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After Mark left Derek to think about what he had said, Sarah decided it would be a good idea to remind him that it was Valentines Day.. Derek had totally forgotten and let it slip his mind. That was until she ended up in his apartment building. She stood on her tiptoes and grabbed the spare key from above the doorframe and unlocked it.. When she walked through the door, she found Derek sleeping on the the recliner in his livingroom. She smirked and straddled his lap. She kissed his neck and he jumped from the seat, sending her flying from his lap and onto the floor. "What are you doing here?" Derek spat.
"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'?" Sarah questioned, sounding hurt. "I'm your girlfriend. It's Valentine's Day."
"Why did you tell the press about Shawn?" Derek wasn't going to play games with her. He was never one to beat around the bush. He crossed his arms across his chest. "I know it was you. You're the only other person I talked to."
"You have no proof!" She felt trapped. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"That.. Was all the proof I needed." Derek scoffed, "You just told the entire country she was pregnant! not only was it none of your business, but you should have thought about how this would impact her… And this relationship!" Derek walked away from her and she followed him into the kitchen. "Did you even care about how I'm feeling about this! I havent spoken to her in months and then I find out she's pregnant!.. With my kid!
She picked up a plate and tossed it, watching as it hit the wall and shattered into a million pieces. "Why do you care anyways?! She kept that from you for 2 and a half months! She can't be trusted!" at that point she just wanted to make him mad. "Besides, she's twenty-one, in college and pregnant! are you sure some random frat boy isnt her baby daddy?"
"How dare you?" Derek shot her the coldest glare he could possibly send in her direction. "How dare you even think she would do something like that! She's not like you were in college!" they were both clearly trying to hurt each other. But neither was getting the upperhand. "This isn't a movie Sarah. This is my life now… and sadly, I don't see you in it anymore."
"Fine!" she stormed over to the living room and grabbed her purse. But before she left, she walked over to the wall with all his pictures of him and his friends. She looked for the picture of him and Shawn at the beach. That picture was very special to him, and it symbolized the relationship they had shared. "Good riddance." Pulling it from the wall, she slammed it onto the floor and the glass from the frame shattered on the wooden floor.
Derek looked completely destroyed as he watched her walk away leave. He picked up the scratched and wrinkled picture and sat on his couch. He stared at it and smiled when the happy memories floated back to him. It was then that he realized Shawn was one of the most important people in his life, other than his family.
Family….
In less than 7 months, he would be a father. He was getting what he'd wanted for a very long time. Albeit in a very unorthodox way, but it was happening. He just had to get Shawn to speak to him. He pulled out his phone and dialed cell phone number, but after a few rings, he got her voicemail. Suddenly he got an idea.
Shawn wiped her eyes and turned on the Tv. Her eyes widened when she saw her picture on the TV. She was shocked to see her stomach circled and the heading: Shawn Johnson pregnant? Her mouth fell open and her heart sank. "No, no, no… How did they- He didn't…" She was fuming and smoke came from her ears. She wanted to cry, throw something, or better yet, punch Derek in the throat. "Okay. That's a little violent, but it was him."
She turned off the T.V. and went to the kitchen to get her jar of peanut butter and oreos. She sat at the kitchen counter and binged while she skimmed twitter and instagram. Everyone was commenting on the currents new and she wanted to curl up into a ball and disintegrate.
Her mom hadnt come out of her room and Shawn was sure she was sleeping. She then wondered where her dad was, and why he wasn't with her mom. Signing, she remembered that it was Valentines Day, and of course she didn't have one. Instead, she was at odds with someone she missed more than she wanted to admit. As she scooped peanut butter onto her oreo, she heard a knock on the front door. She over dramatically groaned and dragged herself to the front door and looked through the peephole. It was Derek "What do you want?" Her mouth was still filled with food and she honestly didn't care.
"I want to talk to you." Derek said weakly from the other side of the door, "I'm sure you know that everyone is talking about us."
"Yeah. No thanks to you!" She slammed her hands on the door in hopes that it would scare him and make him leave her alone. She didn't want to talk to him.
"Can you please open the door?" he begged, hoping she would hear the sincerity in his voice.
"NO! Go away!" Shawn hit the door again and barged over to her couch and sat down. She refused to let him in her apartment. And she sure as hell wouldnt let him back into her heart.
"I'm not leaving until you open this door." he slid down the door and leaned against it. He refused to leave. He was trying to apologize. He was literally begging for forgiveness. He would camp outside of his door.
"Well I hope you brought blankets, because you'll be sleeping out there!" She yelled from her seat while she crossed her arms and swung her feet up on the couch.
"Fine! don't talk to me!" Derek picked himself up off the floor and dusted himself off. "I'm sorry. I should have told you how happy I was. I guess I was scared. Just, don't hate me forever."
Shawn immediately felt guilty. She walked over to the door and opened it. "Der, i dont ha-" He wasn't there anymore and she frowned. But a basket was in his place. It had a bouquet of red roses and a jar of peanut butter and oreos and a little card. "Melissa told me about the cravings. Happy Valentine's Day." Shawn smiled to herself as she picked up the basket and walked back into her apartment.
