Two and a half months later:
Andy's POV:
I was three months pregnant now and I had pretty much had told everyone except my aunt because I knew she couldn't handle it she would go ballistic more than Ashley did when I told him. I laid on the couch in my dorm struggling to figure out something for my professor. Damn it was fucking hard. How is this humanly possible to figure out? Maybe Ashley could help me; I could really use the help. I put on a baggy sweater to hide my small bump that had developed. I started down the hall going outside to my car. Yes I had my car here. My mom let me take with me. She's a nice person.
I unlocked the door of his apartment. I should have just called, but I haven't been out in a few days except for class and lunch. I felt locked up and in jail. I walked into the small apartment; there was a note on the fridge. I guess for his dog walker. It said:
Andy,
I, Danny, and Ben went to Vegas for a few days. If there is something you need call my cell. Love you babe see you in a few days.
-Ash.
Vegas without me really? Whatever I mean I'm pregnant I can't really go there. I walked out heading for my car. Then I heard someone behind me I turned around to see Ashley's obsessive ex-boyfriend Ronnie "Hey Andy, have you've seen Ashley?" he asked, why the fuck would he like to know where my Ashley is?
"No Ronnie I haven't and stop hanging around here you know he broke up with you. Remember? There has to be something going off in your brain." I smirked god I hated him so much.
"No fag there isn't."
I had a bad feeling that is isn't going to end well. "Just leave me alone Ronnie, I have to get back to Brock."
"No." he said. As I felt something blunt hit the back of my head. "He will always be mine little Andy." Was all I heard before I saw black.
One day later:
"Andy, thank god you're ok." My mom squealed when my eyes opened.
"Mom, what happened, why am I here?" My eyes searched the white painted walls and the medical equipment.
"Because some asshole smashed your head." My mom gritted her teeth together to keep herself from screaming.
"Ronnie that fucking bastard." I said close to tears.
"What's wrong with you Andy if I didn't know any better I would say you're PMSing." My aunt said in the corner of the room taking a sip which was I guess coffee.
"Shannon." My mom warned.
"Babe, your mom phoned you ok." Ashley walked into the room with a bouquet of flowers.
"I'm fine, I don't know about our baby though." I might as well let it out right now, so I don't keep this a secret any longer.
"What baby? There's no baby." Aunt Shannon looked around the room.
"It's not like that." My mother replied. "Andy is going to have a baby." Why would my mom say it and not me?
"Aww I'm going to be a great aunt." She smiled. My aunt Shannon cracked a fucking smile when did this happen she never smiles,
"So you're not angry or freaked out?" Ashley and I asked.
I fell asleep after everyone had left except Ashley he had stayed. We found out that I just had a really bad concussion and that our baby is fine. The doctor said I could leave tomorrow. I woke up the next morning feeling better, a lot better. "Good morning babe." Ashley kissed my forehead.
"Did you stay here all night?" I asked him.
He nodded. "Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"That's so sweet." A doctor commented walking into the room.
"Thanks, I try my best to be sweet." Ashley winked at the doctor.
"You pig." I joked hitting him playfully in the arm.
"Well, Mr. Biersack you can go home." She said.
I was going to stay at Ashley's from now on. He wanted take care of me. I just love that about him so much if I get sick or hurt Ashley is the first one to always take me in and nurture me back to health.
Maybe from now on it wouldn't be so bad.
