Mac Taylor was a man known for always having the last word in a conversation or in an argument, and he was also known as a man who knew what he wanted. Untill now all of that was true. But now, he didn't know what he wanted, and in his last conversation with Stella, he did not get the last word. Or to be honest, he did not get the last word in any argue or conversation with Stella. But that's the exeption that confirmes the rule.
That beautiful night for about six weeks they had shared together, both of them had given everyting they had to one another. That night nothing else mattered but them, he'd given her all his love, trust and soul.
But that was what scared him the most, what he was able to give to her, things he found deep inside of him that he'd never knew existed before. He'd given Stella so much more of everything that he hadn't been able to give to Peyton, nor even Claire.
It scared the hell out of him.
When he lay there in her bed, listening to her soft snoring. To see her sleeping beside her was pure pleasure. But somehow he knew that those feelings he felt right now, he would not be feeling tomorrow morning.
Regret, and angst was what he would most likely feel. He had slept with his best friend. The only one in the world who understood him, who knew how to make his life better when he was down low. It was a big mistake, he was jeopardizing his friendship with her just for one night. For one night of glowing passion he'd never experienced before.
Mac knew he would lose her, ever since that night he'd been avoiding her. Didn't speak to her, tried his best to shut her out. He wanted to ignore the fact that they had spent the night together, sometimes if you ignore someting long enough – sometimes, or very very seldom, the problem you ignored was about to be solved by someone else, or the problem just decided to go away. He hoped this was the case here. But deep inside he knew that he had to deal with it, like a grown up man. This problem or whatever you want to call it would not go away that easily.
He knew it was a stupid thing to do, but this time he had a choice. To leave or be the one who were left behind. Left with all the broken feelings and sleepless nights. He did not want to go back to be that man who he became when Peyton left him.
When Peyton left him, every piece of him scattered all around. His world came crashing down, and he wondered why everytime he opened up to someone that person disappeared.
Stella could not disappear from him, he needed her more than ever. He needed her with him, all the time.
Four small pink boxes were lined up at the bathtub edge, one after one. All of them were opened, and the small stick inside were taken out. They were threwn in the zink, but the fourth one were still in her hand. Stella could no longer feel the cold of the tiles on the bathroom floor. She'd sat on the floor too long to feel the coldness embracing her leg and back. All the brunette could think about was the stick in her hand showing a small plus sign. She was pregnant. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, she wiped away droplets of perspiration that had begun to form on her forehead with a shaky hand. So this was actually true. She was pregnant.
It was a short chapter, but I had to update. Thanks for reading! /MajaE