Okay 1st announcement: since this story is "moving too fast", I'm going to update every few days now. Sorry, but it must be done. That anonymous (shocker, I know) reviewer had an unique point. So from this point forward, I will update maybe every 2-3 days.
Announcement 2: …WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU GUYS GET "not Beck's baby" FROM? WHAT? YES, THIS IS BECK'S BABY! I TRIED FIGURING OUT WHERE I WENT WRONG, BUT I COULDN'T FIND IT! Lol, you guys crack me up. This is Beck's baby. If it wasn't, then this story would be screwed.
ANYWAYS…sshaw101, Bosssauce, Blondeielov2U, TheDreamer006, Glittergirl123, Robin Is My Boy, LittleMissVictorious, CourtsxBatFan, Xx-Walking-Dead-Gal-xX, FaeryGirlsRock, Jadiee, LuvsCat, Fallspring99: Thanks for the reviews :) Just to make sure you guys read right, This Is Beck's Kid…sorry, I just wanted to make sure. Anywhoo, keep reviewing :) I'm going to go back and watch Nathaniel "talk" to our big Golden Retriever, who's just staring him in the eye :) Awww. That dog is so good with kids :)
Everybody's Fool
Digidestend Angel
I Do NOT Own Victorious or Any Of The Songs Used
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Suffered Long Enough
WHAT'S NEW ON TheSLAP?
Cat Valentine: I can't stop crying! I had the worst nightmare last night that I died after giving childbirth! EEP! Mood: Sick :(
Beck Oliver: Why is this happening to me? Mood: Very Sad
Andre Harris: Ohhh okay, the girl from last night passed out in the middle of sex…damn. Mood: NOT relieved…
Jade West: Went to the movies last night…alone…god, I'm pathetic. Mood: Pathetic times 2
Tori Vega: Put a blonde streak in my hair! I am like a maniac! Mood: Risky!
Robbie Shapiro: Pulled a muscle trying to lift a box yesterday. Ouch. Mood: Weak
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Beck laid on his bed, still in his boxers and tears staining his eyes. It was the Saturday after he and Cat last spoke a word to one another. He hadn't heard anything else about the case to take all rights Beck would have to his unborn child, and he just wanted to get it over with. The more he had to wait, the longer it was going to hurt in the end. He knew Cat was almost 6 weeks along now and she was sort of starting to show as far as he could see in class. It hurt because inside that baby bump was his son or daughter…who he may never get to hold or talk to.
-Ding-
Beck's phone vibrated and rang once, letting him know there was a text message. He groaned and reached for it. He didn't want to talk or see anyone…but when he saw Cat's name, he changed his mind on that one. The message though…it scared the hell out of him.
-Beck, I know you hate my guts, but can you please come over? I'm scared!-
-On my way-
Beck jumped out of bed, quickly dressed, brushed his teeth, and made himself decent before grabbing his car keys and rushing out, not bothering to give Andre the time of day as he was at the kitchen table. He speeded to Cat's little house that was only a few blocks away from the school with a heavy heart. Scared? Why was she scared? She must be terrified if she was desperate enough to call his sorry-ass. He prayed she was alright. Sure, he was furious that she wanted to take his child away from him, but he still loved her and wanted her safe.
When she wasn't safe…he needed to fix that. No matter what.
He skidded into her driveway, jumping out of the car and rushed up the steps of the front porch before knocking and ringing the doorbell. He had never really been at Cat's before. He just caught a ride with Andre when Andre dropped something off to Cat a few weeks ago. It was a nice place and cozy for a single mom with a child…single mom. He hated that term for Cat. She didn't deserve to be a single mom.
When the door opened and Cat was in tears, Beck walked in and immediately pulled her into his arms. "What's wrong, babygirl?" He asked, running his hands through her hair to comfort her. When she continued to sob and cry loudly, his heart broke for her. "Cat, tell me what happened? Are you hurt? Is the baby alright?" He asked with serious concern when her crying had yet to cease. He sighed. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed. I'll make you some breakfast."
Cat nodded, still sobbing, as he wrapped an arm around her waist and led her down the hall to the farthest room, which she motioned that was hers. It was a pretty pink room, as expected of the young girl, and it had a large bed that was unmade. He helped her lay down and tucked her in, seeing her eyes wide with terror and fear. She whimpered, as she clenched her eyes shut. Beck was almost scared to leave her alone.
"Cat…" He put a hand to her forehead and then pulled it back. "You're burning up." He stood from the bed. "Where's your medicine?"
Her sobs went to hiccups. "Um…um…the kitchen." Her voice broke, so Beck didn't make her talk anymore than she had to.
He rushed to the kitchen, admiring how elegant it was, but returned back to reality. Cat was sick. She needed help. He dug through a few cabinets before he found some flu medicine. He read the label and it was safe for pregnant women to take. He grabbed a bottle of water and a spoon, and walked back to her bedroom, where she was puking in the toilet. He set the liquid medicine, water, and spoon on her nightstand before rushing into the bathroom and seeing her struggling. He took her hair from her hold so she could focus on stopping the throwing up.
After a few long minutes, she finished and leaned onto Beck, who helped her up. "Let's get you a shower, okay? Come on." He turned on the shower to a decent temperature. He knew Cat wouldn't mind if he helped her, since he's seen her naked many, many times. She whimpered again. "It's okay, girl, I have you. You know I'll take care of you. I'm always going to be here for you." He felt her body warm, and it was an unhealthy kind of hot.
After some difficulty with the shower, he eventually dried her off and put a nice nightgown on her before leading her to her bed. He grabbed her hair brush and had her sit up so he could brush her hair, so it wouldn't be too tangled when she woke up. He laid her back down when he was finished and had her take the medicine and drank some water. He tucked her in again and she sniffled. "I don't feel good." Her little voice, sounding a bit raspy, said to him. Her eyes were watery, but he was sure it was from being sick. "I'm cold."
"I know." He hushed her. "Just go to sleep."
"Please be here when I wake up." Cat croaked out. "I need you."
"I'm not going anywhere." Beck whispered, trying to calm her down.
"I'm so sorry for being a horrible witch to you." Cat continued to talk, making her voice sound worse. "Please, please, please forgive me. I was wrong."
"I was wrong, Cat." He told her, tears coming to his eyes. "I cheated on you. I deserved everything that's happened…but…I've suffered, okay? I've suffered enough. I've learned my lesson. I swear, I have. I can't be away from you any longer. I'm not just saying that because you're pregnant with my child. I'm not. I'm saying that because I love and adore you. I can't live without you, Cat. There's no one else I can be with. There's no one that can compare to you. The devil tempted me and I fell into his trap, but Cat, I'm getting out of it. I promise."
Cat smiled weakly. "I love you, Beck."
"I love you too." Beck almost sobbed. He couldn't believe this was happening. Cat took him back. After so many weeks of torture and depression, Cat forgave him and took him back.
"Can you lay with me?" She asked. "Please?"
Beck nodded as he climbed into the bed and she snuggled up to him. He could feel her burning body and it worried him. "Wait…Cat, are you going to be alright?"
"I called my mom and she said the baby's okay." Cat said in a sleepy tone. "She's the one who convinced me to call you."
"Thank god for Mrs. Valentine." Beck chuckled as Cat let out a little giggle. "Go to sleep, Cat. I'm not going anywhere."
"Promise?"
"Oh, I promise." Beck kissed her hot, sweaty forehead. "Trust me."
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WHAT'S NEW ON TheSLAP?
Beck Oliver: CAT TOOK MY SORRY ASS BACK! OH THANK YOU, JESUS! Of course, Cat's sick now, but I'll take care of her until the end of time :) Mood: Happiest Man ON EARTH!
Jade West: WHAT? CAT, YOU STUPID IDIOT! WHY DID YOU DO THAT? Mood: Eff-ing PISSED!
Cat Valentine: Be nice to me. I'm sick. Yes, I took Beck back because I've tortured him long enough. Hell, I've tortured myself long enough from being away from him. Mood: Sick
Andre Harris: Oh, man, that's great, guys! Congrats to Beck and Cat! Not to mention little bun in Cat's oven! Mood: Content
Tori Vega: YAY FOR CAT AND BECK! Wait, does this mean you guys are back to being engaged now? Mood: HAPPYNESS
Robbie Shapiro: Ah, man, Cat's taken again :( and Tori, you spelt "Happiness" wrong, you bubblehead idiot. Mood: Pout-ish
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Beck woke up to loud crying and violent sobbing as he sat up in bed and saw Cat curled up next to him, practically screaming. "Cat!" He turned himself around and put both of his hands on either side of her face, which was hotter than when they went to sleep. "Oh god, Cat, what's going on?" He asked, terrified that something was severely wrong with his…girlfriend? Fiancée? He shrugged that off. They'll worry about that one later. Right now, something was wrong with her. "Cat, answer me!"
"I died!" Cat screamed. "I died after giving birth!"
Beck gasped, but remembered her status on TheSlap from earlier. "Oh, baby…" He sighed, not knowing how to handle this one. "Cat…you won't die."
"How do you know?" Cat croaked out again. She was getting paler and sweatier, which was scaring Beck. "You can't control anything!"
"I know I can't, but Cat, you deserve this baby so God won't let anything happen to you, I promise!" Beck told her. "Everything is going to be okay, Cat. It's this fever you're having. It's making you have these horrid nightmares. Also, I think it's because you haven't eaten in a while." He stared at her. "Cat, when's the last time you ate?" He asked in worry, praying she wouldn't answer the way he had a feeling she would.
Cat shrugged. "I don't know…"
"Cat!" He yelled suddenly. "You're pregnant! You can't be pulling that shit anymore!" He growled as he jumped off the bed. "I'm going to make us some breakfast and you're damn well going to eat it!" Without another word, Beck left the bedroom, pissed. She's pregnant. She can't NOT eat. It could put her life and the baby's life in jeopardy! Beck leaned against the nearest wall in the kitchen.
Was Cat still on her eating disorder?
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Later that night, Beck was watching over Cat as she slept. Her lamp on her nightstand was on, so he took advantage of that and grabbed his reading glasses he only let Cat see him wear and read a book for his English class. He hated the book and it bored him to death, but it's not like he had anything else better to do. Cat was curled up next to him, with her burning red cheeks on her pale skin and her hair damp from the clammy sweat. Her breathing was harsh and raspy. Beck was just relieved she fell asleep.
He sat up against the headboard of the bed, reading his book, but leaning over to check on her every few minutes. She had awoken a few times to go throw up in the bathroom and to take her medicine, not to mention eat some soup to keep something in her stomach. Beck had yet to question her about the eating disorder. Was it that hard to stop to the point she couldn't even control it?
Beck looked over again and he ran his fingers softly through her sweaty hair. "I'm going to be here for you, Cat. Nothing will ever keep me away again."
There. They are back together. Happy? Lol.
Random Fact about DA: The perfume I've used all my life (well a few years now) is called Tarea. Smells sooo good :) Every boy I've gone out with says the same thing, so that's another reason why I keep it :) Lol…
