Wake Up Zachy: A One-Shot Series
Chapter 49
"I'm Never Having Kids"
Background: After all the books happen. Maybe like 23-24 years old.
Cammie's POV
"I'm never having kids."
Hands wrapped around my waist, spinning me around as we danced around the dining room table. I laughed as we spun, my hair flying freely behind me while my eyes locked on the dark, questioning one's I'd come to love.
My eyes fluttered opened and closed as we slowed down, Zach pulling me to him. He kissed my neck, his hands trailing up my sides. "You're beautiful," he whispered into my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down my side.
I grabbed his face pulling it to mine. Our slow kisses became sloppy as hands grabbed and fingers brushed. I jumped up, my legs wrapping around his waist as my back hit the wall. Zach's hands cradled my head as he tipped it back, placing gentle kisses on the exposed skin. My hands tugged at his shirt and I moan lightly at the sly smirk he gave me before walking us toward the bedroom.
2 Weeks Later
"Gallagher Girl," a voice called from outside the bathroom door, "are you almost done?"
"Yeah," I called, "I'll be out in a minute."
I heard his foots steps walk away a moment later, heading off towards the direction of the kitchen. "There are waffles on the island."
I almost tripped over my feet running out of the bathroom door and down the hallway, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I yelled at his retreating back. I heard him chuckle as I skidded into the kitchen.
The strong sense of coffee filled my noise. One hand went over my mouth the other across my stomach, as I ran to the nearest bathroom.
Zach's hands pulled my hair back and rubbed my back as I kneeled on the floor.
"Are you alright, Gallagher Girl? Do you need to call in sick? Do you have a temperature? Do you have swollen glands? What about –"
"Zach," I cut him off, forcing a laugh. "I'm fine. It was just like strong coffee or something that set off my empty stomach."
He looked a little unsure but left and let me brush my teeth again.
I opened the left drawer, dropping my toothpaste back into its spot as my eyes scanned over a little black box.
"Shit,"
"Cam?" Zach called, his footsteps running towards the door.
I threw my body against it in a weak idea of keeping him out. "I'm fine Zach. I just realized I was going to be late. I told Bex I'd meet her for breakfast."
"Oh, okay. Have fun," he told me, kissing my forehead before turning back to the kitchen. "Call me if you're not feeling well."
"Yes mom," I told him, grabbing my coat and shoes from the closet. "See you at work."
"Bex, what the fuck am I going to do?" I yelled, one hand gripping tightly to the steering wheel, the other firmly pressing my iphone to my ear.
"Cam, just calm down. You don't even know if it's true yet. First things first, we need you to take a test. Macey said she'd bring one and were all meeting at the coffee shop in 5 minutes."
"No, no, no," I said, taking a sharp left turn, "Coffee bad, coffee enemy."
"What?" Bex said through the phone, "Cam you're obsessed with coffee. Macey didn't convince you to go on one of your heath kicks did she?"
"No," I snapped. "I'm fucking pregnant and I can't fucking stand the smell of coffee."
"You might be pregnant," she correct, "but okay fine. No coffee. Where do you want to go? The mall?"
"Sounds good to me," I answered. "See you in ten."
"Okay," I said, coming out of the stall, "So we wait what? 4 minutes?"
"5" Macey answered from her seat on the sink, nail file in hand. "So you don't like coffee anymore?"
"Wipe the damn smirk off your face, McHenry. I'm not in the mood."
"Damn. Pregnant Cammie is not fun." I glared at the dark haired girl but she just continued on, "Is all of Goode's sperm messing with your brain."
Liz blushed while Bex smirked from her spot by the door and I just glared.
An awkward silence settled over us, the reality of what we were doing finally sinking in.
"Cam," Liz started her voice timid and quiet, "What are you going to do if it's true?"
I looked at the blonde girl's eyes and I could tell. That guilty look said it all and if I wasn't sure before, I knew that she would never survive out in the field without us; she had read my 12th grade, second semester CoveOps report and she knew exactly why I was freaking out like I scared 16-year-old who had gotten pregnant from a one night stand.
Zach didn't want this kid. I don't even know if I wanted this kid.
"It's time," Bex said, her eyes looking towards the small stick that might change the rest of my future with Zach or even the rest of my future in general.
"I don't know," I answered Liz, looking at two pinks line, "I just don't know."
"Are you sure, Cam?" Macey asked, her hand touching my arm lately as I settled down with a clipboard at the family planning center.
I nodded my head, "I'm sure. Zach said he was never having kids. And it's too late for plan B."
"I know," she said, "but maybe he'll change his mind. Maybe he'll want to keep the kid. It is half his, you know. And if he didn't want kids he shouldn't have had sex with you. Or at least tied his junk up."
"He doesn't want kids." I repeated, turning to look at her. "I'm sure."
"Okay, just lean back on the chair and get comfortable, Cammie. I'm just going to get the medicine for you. Remember, you won't be knocked out, but you won't be able to feel anything." I smiled at her, leaning back in my chair trying to get comfortable.
Macey grabbed my hand, squeezing tightly, "Are you sure you don't want to tell him first. Even just send him a text or something?"
I shook my head no, and just starred at the door waiting for the doctor.
"Okay, Cammie, I have the shot," she said coming. "Just need you to say one more time that you're sure and we can start."
"I, I'm, I'm, I," I brought my knees to my chest my head dropping down. "I can't do it," I told them in barely a whisper, the sudden idea of what I was truly doing coming down on me.
The nurse gave a small smile before she slid out the door leaving me and Macey alone.
"Mace," I said, a small broken sob escaping my mouth.
"I know, Cam. I know," she whispered, her arms coming around me as I buried my head into the warmth of my friend.
"Mace, I can't tell him. He'll hate me forever," I said into the phone, looking down the hallway to make sure Zach was still safe in the kitchen.
"He won't hate you, Cam. He loves you." Her voice floated through the phone.
"Not after this he won't. He told me Macey. He told me straight out that this was never going to happen for him."
"Cam," she said quietly, "it already happened. And it's not like you did it yourself behind his back or anything. He was a willing participant."
"Yeah, but Macey –"
"No buts Cameron. You shouldn't be in this alone. And if he does leave, then you deserve much better. Because he'd be the world's biggest asshole."
"Mace!" But she fell back to reality, focusing on her friends words. "I, I, he, I . . . thanks, Mace." I smiled for the first time in days, but it quickly fell from my face. "I still can't, Macey. If he leaves, I, I, I . . . I can't live will that. He means to much to me.
"Talking about me again, Gallagher Girl? I thought you got over your fangirling a long time ago for me."
I slapped a hand to my heart, his voice startling me. "No," I told him flatly, spinning on my heel and leaving the room.
"Wait," he called, "Cam, I think we need to talk."
My heart stopped, fear making me immobile. "No we don't." I told him, my back still facing away from him.
"Yeah, we do," he said softly, placing a hand on my arm to try and spin me around, but I held me ground, not letting him see the small tears that had fallen from my eyes.
"No. We. Don't." I snapped, trying to rip my arm from his tight grip.
"Cam," his voice came out, broken and hurt, "Do you love me?"
I turned on him, almost ready to slap him across the face. "What the hell kind of a question is that."
His face took on that look of rage I never thought I'd see pointed at me, "It's the kind of fucking question that shows how you've been fucking acting lately. So, I'll ask it one more fucking time; do you love me?"
I glared at the man in front of me, his tall build towering over me but I didn't let that knock me down, a Gallagher Girl is known for fighting men 4 times her size. "Of course I love you, you idiot. I wouldn't fucking be here if I didn't."
I turned, walking towards the living room, "Then why the hell are you cheating on me?" he yelled behind me, pure anger in his voice.
I almost laughed at how wrong he was, but then his accusation settled in and I was not even a little bit happy enough to laugh, "You think, I'm fucking cheating on you? Isn't that great. I'm not fucking cheating on you." I wanted to add something about buying a Signs-That-Your-Girls-Pregnant book, but I bit my tongue.
"Then what's the matter, Cam? You don't talk to me more than you have to, you sleep on your side of the bed as far away from me as you can, and if I put my arms around you, you make an excuse to get out of bed, you're constantly on the phone with Macey, Bex, or Liz saying how you can't tell me because I'll leave, you're swearing and tearing up, and getting angry, and I just don't know why. Gallagher Girl, what's wrong?" he asked me, desperation lacing into his voice, and I swear I say some tears in his eyes, "Please, just tell me what's wrong?"
"I can't Zach. I can't do it. I can't live with you hating me. I just can't." I told him, tears pouring from my eyes.
"Cam, I can't hate you. I love you too much to hate you. We can work through it. I promise. Please, Cam." He told me, stepping closer to me and reaching out.
"No," I took a step back, looking away from his questioning eyes, "I can't. I won't. It's already tearing us a part."
"Cam, what's tearing us apart is that fact that you won't tell me. What am I supposed to do if you won't tell me."
"No," I took another step back, "No, no, no. This isn't happening, Zach. Tell me this isn't happening."
"Cam, -"
"No!" I shouted, stepping even farther, "This can't happen. Zach." I sniffled, the tears pouring freely in my eyes.
"Cam, I –"
"No." I took another step, my back hitting our front door. I looked into his dark eyes for what I thought would be the last time, "I'm sorry."
And before he could even process the words, the door was shutting behind me.
I listened to the steady pace of my feet hitting the ground in the rain. The pounding in my ear somehow manage to tame my crazy heart.
Tears streaked down my face, as I fell onto the ground, my knees slapping the pavement and sob escaping my mouth.
One hand fell to my stomach, the other to my mouth as I replayed that night. The night that made the innocent child that tore us apart. Tore me apart.
I jacket dropped around my shoulders and I looked up to see Zach hovering above me and all that did was make me cry harder as Zach wrapped his arms around me.
"I don't want you to leave," I whispered.
"I'm right her, Baby," he said, rocking me lightly.
The pouring rain faded away as he wiped the tears from my eyes. "I promise," he said, placing a kiss on my forehead.
I looked away from his eyes, placing my hands on my stomach, "I'm pregnant."
I closed my eyes, expect him to walk away from me, but he just continued holding me, lifting me up from the ground and draping his coat over my body as he carried me down the street.
"I'm sure it's not good for you to get the flu then. At least not while you're carrying my mini-me." He told me with a smirk.
And maybe for the first time this week, I thought that everything might just be okay.
Because when it's right, it's right.
And Zach and I, we've always been right.
He smiled at me as he placed one hand lightly at my stomach, a small smile on his face.
"Maybe I was wrong, Gallagher Girl." He told me as we entered our apartment, setting me on his lap on the couch.
"A spy can't hide from life. I always said that I wouldn't fall in love, because if I didn't come back, I couldn't do that to her, but when I met you, it was too late. And just like I always said I wouldn't have kids, I'm sure it will all change when I see her face."
I smiled at him, "Or him."
He laughed, pressing a light kiss to my lips, and one to my stomach, "Or boy. Now, let's get you showered and warm alright."
I raised one hand to my forehead, saluting the man in front of me, "Yes, Ma'am," he glared at me and I giggled before saying, "I mean sir."
A/N: That was a terrible ending. Sorry. I couldn't think of anything. I've been spending all afternoon trying to figure out something but I just couldn't think of it. Oh well.
I didn't check for mistakes. Sorry.
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