**Thanks to Lisa and Writie for the reviews. Writie: You are amazing, I had
half of this chapter written in my head, and what you thought was exactly
what I had, I couldn't believe it! Thanks again and please continue to
review!!**
Brock was driving home, he didn't feel like getting there in a hurry. He had a lot to think about. He had gone out to dinner with Paul and they played a game of darts and had a few beers, and then had a discussion about Stephanie, and the business. Brock learned a lot about her after talking to Paul. He never realized that there was so much that he didn't know yet, but they really hadn't been together all that long. Brock was also thinking about something that Stephanie told Paul after she found out about him and Trish. She told him that obviously he felt something was missing from their relationship because he went and found it with Trish. Was that true? Was there something Brock was missing and he found it with Trish? And the other thing that was making Brock so uncomfortable and spending so much time on is the fact that he had never cheated on anyone before. Why all of a sudden did he cheat on Steph? Was there really something lacking in their relationship?
Brock pulled up to his house and let himself in and started to sort through his mail. He was trying to figure out exactly what to do. Should he call of the engagement for awhile and have the two of them go back to dating? But since she's pregnant with his kid, what would everyone say? He then checked the messages, there were a few from his friends, and one message was from Nicole. She had been crying and in the message she talked about how she wished that he would consider coming home and giving her another chance to be a happy family. Mya wasn't the same as when they were together. The message only helped to further confuse and upset Brock. He knew that it was hard to not be a complete family for Mya and he was raised with old- fashioned values. So it bothered him that Nicole left the message. Brock decided to take a long, hot shower and try to sort everything out. He needed someone that he could talk to just to make sense of it all and to clear his mind.
Trish arrived at Brock's house and seen that his Hummer was in the driveway. "Good, that means that he's home." She knew that Steph was meeting up with Linda so she decided to use the time to her advantage.
Trish rang the doorbell but no one answered. She tried the door and it was open. So Trish let herself in and looked around a little bit calling for Brock. She discovered that Brock was in the shower. So finally she settled in on the couch in the living room and waited for Brock to get done so she could surprise him.
Brock was in the shower for an hour. In that time he did a lot of thinking and a lot of soul-searching with a little bit of crying. He was pretty sure that he had made up his mind. He walked out of the bathroom in a towel and headed downstairs for something to drink.
"Hi Brock!" Trish exclaimed.
Brock jumped, "How did you get in here?"
"I rang the doorbell and you didn't answer, so I tried the doorknob since your truck was in the driveway I figured you were home and it was unlocked. So I called for you and said that I was waiting downstairs for you." Trish fibbed with a big smile on her face.
"I see, what are you doing here?" Brock questioned while adjusting his towel.
"I thought that maybe we could hang out? I know that we really didn't get to know a lot about each other, so what better way then around your hometown?" Trish offered.
"Ok, well, I don't see a problem with that, let me go upstairs and change and we can head out." Brock advised Trish and headed upstairs.
"Brock, before we do that, we need to have a talk." Trish said to him while he walked upstairs.
Brock turned around, "About what?"
"You and Steph. I had a deep conversation with her and I think that there's some things that you need to know about and she hasn't been completely honest with you about." Trish purred. Trish had a plan in her mind from the minute she walked out her front door.
Now interested, Brock turned back around and sat down by her on the couch, "you've seen me in less, what's going on?"
"Well, I'm really sorry that I have to be the one to tell you all of this, but I feel that you and I became friends the other night, and friends need to look out for one another, and I can't hide this from you." Trish started. "But it's really hard for me to talk about."
Brock reached out and patted her thigh, "Trish, it's ok. I won't kill the messenger if that's what you're worried about. Right now, Steph is off clearing her head so you don't have to worry about a thing."
Trish took a deep breath while smiling inside, "Brock, the baby might not be yours." She said quietly.
"What? What are you talking about?" Brock exclaimed, trying to control his temper.
"Well, Steph and Paul had a one-night goodbye if you'll call it that and they never used protection. And not a couple nights later you guys were together for the first time." Trish let the lies roll right off her tongue. "And she's too afraid to find out for sure, so that's why she's clinging to you. She wants to make sure that she has someone who'll be there for her and the baby. Steph doesn't do real well if she's not with a man. And what better way to keep a man then to get pregnant with his kid? But little did she know that you two would have your first time so close to the last time she was ever with Paul, so now she's stuck in between a rock and a hard place."
Brock was fuming. How could she do that to him? How dare she think that she could mold him into a toy for her to play with? But then, could he believe what Trish was saying. He looked over at her and she had tears in her eyes.
"Trish, what's wrong?" Brock asked with a concern in his voice.
"I just feel so bad to have to tell you such heart-breaking news, but you deserve to know the truth." Trish sniffled.
Brock rubbed her back, "Look, I appreciate you telling me everything, how about that drive? Maybe that'll cheer us both up." He suggested. "How could someone who is crying because of what she had to tell me be lying?" he thought to himself.
He stood up, "I'm going to go and get dressed, and then we'll head out." Brock jogged upstairs to get dressed.
A couple minutes later he came downstairs in track pants and a sweatshirt. "Ok, let's go. Why don't you park your car in the garage while we're gone? Sometimes fans like to come by and I don't want anything to happen to your car."
Trish nodded, "Ok, but you get fans at your house?"
Brock nodded, "Yeah, a few of the neighbors ratted me out to their friends, so every now and then I'll go out and visit with them, unless I'm busy. But sometimes they like to write on the windows."
Trish smiled, "How welcoming." She pulled her car in the garage and then hopped into the Hummer. "I've never been in one of these before."
"They're really nice, and a lot of fun to raise hell in." Brock said with a smile. And they embarked on a little journey.
Steph was finally certain with her decision. She was jumping to too many conclusions and she was going to go to Brock's house, give him a big hug and tell him that she was head over heels in love with him and would like for them to work everything out and still get married.
She arrived at his house and there were no cars in the driveway. "I know that he's coming home this weekend, so I'll go wait inside." Steph thought to herself and headed into the house. She made sure to put the car alarm on, "It's a rental, that's all I need is to have it stolen."
Brock and Trish were out and about for awhile and finally decided to call it a night. "It's getting late, why don't you just stay for the night? You don't want to be out and about trying to find a hotel room."
Trish shrugged, "If it's not going to be an inconvenience for you, that's a really nice offer."
Brock shook his head, "Not a problem at all."
Trish and Brock pulled into the driveway and Brock was puzzled, "Who's car is that?"
"Maybe it's a fans?" Trish suggested.
"God only knows, let's go in and we'll make some popcorn and watch a movie." Brock said.
They walked in and Trish grabbed her bag out of her car and looked over at Brock who was finding some popcorn, "I'm going to go and change into something more comfortable, where can I do that?"
"My room is the first door on the left, if you go right you'll wind up in Mya's room." Brock advised.
Trish walked upstairs and headed into Brock's bedroom to change. She took off her shirt and jeans and preceeded to change into a skimpy little top with no bra and some skimpy shorts. Just as Trish was walking out, she heard Stephanie call out, "Trish what the hell are you doing here?"
Trish turned around totally dumbstruck, "Steph, hi, what are you doing here?"
"This is my fiancee's house, I have the right to be here, what the hell are you doing here?" Steph demanded.
As Trish tried to come up with an excuse, Steph stormed past her and downstairs into the kitchen. Brock hadn't heard anything about what was going on upstairs, all of a sudden he heard Steph's voice, "What the hell is Trish doing here?"
Brock turned around to see a very angry Stephanie, "Wait a minute, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to talk to you, but why is that lying, no good, little bitch doing here?" Steph demanded.
"Wait a minute, calm down, we need to talk everything out, and we're just hanging out as friends. So what do you say that I'll have Trish run and grab something from the store and we'll talk."
Steph nodded feverishly, all she wanted to do was slap the hell out of Trish but knew that because of the baby she couldn't.
Brock walked into the other room and talked to Trish quietly and gave her the keys to the Hummer.
He came back into the kitchen, "we need to talk."
**Well, let me know what everyone thinks, any suggestions, let me know**
Brock was driving home, he didn't feel like getting there in a hurry. He had a lot to think about. He had gone out to dinner with Paul and they played a game of darts and had a few beers, and then had a discussion about Stephanie, and the business. Brock learned a lot about her after talking to Paul. He never realized that there was so much that he didn't know yet, but they really hadn't been together all that long. Brock was also thinking about something that Stephanie told Paul after she found out about him and Trish. She told him that obviously he felt something was missing from their relationship because he went and found it with Trish. Was that true? Was there something Brock was missing and he found it with Trish? And the other thing that was making Brock so uncomfortable and spending so much time on is the fact that he had never cheated on anyone before. Why all of a sudden did he cheat on Steph? Was there really something lacking in their relationship?
Brock pulled up to his house and let himself in and started to sort through his mail. He was trying to figure out exactly what to do. Should he call of the engagement for awhile and have the two of them go back to dating? But since she's pregnant with his kid, what would everyone say? He then checked the messages, there were a few from his friends, and one message was from Nicole. She had been crying and in the message she talked about how she wished that he would consider coming home and giving her another chance to be a happy family. Mya wasn't the same as when they were together. The message only helped to further confuse and upset Brock. He knew that it was hard to not be a complete family for Mya and he was raised with old- fashioned values. So it bothered him that Nicole left the message. Brock decided to take a long, hot shower and try to sort everything out. He needed someone that he could talk to just to make sense of it all and to clear his mind.
Trish arrived at Brock's house and seen that his Hummer was in the driveway. "Good, that means that he's home." She knew that Steph was meeting up with Linda so she decided to use the time to her advantage.
Trish rang the doorbell but no one answered. She tried the door and it was open. So Trish let herself in and looked around a little bit calling for Brock. She discovered that Brock was in the shower. So finally she settled in on the couch in the living room and waited for Brock to get done so she could surprise him.
Brock was in the shower for an hour. In that time he did a lot of thinking and a lot of soul-searching with a little bit of crying. He was pretty sure that he had made up his mind. He walked out of the bathroom in a towel and headed downstairs for something to drink.
"Hi Brock!" Trish exclaimed.
Brock jumped, "How did you get in here?"
"I rang the doorbell and you didn't answer, so I tried the doorknob since your truck was in the driveway I figured you were home and it was unlocked. So I called for you and said that I was waiting downstairs for you." Trish fibbed with a big smile on her face.
"I see, what are you doing here?" Brock questioned while adjusting his towel.
"I thought that maybe we could hang out? I know that we really didn't get to know a lot about each other, so what better way then around your hometown?" Trish offered.
"Ok, well, I don't see a problem with that, let me go upstairs and change and we can head out." Brock advised Trish and headed upstairs.
"Brock, before we do that, we need to have a talk." Trish said to him while he walked upstairs.
Brock turned around, "About what?"
"You and Steph. I had a deep conversation with her and I think that there's some things that you need to know about and she hasn't been completely honest with you about." Trish purred. Trish had a plan in her mind from the minute she walked out her front door.
Now interested, Brock turned back around and sat down by her on the couch, "you've seen me in less, what's going on?"
"Well, I'm really sorry that I have to be the one to tell you all of this, but I feel that you and I became friends the other night, and friends need to look out for one another, and I can't hide this from you." Trish started. "But it's really hard for me to talk about."
Brock reached out and patted her thigh, "Trish, it's ok. I won't kill the messenger if that's what you're worried about. Right now, Steph is off clearing her head so you don't have to worry about a thing."
Trish took a deep breath while smiling inside, "Brock, the baby might not be yours." She said quietly.
"What? What are you talking about?" Brock exclaimed, trying to control his temper.
"Well, Steph and Paul had a one-night goodbye if you'll call it that and they never used protection. And not a couple nights later you guys were together for the first time." Trish let the lies roll right off her tongue. "And she's too afraid to find out for sure, so that's why she's clinging to you. She wants to make sure that she has someone who'll be there for her and the baby. Steph doesn't do real well if she's not with a man. And what better way to keep a man then to get pregnant with his kid? But little did she know that you two would have your first time so close to the last time she was ever with Paul, so now she's stuck in between a rock and a hard place."
Brock was fuming. How could she do that to him? How dare she think that she could mold him into a toy for her to play with? But then, could he believe what Trish was saying. He looked over at her and she had tears in her eyes.
"Trish, what's wrong?" Brock asked with a concern in his voice.
"I just feel so bad to have to tell you such heart-breaking news, but you deserve to know the truth." Trish sniffled.
Brock rubbed her back, "Look, I appreciate you telling me everything, how about that drive? Maybe that'll cheer us both up." He suggested. "How could someone who is crying because of what she had to tell me be lying?" he thought to himself.
He stood up, "I'm going to go and get dressed, and then we'll head out." Brock jogged upstairs to get dressed.
A couple minutes later he came downstairs in track pants and a sweatshirt. "Ok, let's go. Why don't you park your car in the garage while we're gone? Sometimes fans like to come by and I don't want anything to happen to your car."
Trish nodded, "Ok, but you get fans at your house?"
Brock nodded, "Yeah, a few of the neighbors ratted me out to their friends, so every now and then I'll go out and visit with them, unless I'm busy. But sometimes they like to write on the windows."
Trish smiled, "How welcoming." She pulled her car in the garage and then hopped into the Hummer. "I've never been in one of these before."
"They're really nice, and a lot of fun to raise hell in." Brock said with a smile. And they embarked on a little journey.
Steph was finally certain with her decision. She was jumping to too many conclusions and she was going to go to Brock's house, give him a big hug and tell him that she was head over heels in love with him and would like for them to work everything out and still get married.
She arrived at his house and there were no cars in the driveway. "I know that he's coming home this weekend, so I'll go wait inside." Steph thought to herself and headed into the house. She made sure to put the car alarm on, "It's a rental, that's all I need is to have it stolen."
Brock and Trish were out and about for awhile and finally decided to call it a night. "It's getting late, why don't you just stay for the night? You don't want to be out and about trying to find a hotel room."
Trish shrugged, "If it's not going to be an inconvenience for you, that's a really nice offer."
Brock shook his head, "Not a problem at all."
Trish and Brock pulled into the driveway and Brock was puzzled, "Who's car is that?"
"Maybe it's a fans?" Trish suggested.
"God only knows, let's go in and we'll make some popcorn and watch a movie." Brock said.
They walked in and Trish grabbed her bag out of her car and looked over at Brock who was finding some popcorn, "I'm going to go and change into something more comfortable, where can I do that?"
"My room is the first door on the left, if you go right you'll wind up in Mya's room." Brock advised.
Trish walked upstairs and headed into Brock's bedroom to change. She took off her shirt and jeans and preceeded to change into a skimpy little top with no bra and some skimpy shorts. Just as Trish was walking out, she heard Stephanie call out, "Trish what the hell are you doing here?"
Trish turned around totally dumbstruck, "Steph, hi, what are you doing here?"
"This is my fiancee's house, I have the right to be here, what the hell are you doing here?" Steph demanded.
As Trish tried to come up with an excuse, Steph stormed past her and downstairs into the kitchen. Brock hadn't heard anything about what was going on upstairs, all of a sudden he heard Steph's voice, "What the hell is Trish doing here?"
Brock turned around to see a very angry Stephanie, "Wait a minute, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to talk to you, but why is that lying, no good, little bitch doing here?" Steph demanded.
"Wait a minute, calm down, we need to talk everything out, and we're just hanging out as friends. So what do you say that I'll have Trish run and grab something from the store and we'll talk."
Steph nodded feverishly, all she wanted to do was slap the hell out of Trish but knew that because of the baby she couldn't.
Brock walked into the other room and talked to Trish quietly and gave her the keys to the Hummer.
He came back into the kitchen, "we need to talk."
**Well, let me know what everyone thinks, any suggestions, let me know**
