Brian, Indian Hills' newest nomad, knocked on the bedroom door that Quinn and Gina were currently in.
When he heard no response, he opened the door, walking over to Quinn's side of the bed.
He shook Rane's shoulder, causing him to jerk awake. Rane sat up quickly, and grabbed him by the shirt with his fist, ready to fight whoever woke him out of a dead sleep.
"Quinn, Quinn, it's me!", Brian closed his eyes, trying to prepare himself for a sharp blow to the face.
"Fuck Brian, what the hell do you want at six in the morning," Rane let go of his shirt, and laid back down in the bed next to a sleeping Gina.
"There's a chick out by the bar.. uh Allie. She said she needs to talk to you."
"Alright, tell her I'll be out in a minute."
"Sure," Brian headed out of the room on shaky legs.
Rane did his best to ignore the intense throbbing in his head as he got dressed in the clothes he wore yesterday.
As he approached the bar, he saw Allie dressed in one of her many waitress uniforms with a medium sized box sitting next to her on the counter of the bar.
"Hey Al.."
Quinn felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him turn around.
Fuck.
"I can barely walk straight because of you," Gina whispered against his lips before kissing him, loud enough for Allie to hear.
Quinn's body automatically tensed.
Gina slipped a white piece of paper in the back pocket of his jeans.
"Call me."
Allie knew it. She fucking knew it.
Of course he would bury himself in some pussy to forget about the day before.
She put down her bottle of water Brian supplied her with earlier and turned around, standing to her feet.
" I made my decision. I wanted to tell you in person instead of over the phone."
"Okay. What's your decision?"
"I'm keeping the baby. "
Brian looked up from reorganizing the area behind the bar, with a shocked expression on his face.
"You're keeping the baby," He said each word painfully slow.
"I am. You can be apart of this baby's life. You don't have to either. I'll be fine with whatever you choose, " Allie replied in a calm, confident tone.
Rane didn't say anything. He just nodded his head, the movement making him dizzy.
"Oh, one more thing before I go."
Allie picked up the box off of the counter and handed it to him.
"That's the rest of your stuff that was still at my place . I figured I would save you the extra trip. Take care of yourself, Rane," Allie removed her large black lensed sunglasses from sitting on the top of her head, and placed them over her eyes, leaving the clubhouse.
Allie adjusted her Mack's bar and grill waitress apron, tying it looser around her waist.
"Allie, go clock out. I'm sending you home for the day," Chris requested after he escorted a couple to a table in her section.
"What, why? I'm fine."
"Allie, you're in the bathroom every two minutes. I don't need you giving my other servers a stomach virus."
"I'm not sick. I'm pregnant, Chris."
"What? You're pregnant?"
"Yeah. I need to make all the money I can."
"That's great. Congratulations. But, one day won't kill you. You need some rest."
"Fine," Allie untied her apron, knowing she wasn't going to win this arguement.
Once Allie was gone, Chris used the resturant phone to make a call.
"Helen, it's me. There's something you need to know about your daughter."
She laid in her bed with her blankets coiled around her tightly, staring at the cieling, thinking about what it was going to be like when the baby comes in a few months.
How her life will forever be changed in such a beautiful way.
How could she not see that when those pregnancy tests read positive?
Allie heard the front door being jimmied open, causing her to grab the metal bat fron under her side of the bed.
Her clamy hands gripped the base tightly, ready to swing.
The door opened fully, revealing her mother, who had a near heart attack right in her doorway.
Allie breathed out a heavy sigh of relief, and dropped the bat.
"Jesus Christ ma, there is this little thing called knocking," she sat down on her bed, attempting to catch her own breath.
Her mother closed the door and sat down next to her daughter.
"Chris called me and told me he sent you home because you are pregnant and you're in the bathroom every two minutes, puking your brains out. You tell my fiance before you tell me!," she pushed back her daughter's long hair behind her ear.
"I just found out myself, ma."
"Who's the father? Is it that Brady guy you've been seeing?"
"Mom, me and him broke up in high school."
"I assumed it was Brady because that was the last guy you told me about."
Allie never realized that. Shit, mothers notice and remember everything. She wondered if she will be doing the same thing when she becomes a mother herself.
"Who's the father, baby?"
" It's a guy I occasionally see."
"Does he know?"
"Yeah, and he wants nothing to do with the baby."
Helen stood to her feet, outraged.
"He gets you pregnant, and he can't man up and be a father! What the fuck is this shit! We are taking his ass to court! He has another thing coming wanting nothing to do with my grandchild."
Allie looked at her mom in utter shock.
"Mom, I never saw you this worked up, let alone curse."
"Well, what do you expect? You're my daughter. "
Her enviable green eyes of hers began to well up with tears.
"I thought I would be able to change him, mom. Make him love me like I loved him. But, no one changes unless they want to."
Helen bent down in front of her sobbing daughter, wiping her eyes with a napkin she had in her purse.
"It's his loss, sweetheart."
"I guess."
"Honey, I've been where you are with your bilogical father. He got me pregnant at sixteen, and took off, never hearing from him again. Police couldn't even find where he went. The bastard was smart. The difference between me and you is that I will be there for you 100 percent unlike how your grandparents were for me. "