A/N:Sorry this took so long, I don't know why I was putting off posting this chapter. The next one is done as well and will be posted sooner than this was. Enjoy!
The next time I saw Billy we were at the diner getting dinner after I got off work one night. He seemed tense about something and I figured, though I didn't bring it up it had something to do with the money he owed Bones. Since hearing that morning about the money he owed him I never even considered bringing it up to Billy. He was stressed enough, me knowing more about that part of his life would only cause added stress.
And while I was left to consider whether or not this relationship was worth carrying on I was reminded of something the moment I saw him sitting outside of his car waiting for me outside my job. I love him. I'm so madly in love with him that when I saw him I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him when we kissed hello and tell him that I loved him.
With his arms around my waist he gave me a funny look and asked why I said it, to which I simply shrugged before letting him go and walking around to the passenger side of the car. From then on I tried my best to distract him from the stress I could see he was feeling. But he was damn near inconsolable.
As I picked over my chicken tenders and fries, having no appetite for it, tired from my day and trying to get Billy out of his head I start to drift off to sleep.
"C'mon, I'll take ya home." Billy says gruffly interrupting my daze.
At the same moment one of the waitresses walked by with mozzarella sticks. The disgusting smell of the fried cheese wafts into my nose and I cover it immediately.
"That fucking stinks…Jesus."
Billy snorts and stands up, throwing some cash on the table for the food we'd both barely eaten. I don't move as the smell of the food does something untoward to my stomach. I fight the urge to throw up with all the strength I had.
"What's wrong?" Billy asks standing right over me.
I close my eyes and shake my head, "I feel sick."
"Ya not gonna throw up are ya?"
I roll my eyes at him for saying the absolute worst thing. Closing my eyes I drop my head on the table and take several deep breaths.
"Fuck, fuck." I groan as my stomach churns.
"Yea, c'mon I'm takin' ya home."
Closing my eyes tightly I wait a few more seconds for the churning to stop. Once it does I sit up and lean my head back against the seat.
"Ya'aright?" Billy asks putting the back of his hand on my cheek. I take a deep breath and stare at him.
"Not really, do I feel hot?"
He moves his hand to my forehead, "I dunno, maybe. C'mon let's get ya home."
He grasps my hand and helps me from the booth. In his car I notice he takes extra care to drive slow, not making his usual sharp turns and pedal to the metal speed habits. When we get to my building he gets out of the car when I do.
"What are you doing?" I ask walking around to the sidewalk.
"Walkin' ya up, ya look like ya about to pass out."
He might have been right I was far from okay.
"It's fine, I can get there by myself."
He rolls his eyes at me and follows behind me as we walk up to my building.
"Really Billy, I'm fine."
"Can it Reese." He retorts.
I sigh and let him walk me up to my floor. At the door he waits for me to unlock it before reaching over to peck my lips. I kiss him back and we both lean away.
"Go see a doctor."
I nod, "I will."
He nods and kisses my lips again, "See ya t'morrow."
When he tries to walk away I pull him back and kiss him slower. He presses me against the door and dominates my mouth with his, hovering over me, his arm caging me in over my head.
"I love you." I say when our lips separate for a second, "I wish I could come home with you."
"Nah, ya should stay here, I go-"
"Got work." I say cutting him off.
He smirks, holding my face up with both hands to kiss me again.
"See ya in a few days a'right."
"Okay." I kiss him a few more times before we let each other go.
He walks to the steps and waits for me to go inside and lock the door before I hear his boots clunk back down. It was pretty late in the evening so my mother and Jase were both in bed. But I checked both their rooms either way. Seeing that her beside lamp was on I knock on the door lightly in case she was asleep.
"What?" She answers.
I let myself in, leaning against the wall beside the door as I asked how her day was. She regaled me with tails of her incompetent boss and how she could run that damn place better him.
"Ma, I think I may need to see the doctor," I sigh laying on the end of her bed as I did sometimes.
"Why? What's wrong? Come here," She pats the spot beside her and I crawl up to lay my head on her lap. Pressing the back of her hand to my forehead she sighs, "You're a little hot, how you feel?"
"Like crap, I almost threw up with B-I mean at work earlier. You think it could be a virus?"
She doesn't say anything but inhales deeply and sighs, "Fuck mija."
I sit up to look at her, "What?"
"You were nauseous all day?"
"No, just this evening."
"What about your breasts, they been sore?"
I feel them a little and realize they had been very sore these last few days.
"Yea a little."
"Jesus, what the fuck was the point of birth control if you didn't use it Reese!?" She suddenly yells sitting up a little and glaring down at me.
With furrowed brows I sit up as well and shake my head.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your breasts are sore, you're nauseous, when's the last time you got your period."
"Last month, I was supposed to start today but-fuck."
We both collapse on her bed with a loud sigh. For several long minutes she doesn't say anything and neither do I. That is until it hits me that I could be carrying a baby. Not just any child, a Darley. I don't even know if I want kids, I'm actually positive that I don't. Not in this day and age and certainly not in this damn town. And the proverbial house sinks further, another reason this place should be nothing but a memory in my rearview. I could see it now, just mentioning the idea of a kid to him and him in return not so kindly rescinding his invitation of being his girlfriend. That part I think I could handle more than the fact of raising a child on my own. Becoming my mother.
"I'll make an appointment for you on Monday, you're off work right?"
I nod, still stunned silent.
"You can come in with me and I'll do it myself."
Pros to being the daughter of a nurse, we get free health coverage. Including, if ever the need for an accurate pregnancy test on the spot. I roll over and bury my face in my mother's stomach like I did as a child. She puts her hands on my back when I groan.
"I can't have a baby, ma."
"If you can lay down to make one you can." She retorts now smoothing her fingers through my hair.
My mother lets me stay there with her through the night, holding me in her arms until we fell asleep.