Bridget walked into the club and looked around. Except for a few people the place was pretty much empty however it was still early in the day. By night the club would be filled with tons of people and music blaring. Bridget looked over at the bar and saw a red-haired female bartender she didn't recognize. Where is Daisy? wondered Bridget. She walked over to the bar and the woman looked up from cleaning the counter.
"Yes? Can I get you something?"
"No I'm fine. I was wondering if Daisy was around." said Bridget.
"Sorry she's not working today." replied the bartender. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"No that's okay. Thank you." Bridget answered. She turned from the bar and her eyes scanned the club for Deacon. She didn't see him anywhere but she wasn't expecting to. She didn't see his car parked in his private space and chances are he wasn't up in his private suite.
Sighing, Bridget walked out of the club and headed over to her car. She had tried calling Deacon's cell but there was no answer and when she tried his home number all she got was the machine and she was pretty sure he would most likely erase any message she tried to leave. Bridget even tried texting him but received no reply. Tapping her fingers on the steering wheel she got an idea. Starting the car up, she pulled out of the space and onto the main road. She hoped she remembered the way after all she had only been there once but Bridget was pretty familiar with Vegas having been there a few times before with her Aunt Donna for her birthday and also the time she and Toni went with Toni's cousin Rhonda instead of Florida for Spring Break. After about fifteen minutes of driving, Bridget spotted the high rise. Pulling over into a parking spot, she turned the car off and opened the door and stepped out. She walked over to the door where the doorman greeted her. "Hello." He said pleasantly.
"Hi. I'm here to see Brett and Daisy Mitchell."
"Oh yes I remember you. You were here about a month ago...Please go right in."
"Thank you." Bridget smiled as he held the door open for her.
She walked over to the elevator and got in. Pressing the button for the 7th floor. She waited hoping that they could at least tell her how Deacon was. She prayed he cooled off enough that she might be able to try and talk to him. The elevator door opened and she stepped out to the hall. She walked to to the last door at the end and pressed the buzzer. After a few minutes the door opened to reveal Brett wearing his trademark jeans and black t-shirt and bandanna. "Bridget." He said. "What are you doing here?"
"Hi Brett." She said meekly. "Is Daisy home?"
"Yeah she is." said Brett. He looked her over and noticed how sad she looked. He sensed there was more to the story then what Deacon had relayed to Daisy who filled him in as well. "But...um...I'm not sure that she's going to want to see you."
"Please." said Bridget almost on the verge of tears. "It's really important."
Brett sighed. He really did like Bridget a lot. He thought she was a sweet girl and he could tell that it wasn't in her nature to be malicious. "Okay." He said. "Come in." He held the door open for her and Bridget walked inside. The living room area was done in subtle shade of blue and gray. There was a huge plasma TV hanging on the wall. And there were a few pictures of Brett and his band, American Patriots. They were one of the most popular club bands in Vegas. They recorded a few CDs on their own. Brett had given one to Bridget and she loved it. A few record companies have offered them contracts but they weren't interested. Brett was happy with his motorcycle business. The band was just something that was done on the side for fun and they did make good money. Brett wasn't interested in giving anyone any part of the money he worked hard for. Once in a while Daisy would join him on a stage for a powerhouse duet. She too had an amazing voice. Everyone went crazy over their cover of the Lita Ford/Ozzy Osborne song "Close My Eyes Forever."
"Brett who was that at the..." Daisy stopped in mid-sentence when she saw Bridget sitting there on the light blue sofa. "I see..What are you doing here?" She asked sharply.
"I need to talk to you."
"Well I don't think I have anything to say to you so if you don't mind...please go. Go back to your boyfriend Jason. Deacon doesn't need you to use him again. You know it's funny how you mentioned to me about how you were worried about HIM using YOU for a one nighter when all along it was YOU who was doing the using."
"It wasn't like that.." Bridget tried to explain.
"The hell it wasn't."
"Daisy.." Brett said sternly. "Please...let her talk. Can't you tell she looks upset? Give her a break okay?"
Daisy sighed. "Okay. You're right." She went over and sat next to Bridget. "Alright...what's going on?"
Bridget wiped a tear from her eye. "Listen I know you probably hate me right now but I'm telling you I was not using Deacon. I love him. He means everything to me. I never meant to....I didn't mean to hurt him. You have to believe me."
Brett sat down on a chair adjacent to the sofa. "Bridget sweetheart we want to believe you...It's just that when Deacon told us that you were seeing this guy named Jason..."
"You don't understand." Bridget said. "Jason is NOT my boyfriend. I'm not really dating him. Yes I have gone out with him a few times but they weren't serious dates. I think of him as a friend and nothing more. I never...I never even slept with him. I haven't even let him kiss me."
"Have you said this to Deacon?" asked Brett gently.
"I tried but he...he wouldn't listen to me...He got angry and stormed out."
"Bridget." said Daisy carefully. "Have you told Jason about Deacon?"
She shook her head. "No. I haven't. To be honest I didn't tell anyone about Deacon. Well except for my friend Toni."
"Why didn't you?" asked Daisy. "Were you ashamed?"
"Of course not." Bridget said defensively. "I just didn't think anyone would understand. I don't do this sort of thing. I don't go around....but Deacon was...He means so much to me. I didn't want to have to explain it to anyone. Besides I didn't think it would work. He's here in Vegas and I'm in L.A. We come from two different worlds...I don't know...but that doesn't matter anymore."
"What changed?" questioned Daisy.
"Everything." Bridget said looking down at the grayish blue carpet.
"What do you mean?" asked Brett.
Bridget looked up at them both. "I'm pregnant."
"Bridget..." said Daisy putting her arms around her. She suddenly felt horrible for how she treated Bridget when she arrived. "Does Deacon know?" She asked letting go.
"No. He doesn't. I didn't get a chance to tell him. That's why I'm here. I was hoping...I don't know maybe you could tell me where he is. I tried calling him but...he doesn't answer."
Brett stood up. As much as he liked Deacon he had to admit he was a bit of a hard head and stubborn. Bridget was the best thing that ever happened to him and he wasn't going to let Deacon blow it.
"I think I know where he might be." said Brett. "Come on...I'll drive you over."
"Thank you." said Bridget as she stood up."I'm sorry for any trouble I caused..."
"Honey.." said Daisy. "I'm sorry that I was cross with you before. It's just that...well I've known Deacon for so long and I know how women use him...I guess I just got a little..."
"It's okay. I understand." smiled Bridget.
"Look you go talk to him and make him see that you love him." said Daisy. "And don't worry about what your family thinks."
"Well actually they know."
"They do?"
"Well my mom and my stepfather do. Actually Alex, my stepfather, had known for awhile. He had heard me talk about Deacon with my friend Toni. He never said anything to me. I told Mom about him before I came here."
"Does she know that you're pregnant?" asked Brett.
"Yes she does. So does Alex."
"What did she say?"
"She's happy for me and she hopes that I can convince Deacon that I love him."
"She sounds like a great lady." smiled Daisy. "I'd love to meet her sometime. And hey maybe I will..when you and Deacon get married..."
Bridget laughed. "Um...I think I need to tell him all this before any wedding plans are made."
Brett smiled. "Come on...Let's go."
"Good luck Bridget." Daisy called out after them.
Twenty minutes later, Brett pulled up to lovely purple house. Bridget looked and was confused.
"What's this place?"
"This is Deacon's aunt's house. She lets him use it whenever he wants."
"You think he's here?"
"I know he's here. This is where he goes when he doesn't want to deal with anyone or anything."
"Okay." said Bridget as she got out of the car. She started up the walkway when Brett stopped her.
"Hold on a second."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Let me handle this."
"But I..."
"Trust me." said Brett patting her arm. "Stay here in the car."
Bridget nodded watched him got up to the door. Brett rang the doorbell and a few seconds later it opened. "Hey man." greeted Brett.
"Hey." replied Deacon quietly. "What are you doing here?"
"Need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
Deacon shrugged and left the door open. Brett walked in and shut it behind him. He followed Deacon into the spacious living room where he saw the TV was on. There was a half-empty bottle of beer from the bar in the corner of the room sitting on the coffee table. Deacon didn't look good at all. He was wearing a pair of old ratty jeans and a faded purple flannel. Normally he always looked so polished.
"Look." said Brett picking up the remote control and turning the TV off. "I know you are feeling down about Bridget and I don't blame you."
"Gee thanks." said Deacon sarcastically as he picked up his beer and took a sip.
"Come on man...she loves you. Can't you at least talk to her?"
Deacon rolled his eyes. "There's nothing to talk about. She has a boyfriend. She had a boyfriend this whole time and used me for a one night stand just like they all do. Only this time she manipulated me into thinking she loved me when she didn't. I was just something for her to screw because apparently this jerk Jason isn't capable of handling the job."
Brett frowned. "You really believe that? That she was just using you?"
"What the hell else am I supposed to believe?"
"I don't know. But maybe you could give her a chance to talk instead of just storming out. Deacon, you know that you still love her."
"Yeah so?"
"So talk to her."
Deacon sighed. "Fine. I talk to her." He said reluctantly.
"Good." said Brett breathing a sigh of relief. "Because she's right outside."
"What?" said Deacon. "She's here?"
"Yes." replied Brett as he turned and walked outside to get Bridget.
Deacon waited a few minutes and soon Bridget was standing before him. Looking beautiful of course in a blue sundress that really accented her breasts and almost made his mouth water.
"I'll leave you two." said Brett as he turned and left.
"Deacon." said Bridget in a small voice.
"Bridget." He replied trying very hard NOT to have a hard on. "What do you want?" He asked walking back into the living room and sitting down. "You have a fight with your boyfriend and need to feel better?"
Bridget frowned. "Stop it." She snapped. "He's NOT my boyfriend."
"If you say so." Deacon said flicking the TV back on. Bridget marched over and snatched the remote out of his hand. She turned the TV off and threw the remote down. "Deacon will you please listen to me."
"I don't want to hear what you have to say. I don't care."
"You ARE going to listen to me." Bridget said sternly. "Jason is NOT my boyfriend. He never has been and never will be. I do NOT love him. He is a FRIEND and NOTHING more."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because it's the truth."
"You've gone out with him haven't you?"
"Yeah to a movie or dinner but that's it. Nothing romantic."
"Does he know that you don't "love" him?" retorted Deacon.
"Well." said Bridget sitting down. "I think the fact that I never slept with him and never let him even kiss me clues him in."
"You never let him kiss you? And you never had sex with him?"
"No." said Bridget shaking her head. "Never."
"I find that very hard to believe."
"Believe what you want." Bridget said angerly. "But that is the truth."
"Fine so he didn't kiss you or make love to you. That doesn't mean anything."
"It does to me." snapped Bridget.
"Tell me something Bridget." Deacon said. "How long have you been "not dating" this guy?"
Bridget was silent.
"Well..."
"I've known him for about a month or so."
"I see. Interesting...isn't that around the time that you and I...."
"Deacon." said an exasperated Bridget. "Stop it. If you would just listen..." Before she could finish her sentence a wave of nausea hit her. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Well there's one down the hall to your left...You okay?"
"Excuse me..." Bridget made a mad dash for the bathroom. Once inside she began to retch.
Deacon slowly walked down to the bathroom and stood outside the door. "Bridget." He said gently. "You okay?"
A minute or two later the door opened. "I'm okay." said Bridget. "I'm fine."
"You need anything?" asked a concerned Deacon. "Something to drink?"
"Iced tea would be nice."
"Coming right up." He said as he headed to the kitchen.
Bridget walked back to the living room and noticed a glass door that lead outside to a patio. She decided some fresh air would do her good. She opened the door and stepped outside. Deacon found her out there and handed her a glass of iced tea. "Thank you." said Bridget taking the glass.
"I put some mint in it. Help sooth your stomach."
"Thanks." She replied taking a sip.
"You okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Sorry about that. I guess I just got too worked up."
"I guess that's my fault." said Deacon suddenly feeling very bad about how he spoke to her. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"Look...why don't you lay down for awhile. You still look a little green."
"Actually that sounds good."
Deacon took her hand and lead her to the guest bedroom. He helped her into bed and put the covers over her. She closed her eyes and he placed a kiss on her temple. Shutting the door, he walked back to the living room. He hoped she wasn't catching anything. He never saw anyone get sick like that so quickly. While she slept, he decided to make her something to eat. About 35 minutes later Bridget emerged feeling a little better than before.
"Hey." said Deacon. "You feeling better?"
"Yeah I am."
"Here...I made you something to eat."
"Thank you." said Bridget sitting down. She was feeling a little hungry. She finished eating and Deacon put her plate in the sink. Getting up from the table, Bridget walked back outside to the patio and Deacon followed her out. "I know that you are mad at me." started Bridget. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about Jason before. He really doesn't mean anything special to me I swear."
"I just wish you would have told me." said Deacon.
"I know." said Bridget. "Look Deacon...I actually hadn't told anyone about us."
"What?" said Deacon starting to get upset again.
"Please..." said Bridget holding up her hand. "Let me finish. I didn't think anyone would understand. I didn't know what I would tell them."
"That's funny because I told everyone I know about you." Deacon shot at her. "I told everyone about how much I love you and how great you are."
"Deacon it's not like I didn't want to. I told you I had no idea what I would tell them.."
"Bridget...is there anything else you aren't telling me? Did this thing with Dante actually happen or did you make it all up?"
"No I didn't make it up." Bridget said sharply. "You can ask anyone in my family if you don't believe me."
"How can I do that when you never told them about me?" He shot back.
"They know now." Bridget returned.
"What?"
"My stepfather Alex..he knew the whole time. He heard me tell my friend Toni about you and he heard me on the phone with you. He never said anything to me. And Mom...well Mom knows all about us now. I told her everything. I had to. It's all out in the open now. And actually it was a relief to tell her."
"I see." said Deacon. "Look Bridget...I can't deal with this right now. I..I need time to sort this out."
"You want me to leave?"
"I'll call you a cab. You can go back to Brett's. I'm sorry. I need time to think."
Bridget nodded. "Okay."
A few minutes later, a cab drove up and Bridget got in and it drove away. She sat back in the cab hoping Deacon would realize that she loved him. When he did then she could tell him the news... the news that she was having his baby. She wanted to when she was there but he was so upset and angry...she didn't want to just blurt it out. She placed her hand on her stomach. "Daddy will come back to us." She said to her unborn child. "I promise I won't let him get away."