There's trouble in paradise...what's gonna happen? ;) Enjoy!! :)
Eric's POV-
The hours passed and eventually the day turned to night. Ever since Alex answered Britta's phone I hadn't been able to sleep. Just thought of them sleeping together made me sick. I couldn't believe she'd cheat on me. My head pounded as I dug deeper under the covers and slammed the pillow over my head. I'd barely left the room all day. There was no one I wanted to talk to. Nick tried to call me a few times and Sam and Tiffany cracked the door open periodically, but I had nothing to say. They didn't know what Britta did, but they'd find out eventually. She could tell them herself.
Finally drifting in and out of sleep, I closed my eyes and pretended everything was fine. I'd wake up tomorrow and it'd all be a dream. Yeah, that was it. I had caught Britta's night terrors and this was all a dream. Oh who was I kidding, you can't catch night terrors.
A rage of anger sent down my body and I threw the pillow against at the door. The pillow dropped to the floor and the door slightly shook. Hawke slightly whined and I craned my neck to see if he was okay. I might not have my wife, but I at least still had my son. No one could take that away from me.
Soon the door cracked open and Tiffany stuck her head in. "Eric…"
"What?" I barked, not bothering to lift my head from the mattress.
"Are you going to leave this room at all today?" she asked. She stepped in and closed the door. I rolled my eyes behind my closed lids and sighed. "No, I'm not."
"Eric, you've been sitting in here all day, you need to get some fresh air," Tiffany replied.
"Fuck fresh air," I retorted, "fuck everything."
"Okay emo boy," Tiffany nudged my shoulder, "what is going on?"
"Nothing is going on! I just don't want fucking company…"
"Company? Eric, news flash you're in MY house."
"This is Sam's house," I corrected her.
Tiffany chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed, "dumbass, I live here too."
"Whatever," I grumbled.
"Seriously though, what bit you in the ass?" she asked, tapping my back.
"Just go. The Fuck. Away!"
"Fine, whatever Eric!" Tiffany hopped off the bed, "you might want to hide in your room all day, but your son doesn't. I'm taking him out. I'll call you, maybe."
"Whatever!" I shouted. Plucking Hawke out of his crib, Tiffany grabbed his diaper bag and headed for the door. "And by the way Eric, Britta would never do anything to hurt if this is what this is about. She loves you a lot. I'm her sister, I know these things. Have a little faith in her."
"Tiffany, just leave."
She closed the door and I punched the mattress. Well, now I didn't even have my son.
Britta's POV-
My head and my heart were pounding at the same speed as I awoke in the hotel room. Alex lay next to me, peacefully sleeping above the covers. I turned on my side and gently rubbed his shoulder. His eyes batted awake and as he realized where he was he shot up.
"You uh, you alright?" he asked me. He lifted his arms into a stretch and yawned. Falling back down against the bed, we lay face to face and I tried to speak. My throat burned but I managed an "I'm okay." Alex nodded and slowly began to close his eyes again.
"Alex…" I faintly called.
"Um, yeah." He replied, his eyes still tightly shut.
"Than…" My esophagus bubbled and I shot up and raced to the garbage can. Burning liquid poured out of me as I tried to breathe. Alex ran to the bathroom and wet a washcloth. Laying his hand on my back, Alex pulled my hair back and handed me the cloth.
"We should get you checked out okay?" He brought me my shoes and grabbed his keys off the table. We made our way to the lobby and out to the parking lot. I slumped into Alex's car and watched as the world began to spin. I thought sleep would help the drug wear off, but I guess not.
Alex raced me to the hospital and helped me through the revolving doors. It wasn't long until I was in to see the doctor and he introduced himself as "Dr. McKenzie."
"Good morning Britta," he held out his hand and I limply shook it. "How are you feeling?"
"I don't feel anything," I replied, drawing my hand back and letting it slump to my side.
"She went to a club last night," Alex explained, "I think someone slipped something in her drink. She hasn't been feeling well since about 11 last night. That's when she called me at least."
"Thank you," Dr. McKenzie shook his head, "and you are her husband?"
"No, just a friend," Alex corrected him, "her husband's in Boston."
The thought of Eric made my head pound harder. I didn't even want to imagine what he was thinking right now. Alex had answered my phone last night and told him I was sleeping next to him. Just fucking great. He was probably freaking out. Whatever, I'd call him later and explain everything. He had no reason to not trust me, I hoped he knew that.
"Well," Dr McKenzie looked down at my chart, "We'll test you for anything that could be in your system, but I have to ask a few questions first."
"That's fine," I replied, struggling to keep my eyes open.
"Have you been under the influence of any drugs, other than the one that was potentially put in your drink last night, lately?"
"No, no way. I don't do drugs."
"Good, good" he nodded and scribbled something down.
"How about alcohol?"
"I gave up drinking a little while ago," I explained, "Yesterday was the first time I drank since I turned 21."
"And when was that?" the doctor asked.
"July 3rd," I replied.
"Okay," he tucked his clipboard under his arm, "Now Britta, is there any chance you're pregnant?"
I laughed at the thought, "no doctor. See I don't know if you heard me right, I'm married. Married people don't have sex."
Dr. McKenzie chuckled and turned for the door, "Alright, I'll be back to give you your test. Hang tight until then."
Alex slid up on the table next to me and grabbed my hand. "You're gonna be alright." He sighed and adjusted his sweat pants.
"You didn't have to do this," I replied, "you didn't have to take care of me."
"That's what I'm here for," Alex laughed, "today it's drugs, tomorrow it's your husband."
I rolled my eyes and hopped off the table, "Be quiet about my husband. I'm going pee. Don't come in unless I'm screaming."
"But what if you fall and hit your head and therefore cannot scream?" Alex smirked.
"Still, don't come in."
"Fine, I'll just let you die then."
"Maybe you will!" I stuck my tongue out and slammed the door. Today was going to be a long day, I could tell.
Eric's POV-
Hawke was gone and time was wasting away. It wasn't fair that I had to sit in this dumb room and sulk while Britta was out having the time of her life. She was probably at some fancy restaurant right now, drinking with Alex, kissing Alex…fuck them both. I climbed out of bed and stomped over to the closet. Pulling out a shirt and a crumpled pair of jeans on the floor, I threw them on and left the room. If Britta was going to go out and have fun, so was I.
"I'm taking your car." I grabbed Jesse's keys off the counter and took off for the door.
"Okay…?" Jesse replied before I shut the door behind me. The September weather hit me in the face as I marched down the steps. Clicking unlock on the remote, I hopped in Jesse's Honda and backed out of the driveway.
Nick had taken me to this bar on 25th street that served beer ice cold and wings spicy hott. I had a few bucks to blow. I figured I go and have a drink to ease my nerves a little. Britta and I had kinda given up drinking, but Britta wasn't here. She obviously stopped caring about me, so I stopped caring about her.
The bar was the only fluorescent light on the street and I pulled in and parked. The car beeped as I hot unlock and jogged for the door. I hated the cold; I wanted to go back to Arizona where it was probably 75 degrees right now. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. A few obvious regulars gave me a glance as I stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink. The tender sauntered away and I watched as her hips swiveled. She bent over to get my glass and her shirt puckered up revealing a tramp stamp of a tiger crawling up her back. She returned to my side of the bar and ran the tab.
"You new in town?" she asked, "never seen you around here before."
"I guess you could say that," I replied.
"Where you from?" she asked, pouring herself a shot.
"Arizona," I replied.
"My best, well, ex-best friend moved to Arizona a few years ago, heard it's a nice place."
"Yeah it's pretty nice," I agreed, "why are they your ex-best friend?"
"High school shit…" she rolled her eyes, "she was going off to college and was planning to break up with her boyfriend. I made it a little easier is all…"
"You slept with him?" I asked, taking a long sip.
"Maybe…" she winked, "but anyway, that's old news. So where you from in Arizona?"
"Chandler, born and raised." I replied.
"Alright, Chandler. What brought you to Boston?"
"My friend Nick lives here and my uh…just friends of friends."
"Sounds fun," she bit her bottom lip and widened her eyes, "so Chandler, why are you in my bar?"
"I have to have a reason to be here?" I asked, a smile creeping across my face.
"Well, let's see. You're alone, drinking a Miller Lite, wearing jeans you obviously wore yesterday, and trying to hide the fact that you're wearing a ring."
I looked down at my left hand and pulled it from under my other my right. How did she know I was wearing a ring? I wasn't trying to hide it…was I?
"My wife, she left me last year. I uh, haven't had the heart to take it off yet."
"Aw, I'm sorry Chandler. Why'd she leave ya?"
"She realized she was gay, left me for a chick."
"Well," she chuckled, "at least you were the last man to satisfy her…"
"Oh that makes it so much better…"
The giggled and grabbed my hand, "I'm not really good at this, but uh, I'm just saying…you should probably take off the ring buddy. You're far too cute to be walking around fooling girls into thinking you're married."
"Fine," I sighed. I pulled the ring off and dropped it into her empty shot glass. "Happy?"
"Very much so," she smirked and turned away from the bar. My heart sank as I watched her walk away with my ring. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and quickly pulled it out. Britta was calling. She wanted to talk now! I called her four times yesterday and she never wanted to talk. It was too late now, love. Sorry! I hit ignore and shoved the phone back into my pocket.
I yo-yoed my drink between my hands as the tender returned to my side of the bar. "I uh, never got your name" I reminded her.
"Oh right," she giggled, "Name's Leanne."
"Well it's nice to meet you Leanne," I stuck out my hand, "it's been nice getting to know you."
"You barely know anything about me," she chuckled.
I blushed as she leaned over the bar, "stick around here for about another 45 minutes and you can really get to know me." She winkled and strutted away from the bar.
"Uh, Leanne!" I called after her, "another beer please."
"Whatever you want, Chandler."
Britta's POV-
Dr. McKenzie returned to the room with my chart in his hand and sighed.
"Dr," I lightly emitted, "you look like something's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong," he shook his head, "you came back positive for MDMA which is the common chemical in Ecstasy."
Well thanks Doc, I already knew that.
"Oh my god," I fake gasped, "someone must have slipped it in my drink!"
"Well thankfully, it was a very low dose and you should be fine."
"That's great!" I exclaimed, hopping off the table, "you know what Doc; I feel better already!"
"Britta, you may want to sit back down," he replied, his face completely serious.
He sat down on the stool and placed the clip board back on the counter. I hopped back on the bed and smoothed out my gown. "Doctor, is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," he sighed, "you're perfectly fine, but…"
"No, no. No buts…buts are never good."
"Well, I hope this but is good," Dr. McKenzie replied.
"What do you mean, you just said 'everything's fine but…' everything's fine but…means, everything's fine but you have cancer or everything's fine but your arms going to fall off."
"Britta," the doctor chuckled, "you don't have cancer and your arms are perfectly fine."
"Then what's the but!" I exclaimed.
"Britta," the doctor looked up at me with his shining blue eyes, "you're pregnant."
OH MY FUCK.
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