but he knew he needed to get his shit together for his kid.
He had also stopped running with his usual friends and started hanging out with Maka at school. It was weird. Not because of the difference between the intellect and grades, but because she was a genuine person. His old friends always pressured him into doing things he now regret, she always asked him what he wanted and if he was okay with things and he was even more surprised when he didn't like a certain toy for their child, she would just put it back and they would continue their shopping. Maka was a gem among rocks. When he thought he had taken a rock, he had instead taken a diamond.
He couldn't be happier she was the one carrying his child instead of one of the hookers hanging with his old crowd. He could definitely work with her and raise their child together. They were a very good team.
Weeks went by and she grew on him. Grew on him positively of course.
The time to find out about the gender of their child came and he was ecstatic. He was on top of the world and he could not wait for the doctor to call up Maka's name. The only negative thing about it was he was with them.
He was like a leech, sucking everything he could off of Maka and trying to take over the role was the provider and the father for his child. He was no good for his child, trying to take his baby away from him.
"Maka Albarn." The female doctor calls up her name and the three of them get up from their seats. Black*Star immediately snatch the seat beside the gynecology chair. Soul can't start fighting about it, so he stands on the other side of the chair. Maka gets up in her chair and she pulls up her shirt, revealing the large bump on her stomach. The doctor asks plenty of questions about hip pains, her vagina and all sorts of stuff he had no clue about. He may know plenty of stuff about sex, but he had not even a clue about half of the stuff they are talking about.
"Okay," The gynecologist applies jell to her stomach and starts rubbing some ultrasound thing. On the screen next to the chair makes a very grainy picture, but he can see what it is. He can see his baby. "There is the heart and the head." The gynecologist points toward the picture at the different parts.
It takes his breath away. He finds himself taking a step closer to the screen. A small soft hand lays on his and he looks down to the mother of his child, smiling gently at him.
"Do you want to find out about the gender?" The gynecologist asks.
"What do you think?" Maka asks, looking at him while she holds his hand. "Do you want to find out?"
"I do. Do you?"
"Yeah." She gently replies.
His eyes quickly glance at Black*Star and he glares straight at him.
A smile spreads on the gynecologist's face. "Congratulation. You are having a girl."
A girl. Their baby wasn't the son he had pictured. It is a beautiful girl. Hopefully she has her mother's looks. Her beautiful dirty blond hair and her gorgeous emerald eyes. When she looks at him with those large eyes of hers, he just melts into a mush. He can never go against those eyes of hers.
"A girl." He whispers, he squeezes her hand back, looking into her eyes. "We will need to start thinking of names."
She smiles wide and she swears his heart skips a beat and he runs out of breath. The moment is perfect. Her large stomach visible with his daughter growing inside and her mother smiling wide at him with tears in her eyes. She must be just as emotionally taken as he is.
"Absolutely."
"Soul." Black*Star suddenly butts in. "We need to talk."
"Black*Star." Maka says warningly. "Don't do anything stupid."
"Don't worry." Soul smiles gently at her. "He won't do anything stupid." He squeezes her hand and the two males leave the room. As soon as the door closes Black*Star immediately jump to the subject.
"What are you doing?"
Soul raises his eyebrow. "What?"
"You screwed her once, are you looking to screw her again? She doesn't deserve to be used to then be thrown a―"
"Shut up." Soul says calmly. "I'm not looking to hurt her. I just want to be her friend and work together to raise our child. I do not want to hurt her. She has gone through enough and I do not want to add to that hurt."
"She needs someone who understands her. You are not the person to comfort her or to raise that baby with her. You aren't enough for her." Black*Star's fists tighten. "You won't be able to take care of her."
"Dude. I'm from a wealthy family. I can take care of her alright." He may come from a wealthy family and now with a baby on the way, her mother is more than willing to throw money at him, but he won't depend on his family. He needs to take care of his child with his own two hands.
Soul crosses his arms over his chest. "What I want to know is why you are here. You aren't the father and you are investing so much money and time on her. What is it that drives you to stay with her?"
Black*Star grits his teeth. "My motives are none of your business. That is between Maka and me."
He had just told him two things, the only reason for him to hate Soul that much and for him to be so invested with his child is because of love for his daughter's mother. He loves Maka and he wants to be with her. Two, Maka knows about his feelings toward her and judging how they aren't a couple, she doesn't hold those feelings toward him.
Why does Soul feel like he can dance of joy of this piece of news?
"I know you like her." Soul says. "More than friends and best friends. You are jealous I got her and fucked her and now when she is carrying my child, you can't stand me because of what Maka and I have."
He growls loudly, his fists trembles. "You shut the fuck up or I'm going to ripe your head off!"
"I'm right. And you know what, I'm not going anywhere. That child is mine and Maka is the mother of my child. It's a bond you will never h―"
"Shut the fuck up!" He swings his fist at Soul and he barely manages to dodge it before he grabs a hold of his arm and shoves him up against the wall.
"I've done things in my life I regret more than anything, but those things made me stronger. You won't bring me down." Soul releases his arm and backs away from him.
A couple of days later, Soul's mother was all over him. When he told him about his child was a she, she was exploding with joy. She never left him alone for a single second and the bomb finally dropped when she was at his high school waiting for him and Maka to come out. She practically bounced on them and threw them inside of the car.
"I'm sorry about this." Soul says as they walk up to his house. "I told her to back off but she is very stubborn. All she has been asking about is you."
"Oh," Maka says, gently rubbing her belly, "Well, I don't mind meeting your mother. She appears to be a very kind and caring woman. It is her grandchild so I guess we had to meet eventually."
"Believe me, you wouldn't manage to live one day in my house."
Maka playfully elbows him in his ribcage. "That would be easy, I bet you wouldn't be able to live in my apartment for a week."
He smirks wide. "Is that a challenge Maka Albarn?"
"Oh yes it is."
Soul smirks as he opens the front door for her. "Then you better expect me to spend the week next Monday then."
His mother was running around in the living room, preparing seats for them as she shouted for the chef to make snacks of every kind so Maka could choose what she wanted. Maka and Soul took a seat in the living room.
"You have a very pretty home." Maka says, fiddling with the fabric of her sweat pants.
"Thanks, believe me, I would rather live in your home in peace than this madhouse." Soul wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close to him. "Speaking about madhouse, I can't believe you are still in school. Weren't you supposed to take online classes?"
She giggles and rests her head on his shoulder. "I want to stay in high school as long as possible. I will finish my work in my courses before I finish off the courses online."
He chuckles and caresses her bicep with his fingertips. He had never cuddled up with anyone like this. Sure, he had cuddled up like this in the clubs before he went to their homes and slept with them. He had never cuddled with a girl without the intention of sleeping with them. It is quite nice.
"If I were you, I would be hightailing out of there as fast as possible."
Maka snorts and rolls her eyes. "You wish. You know you will have to work harder so you will graduate this year, or would you like to redo senior year again?
"Believe me, if I manage to fail this year with your help, I will drop out and find a full-time job instead of a part-time."
"Okay kids," Soul's mother enters the living room, "The chef has prepared something for us. Now we can finally talk in peace."
Talking to his mother never happened in peace, and it certainly didn't happen this time. She shot more questions at them than a machinegun would shot bullets. Maka must have been overwhelmed by all of the questions since she shot at him since she couldn't answer all of her questions at the speed she was asking questions. It did get too much for Maka and he had to step in and excuse themselves from the table. They escaped to his room and he closed the door behind him.
"I'm sorry about that. She can be very overwhelming sometimes. She doesn't have a brake on her question spree."
Maka slowly takes a seat on his bed, she looks absolutely shocked and frozen. "I have never seen a person ask so many questions before. How can she?"
Soul walks up to her and takes a seat beside her. "She is impossible sometimes. I'm sorry it went on as long as it did. I should have stopped her earlier."
She shakes her head, leaning onto his shoulder and burying her face in his neck. "No, I'm glad I stayed as long as I did. It's just…" She suddenly sniffles and he can feel something wet on his neck. "I just regret doing it."
He raises his eyebrow and wraps his arms around her. "I'm not sure I follow you." He rubs her back, holding her close to him. This is the first time he is actually comforting someone. It came naturally for him. He wants to comfort her and take her pain away. She doesn't deserve to feel any pain and he will do whatever he can in order to sooth her pain.
"I just regret sleeping with you." She cries into his neck. "I wasn't drunk, I just had two drinks and I should have been smart enough to not throw myself at you like some crazy schoolgirl with a crush on the hottest guy."
Oh boy. It is the hormones getting to her. She had suddenly gone angry and sad in an instance but she had never ended up crying like this. "Wait." Soul raises his eyebrow. "Did you have a crush on me?"
She stiffens in his arms and that is all the confirmation he needs. "Yes." She murmurs, sniffles in his shoulder. "Do you really think I would even talk to a junkie like you if I didn't like you? I would never have danced with you and still, I was so stupid to just give you my virginity and now it is gone forever." She sobs loudly. "I was so lonely and exposed and I felt so out of control. I cried for two months straight at night because of me giving my virginity to you and you just stole it and left me all alone to rot in my bed."
"I'm sorry." Soul apologizes as he hugs her tightly. "I shouldn't have gone after you like that. I should have known better than to use you for my own entertainment to then leave you like that."
She shakes her head and cries loudly. "No, you were high like never before and drunk. You couldn't have controlled yourself. It is all my own fault."
"You can't tell me not to feel sorry for you." He put his hand on her head and gently caresses her hair. It is so soft. Just like silk. Not like the bleach damaged hair many of the girls had he had been with. "Your virginity meant something to you and I took it from you out of lust. I can't give your virginity back but I promise you I will try to make it up to it. Just ask me for anything and it is yours." He talked big and for once, he did speak from the heart. Usually he had only talked big to break girls into sleeping with him, and now he did truly mean it and not in order to sleep with her. He had done enough to mess up her life, hitting on her would be idiotic. They are having a child together, but a romance between them wouldn't lead to anything good. He has already broken her enough in that department. He doesn't need to add more pain.
She sniffles and inhales shakily. "Just stay… with me and our daughter. That is all I want of you… both her and I need you…"
He smirks and rocks her gently in his embrace. "You wouldn't even have to ask. I'm here to stay. A man doesn't abandon his child."
His phone suddenly buzzes and he pulls away from Maka.
"Who is it?" She asks as she wipes away her tears.
He unlocks his phone and his eyes goes wide. It is from the blond woman in the club he met that night. The one with the sexy and curvy body with giant tits. "You want to hook up for prom?" The text says.
He had never been a person to go to prom. Before he had just hung out with his friends and slept around instead of being chivalrous to a girl. Except, this girl has the most amazing tits in the world. If he plays his cards right at prom, he would most likely sleep with her at the end of the night. He likes the sound of that!
"A girl asked me out to prom." Soul says as he writes a reply to Elizabeth. That is what the contacts name is. "Sure."
"Oh," she fiddles with the fabric of her sweatpants, "And what did you reply?"
"I accepted."
"Okay." Maka sighs and turns her head toward him. "I can't tell you who you can date and not, but I'm begging you to be careful. Coming with a new girl every each month isn't good for our daughter. Please, promise me you will be careful who you bring around our daughter."
"Consider it done." He smirks and wraps his arm around her shoulders. "And by the way, I think it is time for me to take you back home. We can stop at the Chinese place and order some food if you want."
She smiles wide and nods. "I would love that."
For every day that went, things between them only got better. He exchanged his motorcycle for a car and when Monday came, he had packed up his stuff to sleep at Maka's place for an entire week. That week did amazing things to their relationship. He learned so much about her and when she was feeling down, he would rub her belly or give her a foot massage when her feet were killing her. They really did make a great team, something Black*Star didn't appreciate so much.
Things were great between him and Maka, and things got better when he started hanging around Elizabeth, looking at those tits of hers made him all needy and he realized how long ago it was since he slept with someone. He had been hungering for a vag and he couldn't wait till he got his hands on hers.