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Chapter Eleven ; Happy
He Said...
"Nick, I'm pregnant! Oh my god!" Rachel grinned widely at me.
I felt my body weaken, as if I was gonna pass out any minute. It wasn't a feeling of joy or happiness. It was a feeling of anger, dissapointment and sadness. I held my head in my hands as I sat down the bed, trying to absorb the news my fiancé just told me. Wooziness and nervousness took over my body. I didn't even remember when I did 'it' to her. Rachel approached me, a dissapointed look on her face. I looked up at her, she was about to cry.
"How did that happen?" I whispered at her, standing up.
"Nick, we had sex! This is supposed to happen! Aren't you happy that we're finally going to build our own family? You're going to be a dad and I'm going to be a mom. We're going to raise this baby and give it everything it needs or wants." Rachel said.
"Where's your proof? Did you even go to the doctor?" I asked as she went inside the bathroom. I trailed behind her and she showed me five pregnancy test strips lying on the floor. "Are you even sure it's mine?" I whispered.
"I can't believe you just asked that." Rachel said. "Of course it's yours, Nick! Do you think I just fuck any guy I see out there?! I love you that's why did it."
"I was just making sure, Rachel!" I practically yelled at her.
"We'll go to the doctor later and make sure there's a freaking baby inside my stomach." she rolled her eyes and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Great. I was going to be a father.
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I went down the stairs and saw Rachel making pancakes. The aroma of butter and maple syrup filled the whole room. I approached her, sighing. I stood by her, leaning against the counter. She kept her eyes on what she was doing, not bothering to look at me. "Rachel, come on. You're not made are you?" I asked.
"Of course I'm not. I just hated how the way you doubted our own baby. Of course it's yours." Rachel sighed.
"I'm sorry. I was just making sure. Later, we'll go to the doctor to find out." Nick said making Rachel smile.
"You're the best, Nicky." she said, wrapping her arms around my shoulder, hugging me as she rested her head on my chest. "We're going to be such great parents."
"I'm going to take care of that baby." I smiled at her.
She Said...
"I'll see you later, Justin." I said, giving Justin one last hug. "Promise me you'll keep in-touch this time, okay?" she giggled as Justin nodded.
"You're invited to my wedding, okay? It's in Kentucky. Feel free to bring Lilly with you or anybody." Justin said as he slid in his Mazda. He rolled down his window, giving me a small wave as he drove off of Starbucks. "See you, Miles!" he called out.
I smiled to myself before feeling my phone vibrate. I slid it out of my pocket, my mom was calling. I held it against my ear, answering the phone. "Hey, mom! What's up?" I asked as I made my way inside my Porsche, sliding my keys into the ignition.
"You're daddy was just worried. You didn't call for a week now." mom reminded making me a little surprised. 'oh' I whispered onto the phone. "Is something going on there, Mi? Is everything alright?"
"Yes, mom. Everything's great." I said, lying to my own mom. I sighed inwardly as I drove through the highway, passing some caffes, restaurants, fast food chains and people wearing their bikinis running around the sidewalks of the beaches.
"We'll be dropping by sometimes. Maybe this Christmas we'll go there – me and your daddy, okay honey?" she said, asking for my permission. "We'd love to see you again, Mi."
"That's good, mom. How's Noah?" I asked as I parked to the music studio. Lilly was already in the counter, typing on the laptop quickly.
"Noah's doing great, honey. She misses you a lot." mom chuckled. "Well, I better go. I have to go to the groceries. Call me when you need anything, okay sweetie?"
"Yes, mom. Bye." I said before hanging up and walking inside the studio. "Lills!" I yelled before walking towards the counter where she was occupying. Her head snapped up at me as she smiled.
"Hey, Mi Mi." Emily giggled as she stood up from the counter. "It's been a busy week without you here."
"You didn't take a break? You know you could always take a break. I could make Julie or Amanda take over so you could rest." I said as I settled my bag on the counter.
"You know I'd sacrifice for you, Mi." she joked, giggling. "I just wanted to work, work, work to get my mind off of certain things." Emily sighed as she looked down.
"What certain things?" I asked as I sat down the stool behind the counter. She kept quiet, not answering my question. "Is it Oliver?" I whispered.
She nodded, sighing. "We kinda had a fight last night and I left his house with a loud slam on the door. It was awful. We never fought that way before."
"What were you guys fighting about?" I asked as I checked on the newly delivered guitars leaning against the wall. I traced its classic details with my finger, admiring its structure.
"About life. How we never spend too much time together, how he was too workaholic and how we'd forget to call each other everyday." Emily said, on the verge of tears. "We kept screaming at each other, we were blaming each other and Oliver was about to throw the vase at the wall."
I panicked, quickly approaching her and hugging her. "Aw, Lillykins don't cry." I sighed, hugging her as she rested her head on my shoulder, small tears flowing down her cheeks. "I'll talk to Oliver about it, sweetie. Maybe you guys just had some sort of miscommunication or something."
"I miss him, Mi." she whispered.
"I know you do." I sighed. "You shouldn't be putting all of your misseries to work. You're supposed to be in Oliver's house fixing this."
"I'm going to give it some time first. Oliver might think I'm too clingy." she sniffed, wiping her tears away. "Everything's so complicated. So confusing."
"It will work out soon, Em." I sighed, still hugging her. "You wanna go to the mall or something to make you feel better?"
"Thanks, Mi. But I just really wanna stay here." she smiled weakly. It was so hard seeing her so sad like that. I sighed as I nodded okay before walking inside the Recording rooms. "Mi?" Emily called out making me turn around.
"Yeah, Em?" I asked.
"How are you and Nick? Did he finally decide to cancel the wedding?" she asked making me sigh. I looked down, not wanting to answer even though I felt the need to.
"I would never want Nick to do that." I smiled weakly at her. "I want him to be happy. To make his own decisions. And I want me to be also. I don't care about all the pain in front of me. I'm just trying to be happy, Em." I said.
"You make Nick happy. It will always be you." she told me.
"I know." I smiled at her again, slowly fading. "But he's made up his mind. Sure I can change that, but he's already with Rachel. Why should I come running to the picture when Nick was already over me and she found Rachel."
"Mi, this is not your fault. If it wasn't for you, Nick wouldn't know that he never loved Rachel like he loved you." Emily said.
"And he's already made the damage. He asked her to marry him even though it was against his heart." I said. "I'll just let it fall into place. Love will find a way." I said, sighing.
"Did you get this already?" she asked as she held up a piece of envelope in the air.
"What's that?" I asked, taking the envolope from him.
"An invitation to Nick and Rachel's wedding."
I opened the envelope, reading the details about the wedding. There was a picture of them together, Nick wasn't using his happy smile. He was using his fake smile he'd always put on to hide something or to lie. I sighed as I gave the envelope back to Emily. "Yeah, I guess. I never really checked my mail."
"Well you're surely invited." she giggled.
"Yipee." I said sarcastically. "I wonder what Liam is doing right now. I haven't heard from him in a week."
"Maybe he's moping around because he misses you.." Emily joked. "Try calling him or texting him. Even go see him in his apartment."
"No. He's mad at me, I feel it." I sighed.
"No he's not. He's in love with you."
"And he can hold grudges." I giggled.
"You are so crazy, Miley." Emily giggled along with her best friend. "Back to work!" she said before walking inside the supply closet.
Liam's POV:
I woke up around 12 in the afternoon, my head aching. I was drinking this past week, not caring if I'm going to die because of drunkness or something. Miley was life. If she was gone, then my life is too. I stood up, walking to the bathroom. My eyes were bloodshot red, my beard was growing for I wasn't shaving, and I look wasted as ever. Would this be the guy Miley would fall in love with?! No. Hell No. She's in love with a rich, curly haired kid with brown eyes. What does he have that I don't? Money?! Fuck, I'll give her money then.
I'd do whatever it takes to get her. I glared at my reflection on the mirror, my hand clenched into a fist before crashing it onto the mirror as hard as I could. Blood dripped all over my hand and I didn't care. I found the pain soothing. I closed my eyes as hard as I could, wanting Miley to stop running around my head.
"Fuck!" I screamed as I held my head in my hands. "Fucking life!"
I glared at my hand as I slid down against the wall, wrapping my arms around my knees, staring at my bleeding hand. The mirror was now broken, not to mention filled with blood. And it was all because of Miley. She did this to me. She made me think she could love me back when the truth was, she was in love with Nick and only Nick. I was stupid enough to believe her. Miley lead me on. But, Nick knew her longer than me. It was only 5 months. Is it possible to fall in love so deep in such short time? It was so strange what love can do to you. Break you, make you happy, make you suffer. It was complicated.
I kicked the bathtub in front of me as hard as I could. This wasn't me. I was never like this. But you can't blame me. Miley will learn to love me as much as I love her. She will forget about Nick and come crawling to my arms. I smirked to myself as I thought of something... something to make Miley mine.
I walked back in my room, sitting down the bed, the smirk still not leaving my mouth. "You will be mine, Miley. You will be mine." I whispered to the cold air.
He Said...
Rachel and I were driving to the doctor already. She had never been so excited. She just kept on babbling about what she would do when she gave birth to the baby – she'd love them and be the best mom in the world. Rachel kept thinking about baby names. "For girls – Amber or maybe Amanda. Oh! Samantha would be nice. For boys... hmm. Maybe Paul or Drake works. Or maybe even Josh. What do you think, Nicky? Too common?" she asked.
"Those were wonderful names." I chuckled as I kept my eyes on the road, my ears on Rachel. She was thinking of the consequences if we had a boy or a girl.
"If we have a girl, we'd always have a problem about her being sa party girl or something. She'd get frustrated once she'd fall in love. She'd always ask us for money to go for shopping sprees. Wow, a girl's too dangerous." both of us chuckled before she continued. "But if we had a boy, he'd like basketball, he'd learn to play instruments like you! He'd date girls. But what if he breaks too many hearts? He'd work too hard to make a living and might get into drugs... wait, that's kind of freaky." she giggled.
"You only think of the negatives, Rach. Why not try thinking of the positives?" I suggested with a chuckle.
"I know but there are too many positives and that will make us hard to decide." Rachel giggled. "Yet, we're not the one who's going to decide, are we?"
"God will." I said. "So, we better go to the hospital to check. But it's only a few days old. We might not identify its gender."
"Yes, I can wait for the gender but all I really wanna know is if there really is a baby here." she smiled at me as she carressed her stomach softly.
"That's all I want to know too." I said before turning to the hospital. We paked in the parking lot as I helped Rachel get out of the car. "From now on, I want you to be extra careful of yourself. Don't tire yourself too much."
Rachel just smiled at me as she rested her head on my shoulders. "This will be a day." we walked inside the hospital, as she sat down on the waiting area. I approached the counter, checking if it was time for our appointment already. The nurse nodded and pointed to the hallway. I said thank you before getting Rachel and walking straight to the hallway. The room of the doctor was empty except the doctor was occupying it. I knocked on the door and smiled at the doctor.
"Ms. Bransen and Mr. Grey." the doctor nodded at us. "I'm Dr. Williams and you're here because?" the woman inquired as she slid off her reading glasses. We sat on the chairs provided in front of her desk.
"Good morning, Dr. Williams. Um, we're here to have an ultra sound to check if I'm pregnant." Rachel said, smiling slightly.
"Okay, so have you been experiencing symptoms? Like morning sickness?" she inquired. Rachel nodded. "Dizziness and craving for specific things everytime?" Rachel nodded again. "Mood swings?" and again, she nodded. "When did you experience these symptoms?"
"Just yesterday."
"Come along." she said. "Um, Mr. Grey. You don't mind if you come along, right?"
"No, um. Go ahead." I said, sitting back down. Rachel and the doctor went inside a room to do some tests. I prayed silently to God that there wasn't a baby. Or at least it was a false alarm. I loved Miley and I wanted that baby to be hers, not Rachel's. What if Miley knew this? She wouldn't forgive me. She'd hate me. I put my head in my hands, still praying and praying that this was all just a false alarm. After a couple of minutes later, Rachel and the doctor walked out. "Well?" I asked, standing up.
"Congratulations, Mr. Grey. You're a father. Your baby's a week old." the doctor stated and I felt everything go numb. The last thing I felt was Rachel's arms wrap around me as she giggled excitedly.
I was going to be a father.
She Said...
"Which president? Abraham Lincoln?" I giggled at Emily as we were closing the music studio. I was putting the guitars away and she was locking the recording rooms and locking the cash register. I placed the sheet music inside the cabinets as I approached Emily.
"No, George Bush." she laughed with me. "We always have the most random topics ever." Emily said as she pushed the stools aside, leaning it against the wall.
"Because we're best friends and that's what best friends do. Have stupid topics." I said with a small laugh before wrapping her in my arms, squeezing her slightly. "I don't know what I'd do if you move away from me." I said, smiling.
"Mi, I'd never do that. Wherever you are, I'm there. That's what we promised remember?" she smiled at me before hugging back. "You're like my sister. And sisters don't want to be away from each other, do they?" Emily giggled.
"Of course not." I said as we left the studio, locking the door behind us. I swang my bag on my shoulder as I looked for my keys.
"I heard you and Justin ran into each other. He told me himself. What did you guys talk about?" Emily asked as she looked up in the sky, the moon shining down at us.
"Nothing, we just caught up with each other that's all." I said, still finding my keys in my bag. "He is getting married, you know."
"I'm aware." she giggled. "We're invited."
"It's four months away, sweetie." I said, giggling. "God, I can't find my keys!" I exclaimed as I ran my hands through my pockets.
"Maybe it's in your pockets."
I double checked. "No, it's not here."
"Maybe you left it inside."
"Thanks. I'll go check." I said, unlocking the door. I switched on the lights. My keys were lying on the counter and I sighed in relief. "Em! It's here!" I shouted before grabbing it, switching off the lights and locking the door again.
"Someone's forgetty." Emily giggled at me.
We froze when we saw a figure emerging from the dark. We stepped back, our heart pounding. "Who's there?" I called out. The figure stepped into the light. It was Rachel. I placed my hand on my chest as we sighed in relief. "Oh, it was just you. What are you doing here? It's like 10 already."
She had a slight smirk on her face. "Hey, Miley. I just dropped by. Nick wanted to tell you that he's over you. A long time ago. He was just feeling sorry for you so he didn't want to tell it to you himself. Aw, I'm sorry, Mi." she said as she placed her hand on my arm.
I shook it away, glaring at her. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't get too mad, Miley. It might not be good for the baby." Rachel said, rubbing her stomach gently as she gave me a comforting look – no, it wasn't fucking comforting.
"What baby?" I whispered.
"I'm pregnant. Nick's the father." she smirked.
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