Disclaimer: I own nobody but Haylie and Aiden...it's a shame because i would kill to own Randy...sigh
Author's Note: Sorry about the wait...kind of had no ideas but I finally forced myself to sit down and work on it. Plus college life has got to me a litte. I love FOOTBALL games. Go K-State! Go Cats! Haha...well Read and Review please and thanks!
I stayed in the room for about 20 minutes before the nurse told me I would have to wait outside while they ran some more tests. I listened and walked out to where Bob was standing. He had a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting down next to him.
"Randy's coming," He said.
"What?" I said.
"I didn't tell him that you were here or anything, he just thinks something happened to me, he wouldn't let me tell him that I was fine," Bob explained as Randy walked up.
"Haylie, dad, what are you doing here?" Randy asked.
"Randy, son, I tried to tell you on the phone that I was fine and that I was here for a friend," his dad explained.
"You're here for Haylie? But Haylie's fine I saw her at the grocery store until she ran out in a hurry," Randy said all confused.
"I'll let you two talk," his dad said and got up and walked away.
I looked at Randy and bit my bottom lip and walked over to the glass and looked at Aiden and a couple more tears slipped down my face. That little boy that was lying in there was my life and I didn't know how I was going to live if he didn't pull through.
Randy walked up beside me and looked in and saw his son that he didn't know about. I didn't offer telling him either. I didn't want him to know.
"Is that your nephew?" he asked.
God, he could be so stupid. Aiden is the exact replica of Randy except for the nose and Randy still couldn't figure it out.
"No, it's my son," I said, coldly.
"I didn't know you had a son," he said.
"I bet you didn't," I said, keeping the cold tone in my voice.
"Why are you being all bitchy to me?" he asked.
"Because you are so stupid, Randy," I said, turning to face him.
"How am I stupid, Haylie?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You just are! I can't believe you can be so blind and yet still have the nerve to show up here, uninvited," I said.
"I'm sorry but I had thought somebody important was in the hospital," he spat at me and tears welled up in my eyes.
I pushed him away and hard. I could barely stand to look at him.
"Go away," I muttered, trying not to cry as I didn't want Randy to see me crying.
"Haylie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," he said, softly and he tried to pull me into a hug but I shoved him away.
"You don't understand," I said loudly as tears managed to slip down my face.
"What don't I understand?" he asked.
"Everything!" I shouted.
"I would understand if you would tell me, Haylie!" he shouted back.
"I can't tell you because then you'll feel sorry for me," I shouted.
"Haylie, I could never feel sorry for you, you're strong," he said.
"I'm not telling you so just go away," I said, softly as I sat down with my back against the wall.
"I'm not leaving, I was your best friend once, Haylie, I know you—well I knew you better than anybody else did," he said sitting down next to me.
"A best friend doesn't tell his other friends that he fucked the cheerleader," I spat at him.
I looked at him and saw his eyes widen. He never knew that I knew what he said about me or about that night and how damn good I was in bed.
"Haylie, I didn't mean what I said, it was guy talk, they wouldn't let me keep it to myself," he said.
"How'd they know you even had sex?" I snapped at him.
"I had a smirk on my face, I always do after I have sex; especially if it was good," he said, running a hand through his hair.
I looked at him, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. I decided he was. He never looked me in the eyes when he was; especially if he was feeling guilty.
"Okay, Randy," I said.
He pulled me into him, hugging me. I let my head rest on top of his shoulders as a couple more tears spilled down my face.
"Who's his father?" he asked, looking down at me.
I froze and looked up into his eyes. I closed my eyes. I hoped I wasn't going to regret this later.
"You," I said.