We got up and arranged to meet the Girls at the restaurant around the corner. We hardly went out to restaurants with the gang very much anymore, and I thought it would make a change. Of course we still couldn't go out with the paparazzi not finding out and following us, but that didn't bother me.
Because I was too concerned about the Guy holding my hand, always questioning why he was even with me in the first place. It still didn't make too much sense to me as to why he had even wanted to marry me; silly, I know.
I mean what other reason would he want to marry me besides the fact that he clearly loved me, but I still couldn't get over the shock of it, to know that. Someone like him compared to me. I was being silly again.
And there was also the pregnancy that I had to tell everyone. I knew that Rachael was dying to tell the Girls about my pregnancy, so I knew that I should probably do it before she let it out by accident.
I didn't want anything more going wrong or getting me stressed, because the truth was; I was absolutely dying to tell the Girls too. Because I had never felt as happy as I was with Rob, which made me even more sure about this baby.
We walked to a restaurant around the corner from our house, and met the gang there. It was a nice restaurant; cosy even, and yet we had never even been here. It served Italian style food, and had lots of vegetarian options on the menu.
It was virtually impossible for us all to ignore the paparazzi all crowded outside the restaurant, waiting for me and Rob to appear, but I just ignored them as usual, and kept my head down like how Rob insisted, and followed him into the restaurant; my hand still in his.
We managed to get a big table, with a white tablecloth on it, which happened to be overlooking Los Angeles beautiful skyline. You could see everything, and it kinda reminded me of Las Vegas, when I went there on my holiday. Twice.
It also reminded me of something that you saw in books, of New York city. It looked absolutely beautiful at night-time, with the lights of the tall buildings all lit up, and more obvious in the dark of the evening.
It was still very hot in LA even though it was the evening, so I had put on a strapless, white dresses filled with pretty blue flowers, with a black belt around the middle to match the small, black patterns in the dress too.
I had put on some black high heels to match, and Rob was wearing one of his nice, blue shirts that I liked on him, with casual, blue jeans. He always rocked that look, and even his hair was spiked up more neatly than usual for him.
''This is a very beautiful view.'' I said casually as we all looked out of the window to the side of our table to take in the beauty of LA.
''It really is, isn't it?'' Rachael agreed with a happy sigh as she gently patted her large belly bump. ''Even baby agrees.'' She added, making me smile in response. I knew that that must meant that the Baby was kicking her again.
''Is the baby kicking again then?'' I asked her. She grinned in response, and nodded her head as she continued to pat her round baby bump.
''Baby must be hungry again; my stomach has rumbling for the last hour and a half.'' She explained to me. I smiled humorously at her, enjoying how happy she looked. ''Which makes me ask; are we ordering and like now please…because I am starving.'' She admitted, making me laugh.
''Fair enough.'' Tasha replied with an easy roll of her eyes. We all looked to the menu then and I ordered a vegetarian pasta, which sounded yummy. After we eat a dinner, it was then that I decided to tell the Girls about my pregnancy, before pudding, and ultimately…before I chickened out of it.
''Girls…there's something that I wanted to admit to you. Well…'' I added, holding Rob's hand in mine after he reached for me again. ''Something that we both wanted to share with you.'' I added, because it was true.
Tasha was looking at me like I had lost my mind, which was kinda scaring me. ''You two…are okay right?'' She asked me anxiously.
''Yeah, of course!'' I told her, shocked that she thought it was that.
''Oh thank god…so I take it by the…champagne, that its good news then?'' She asked, scanning the six bottles of champagne lying on the table. I had a feeling by the confused look on her face that she had realized that the champagne was all non-alcoholic.
''Yeah er…its all non alcoholic for a reason.'' I spelled it out for her, and I realized that she had already guessed my pregnancy when she looked up at me with shocked eyes. Because I imagined that all of the pieces fixed together for her now; with me not having any alcohol. Because I was pregnant.
''Well…me and Rob wanted to tell you Guys first that-''
''OH MY GODS, THIS IS LIKE….THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE….EVER.'' I looked round instantly, gasping in shock at the familiarity of that voice. I knew that voice from anywhere; that New York accent…
''Oh my god; Michael!'' I gasped again in shock. And it wasn't because it was Michael this time; it was because of the state of Michael. Oh my god…what had he done to himself exactly? He looked awful!
His face and hair was still the same, his beard was a little more ragged than what it used to be, but his clothes…god. He was wearing a scruffy looking white shirt, with even baggier jeans, and it appeared as though he hadn't been eating properly.
He looked like a tramp compared to all of the other people in this restaurant; with all nice dressed up clothes, and dresses like me. He was on his own, stumbling into the restaurant drunkenly, with a bottle of beer in his hand.
And once he noticed me, I felt my cheeks flare up n embarrassment as he grinned at me. ''Charlie…well…well…well…fancy seeing you here!'' He stated drunkenly, stumbling over to us.
''It can be just like old times…me…you…and er….them mates of yours.'' Michael continued, whilst we sat watching him with wide, shocked eyes. ''Ah, I've missed you baby.'' He added; making an even bigger hole for himself.
I looked to see Rob, watching Michael in utter shock as his face began to gain some color after it had paled in shock so much. And I knew that for everyone else, that might looked like a good sign.
But not for me. I knew that this meant he was mad, and that it wasn't going to be in roughly about 2.5 seconds until he lost it completely. And as he swallowed hard, I knew it was coming just about now…
''I think you should leave mate, before I do something I regret.'' I was right about losing it. Rob was up from his chair, and was standing in front of Michael, partially blocking Michael's face from me as Rob warned him, telling him where to go. And rightly too.
''Still a fucking idiot, I see.'' Michael laughed drunkenly, even though he was the one that was really doing that himself. I hid my face between my hands, embarrassed about what I knew was going to kick off at any second now, if Michael didn't shut the hell up.
''You have two seconds to get out of this restaurant.'' Rob warned him, sounding every bit as pissed off as he had every right to be. After all, Michael couldn't come back in our lives like nothing had happened.
Mine and Michael's relationship had been over for a year, and if he was just here to stir up rubbish; I was not interested.
''Or what, dickhead-Okay, okay, I'm going!'' Michal retreated after Rob lost his temper and tried pushing him out of to the door.
''I just want to talk to Charlie first, and then I'll go.'' Michael added as Rob tried walking him out of the restaurant, even though Michael was making it increasingly difficult in leaving.
''No fucking way.'' Rob spelled it out for him.
''Jeez, and you complained about me being controlling.'' Rob lost it then, shoving him out of the door. I knew that if I stayed here it wasn't likely that things would stay in control, so as Kellan got up to go and make sure things were okay, I got up too.
''Charlie, you stay here.'' Kellan told me, but I shook my head.
''No way. I'm going if you're going.'' I warned him. He rolled his eyes and frowned and I knew that he was about to complain.
''I think Charlie should go with you. Rachael cant go because she's already absolutely livid with Michael.'' Tasha explained, and we both looked round to see Rachael being held back to the chair by Tasha and Jackson, looking absolutely livid.
''You wait until I get my hands on him. How dare he think that he can fucking storm back in here and give Charlie all the fucking charm!'' Rachael shouted furiously.
''Rachael calm down, you don't need to be stressing about this.''
''Tasha's right Rachael. You have you and the baby to think about. Just calm down, please.'' Jackson begged her.
She did it, but she still looked absolutely livid. ''Just leave it to Kellan and Charlie to sort out.'' Tasha told her, and Rachael forced a nod in response and sat back down properly in her chair, calming a panicked Jackson down now too.
I followed Kellan out of the restaurant then, to see that Michael had shoved Rob away from him; his hand flying out to hit Rob.
''I don't fucking think so!'' Kellan ran over and had Michael's hands in a lock behind his back, before Michael could even reach Rob. ''You ever try and hit my friend again, that will be the last punch you'll be trying to make!'' Kellan warned him furiously.
I walked over to go and comfort Rob and gasped in horror. ''Oh my fucking god…did he hit you?'' I demanded in shock.
Rob's nose was streaming with blood from a good punch and a half, and his right eye looked like it was swelling; telling me that it wasn't the only punch that Michael had made either. He looked a complete nightmare, and it looked fucking painful.
''You little fucker!'' I heard Kellan shout behind me, and I looked round to see Kellan's fist raised in the air.
''NO, STOP!'' I demanded, stopping Kellan from punching him. ''That's what he wants. He wants you to hit him, and I can probably guess why. He wants to cause trouble for us, for Rob, and if you hit him; he'll probably only lie and say that Rob did it.''
It was true. It was just like what Michael would do. It had Michael written all over it in fact. I so didn't want that to happen. Kellan sighed, and dropped Michael. ''You better fucking get out of here pal, before I do something that I-''
''-No way. I want to talk to Charlie.'' Michael interrupted him, sounding sober now. He walked up to me and Rob, and smiled at me smugly. ''Alone.'' He added. I looked to Rob to see him glaring at Michael.
''So you want to talk to my Wife, after you smacked me in the fucking face? I don't think so.'' Rob shouted at him, stepping in front of me.
''Oh hell no…WIFE?!'' I heard Michael shout in shock. ''God, you two have been together for fucking less than a year. You'll be saying you got her knocked up next.'' My eyes instantly looked down to my flat belly, my hand pressing against it protectively at the way Michael badly described this.
''Oh my fucking god, you bastard! You two have actually….fuck, I don't even want to think about it!'' I looked up in time to see that Michael had caught me rubbing my stomach through my dress, and my eyes instantly widened in shock.
As did Kellan's eyes, who was looking from me to my baby bump. Fucking great, so he had guessed about my pregnancy too.
''I swear to god Michael, you better fucking get out of here or I swear to god-''
''-Don't worry buddy, I'm fucking going. I wouldn't have ever fucking came back here if I'd known what you two were fucking getting up too!'' I refused to let Michael stress me out, and I refused to say something that would shut him up.
Michael left then, leaving nothing but bad words between us. So Kellan knew that I was pregnant now, which meant that I would have to go back in there and tell them now, because no disrespect to Kellan but I knew that he wouldn't have been able to keep this to himself.
''So…its true…you're actually pregnant.'' Kellan confirmed, still in shock. ''I'm happy for you, of course I am…but…why didn't you tell us?'' he asked us confused.
''I was going to tell you tonight, that's why. Can you go back into the restaurant so that I can speak to Rob for a minute please…and please…don't say anything yet.'' I begged him desperately. I wanted the Girls to find out from me.
He nodded, and went back into the restaurant, leaving me and Rob alone. I turned round to look at Rob properly, ad noticed how bad his face was. There was blood on his blue shirt, and his right eye truly did look like it had swelled a lot.
He looked like he was in a hell of a lot of pain, and due to the fact, I felt guilty as hell. The overwhelming urge to look after him was there, with me as usual.
I reached out my hand hesitantly, with him watching me the whole time, and gently ran my hand right across his left cheek. He winched slightly as my hand lingered on his face, coming across his nose and eye, and I noticed.
''That hurts, doesn't it?'' I guessed because I knew that I was right. He shook his head, but as I gently ran my hand over the lightening bruise on his right eye; he grimaced again, backing my claim up.
''That hurts.'' I stated, not a question anymore. ''Why didn't you just knock him out for? That's what most Men would have done, right?'' I questioned, because I imagined that it was true. Michael had been asking for it too.
''Would it have made you unhappy if I punched him?'' He questioned me. I didn't like to reply the truth, because it probably would have made me unhappy, so I lowered my gaze to the floor guiltily.
''So yes then.'' Rob added smugly. ''To answer that question; I didn't want to make you unhappy.'' he added, making me feel very guilty. I frowned at the floor in response, and sighed heavily.
''You shouldn't have thought about me. Not after what he did to you.''
''I didn't want you getting any more stressed than I knew that you was-''
''-Well what did you expect after he hit you!'' He raised his eyebrows in response to my anger, making me huff in response. ''I cant believe that you let him hit you. I mean how stupid are you; did you want him to cause any more damage-''
''-I'm fine.'' He interrupted my panicking, and I huffed again in response.
''Yeah, you're fine alright. You have a bruised eye, and that nose is bleeding heavily-''
''-Charlie, please. I'd be happier if you wasn't so stressed out.''
''And I'd be happier if my Husband wasn't so fucking beaten up, but-''
''-I'm fine, please forget it! I don't want you getting stressed about this…otherwise he's won, hasn't he?''
''But…look at you.'' The pain in my evidence was obvious as I stroked his cheek gently, and I felt a tear slip from my eyes, failing me. I hated seeing him like this, knowing that it was my fault too.
''I'll get cleaned up properly when I go home…I'm fine.'' He promised me, lowering his head to kiss me.
I kissed him back for a minute before pulling away and following him back into the restaurant to face the others as a team…hand in hand.
We sat down at the table together, answering the Girls fuming questions about Rob's face. Rachael was absolutely livid as expected, but she just had to calm down, especially with Jackson next to her.
''I think I should tell you what I was going to say before…Michael came in.'' I started hesitantly. ''Well…we wanted to tell you that…I'm pregnant.'' I admitted watching the Girls shocked faces take it in.
Aston didn't know where to look either. He was looking from my flat belly and to my face in shock, making me smile.
''And I couldn't be more happy about it either. And nothing that Michael will do is going to change that.'' I promised them, still grinning happily. I watched as Tasha wiped a tear from her eyes, making me roll my eyes.
''Oh, I'm so happy for you guys!'' She exclaimed, as all the Girls got up and hugged me, making me laugh.
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