Chapter Four
Martin saw her cleaning out her locker. Ruthie still hadn't talked to him, not that he blamed her. It hurt him to now that he wouldn't see her every day; that he was going to have to help take care of his son, Aaron, rather than try and win her back. Not that he could. No matter how hard he tried she barely even looked to him. She was avoiding him like the plague, and it killed him.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't notice that she had walked right up to him.
"Hello, Martin," Ruthie said, her voice bringing his eyes to meet her's for the first time in over a month. He saw so much pain in those beautiful brown eyes that he just wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms but he knew that if he did it would just set them back and he wasn't sure he could go another day without hearing her voice.
Ruthie wasn't sure how she was going to tell him. He hadn't given up on her, and yet she still couldn't even look his way. Sandy had given birth to their son last week. Everyone, except her, had been at the hospital; that was when she called Mary. Mary wasn't pleased with her to say the least and she wasn't thrilled to keep something this big from their parents, but Mary could see where Ruthie was coming from; their parents would be upset, to say the least, if they found out and Ruthie always kept her secrets safe, it was her turn to return the favor.
She had just shut her locker when she saw him. Martin was looking her way but it was obvious that he was lost in thought. She knew that it would be her last chance to tell him. Her plane left tomorrow morning. She could just call him once she landed in Chicago or even just leave a letter for him to find when he tried to get her to talk to him the next morning, but in her heart she knew she had to tell him in person. He deserved that much, he hadn't let her find out in a way that would hurt her even more than she already was and she had to do the same. So she made her way over to him, her heart racing more and more with each step.
He was still lost in his thoughts when she stopped in front of him.
"Hello, Martin," she said. His eyes met her's in an instant, relief flooding them. She almost stopped there, not wanting to hurt him even more. I have to do this, she thought to herself, I'm leaving to get over him. I can't do that here, not when I carrying his child. He'll understand. He doesn't want to see me in pain. If leaving helps me get passed this pain, he'll understand. "We have to talk. There's something I should tell you."