"I need this Wally," Wade begged and pleaded with his boss.
"There is no extra shifts, Wade. I'm sorry." Wade shook his, that wasn't good enough for him. He needed all the shifts he could get.
"There has to be something you can do, Wally." The desperate look on his face, had Wally caving in.
"If any shifts open up, I'll call you, if you're not in school." Wade smirked, things would be alright. He had to make sure of that. It was his job as a father to support and protect his young. He was doing that.
"Thanks, Wally." Wade quickly got back to work. He frowned not seeing Zoe rush past him. He kept an eye out the whole time he worked, but he never spotted her. It wasn't until his break when he walked outside he saw her sitting on the ground, head in her hands. "You ok?" He asked in a hushed whisper, sitting on the ground next to her.
"The smell is getting to me." She gave him a warm smile. It warmed her heart to know that he really did care about her and their baby.
"I hate to say it, Zoe, but the Rammer Jammer isn't the place for you. It makes you sick, that can't be good. It won't be hard to find somewhere else to work. Talk to Harley. Has he came around yet?" He tried as hard as he could to avoid Harley. He didn't know what was going on inside the older man's head. He was scared to find out.
"He doesn't ask about you or what you're doing to help. His attitude with me hasn't changed. I think he's upset, because he knows you and never expected it to happen," she explained, giving him her opinion on the situation. "I figured that out already, when every time I tried to go in, I couldn't," she sighed getting to her feet.
"It'll be ok," he assured her. She knew in her heart of hearts that it would be ok, with time. She pulled him into a hug taking him by surprise. She needed the comfort.
"I was wondering where the two of you got off to." They both looked at Wally. Wade slipped his hand into hers. "What's going on?"
"I can't work for you," Zoe told him looking down. She hated to disappoint people, seeing it wrote all over their face was even worse.
"Why's that?" He asked, he wasn't disappointed or even upset, just curious.
"She's pregnant, the smell gets to her," Wade explained. Wally nodded, looking at the two teens.
"Ok. Wade, why don't you take her home," he suggested, leaving them be.
By the time Wade got Zoe home, rumors were spreading like wildfire about Zoe being pregnant. It was her worse nightmare come true since arriving in Bluebell. They just had no idea what was going on around them.
Wade made sure Zoe was good before heading back to work. It wasn't as if she couldn't do things by herself.
"What is Zoe's deal?" George asked, catching up with his friend. Wade rose an eyebrow, looking at him.
"What do you mean?" Wade asked, stopping short of the Rammer Jammer.
"Dash is saying, Zoe's pregnant, that it came from you just this morning. Is it true?" Wade growled, storming towards Zoe house. "If she is, she is so not worth your time." George's words had him stopping dead in his tracks, seeing red. He spun around shoving George.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Wade shouted, ready to swing.
"You've lost it," George announced, walking off.
He tried to regain his composure on the short walk to Zoe's house, but there was no way his anger was going to leave. He grew suspicious seeing Lemon leaving Zoe's house. Lemon had turned and walked the other way. Feeling that something was wrong he rushed from the sidewalk to the front door. He barged through the door and followed the sobs up to Zoe's room. He rushed to her side. Zoe fell into his warm embrace. That's how Harley had found them when he came home hours later.
Zoe smiled shyly feeling Wade's eyes on her. Chewing her lip, she looked up at him. He smiled back, fighting the urge to kiss her pink soft lips.
"I can't face them. I can't," she whispered, her grip on Wade tightening.
"Then don't," he offered her. Could it be that easy? Jump into a car and drive of, leaving your problems behind for a few hours. It sounded appealing. Better than the other option and she wasn't ready to face them.
"And do what?" She asked, looking up at him. He shrugged his shoulders. We can find something to do, can't we?"
"We?" She questioned, a smile playing on her lips.
"I wouldn't want you to get lost," he smiled pressing a kiss to her temple. She rolled her eyes. She felt she should have been annoyed, upset or even mad at him for thinking, she'd get lost without him. But it was the truth. She didn't know her way around Bluebell like he did. And the company would be nice.
"Lead the way," she told him. Wade laced their fingers together. Today had started on the right foot. Would it last? Probably not.
"Where are we going?" Zoe asked from the passenger side of his truck.
"Where ever the road takes us, babe." His smirk grew wider seeing the small blush creep onto her cheeks. It was then he realized, he liked the way she looked with rosy cheeks.
"You and me, baby," she smirked. "On the road together." She had to admit, that she liked the way babe rolled off his tongue. Chewing on the inside of her cheek she turned in her seat to look at him. It wasn't her hormones going in every which way. She had found him good-looking the second her eyes came in contact with him.
"What?" He asked, looking at her sideways.
"I know what I said about us not working out, but," she paused moving to look at her hands in her lap. "Maybe we can," she told him in a low whisper. He had barely her.
"What if we don't? Were going to be connected to each other for the next 18 years. We need to at least be civil."
"Things don't have to be difficult if we don't let them get that way. We control what happens. Can you deny your feelings for me?" She asked being blunt.
"No," he answered, parking the car. It was already a struggle to keep his feelings buried. It took all his strength to keep from kissing her this morning. It was only going to be a matter of time before he happened to do something he would regret. "We need to take this slowly, Zoe."
"I know," she grinned. "Baby steps."
"Literally," he remarked.
Later is when she'd worry about talking to Harley about things. She had been to the practice and knew they needed help around there for a few months, which helped her out greatly. But for now she was going to enjoy her day with Wade. Ever since he had exploded at her over his father's words, he had been trying immensely, for her forgiveness. It was never about a huge gesture, just the little things. He'd make sure that things were good with her, ask her about the baby. He was there for her and that counted for something.
