My Life With The New York Detective
I got back into the bathroom, and took of my towel. I slipped back into my clothes, as I open the door to the bathroom I'm still putting my shirt on. When I get my shirt all settled I hear Flack speak.
"I'm going to bring out bags down to the car." Wait, how could he have a bag packed already if we just changed our plans today? He knew he was going to ask ahead of time, unless he packed his bag while I slept.
"Ok." I respond as I walk off into the bedroom to grab my shoes. I put them on and I hear footsteps coming back into the place. I walk into the living room to not find Flack there, but Jack. How the hell did he find where Flack even lived, considering that last time I saw him I was still in my old place.
"Jack, what the hell are you doing here? And how did you even find where I fucking lived?" I cross my arms over my chest.
"Remember Annabel, I'm a cop. I can find anything I want. Besides, I wanted to see how your life is doing since what happened last time."
"Right now, I don't have the time to discuss this with you because I am... and why the hell am I telling you this anyways? Your no longer in my life, so I don't have to tell you. Why don't you just leave ok?" I run a hand through my hair. Jack gives me a hard look as he turns around and walks away. As Jack stomps out, he pushes past Flack who is coming back in the door. When Don enters, he walks over to me.
"Everything ok?" He stands arms length away from me.
"Yeah it's all good." Flack un convincingly looks down at me before kissing my forehead. "Guess we're going." He puts his hand on my lower back than leads me out the door. Thus begins the trip to Oklahoma.
I'm standing on the front door step of my parents house because Flack insisted on dropping me off here so he could get everything at the hotel we're staying at, then he would come back.
I continue staring at the front door, as if it will just magically open by me looking at the door. Annabel, it's your parents house, what the hell could happen? Taking a deep breath, I raise my knuckles up to the door, but before my knuckles get within an inch of the door, it swings open to reveal my Cousin Taylor.
Taylor has a huge smile on her face. She yanks me into the house, then closes the door behind us.
"An, oh my god I haven't seen you since the hospital. I've missed you crazy!" She practically squeals. Did I ever tell you my cousin acts like she's on crack almost 24/7.
Taylor was about to ramble on when her eyes drift towards my left hand. Shit I have the ring on. Her eyes widen and a smile appears on her face.
"Your engaged, and you didn't tell me? Who the hell is this guy? He better be at least a 7/10." Oh my god, Taylor did not just put him on a scale.
"I am not discussing how good my fiancé looks with you Taylor. Besides, why does it even matter?" I step away from my cousin to walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. Taylor just laughs at me as she takes a seat across from me.
"Where's Mom and Dad?" I ask Taylor. Ever since her parents died, she thought of them as her Mom and Dad.
"They went to go get Tony and his girlfriend from the airport, should be back in an hour or so. From what I heard from Tony, His girlfriend Rachel is a 'independent woman' which I just think is code for stuck up bitch." As Taylor is talking to me, my energy goes away for a short time. I put my elbows on my knees, hoping that the feeling passes.
"Woah Annabel, you ok? Your looking a little green." Taylor questions me as she leans towards me slightly.
"Yeah I'm good, probably just tired from the flight." I manage to say once the energy returns and I sit back up. She gives me a wary look but goes back to the normal position she was in before.
"Taylor give Rachel a chance, for all you know she's a great person."
"Yeah she's great all right; a great pain in the ass." Taylor mutters under her breath. She's always been quick to judge people.
Taylor and I sit there talking and just catching up with each other when we hear not one car pull in, but two cars pull in the drive way. I look out the window and see Flack get out of the car, the sun reflecting off his sunglasses. I think my cousin see's this because she lets out a whistle.
"Damn Annabel, he's most certainly not a 7. He is a straight up 10 out of 10." I feel my face get incredibly hot. Out of the other car comes My parents, Tony and a girl with long, brown hair who I assume to be Rachel.
"If things don't work out between you and your fiancé, I'd be happy to console him for you." At this point, I just shake my head as I bury my face into my hands as I hear the front door open, then people talking.
"Would someone explain why my cousin's face looks like a tomato and has her face in her hands?" I hear Tony ask. It was hard for me not to burst out laughing.
"Yes, because I would like to know as well." Flack responds to Tony's comment.
"It's a long story." I say as I take my face out of my hands and look towards Taylor, who gives me a devilish look.
I feel someone take their fingers and squeeze the back of my neck. Turning around, I see Flack standing behind me with his hands braced on the back of the couch.
"Your parents took the side gate to the backyard, they seem to like me, your boyfriend. You never told them we're engaged, did you?" He asks me. I can't tell if he's angry or upset.
"I plead the fifth?"
"This isnt court, why would you say I plead the fifth?" I go to shrug my shoulder when the same feeling of no energy returned except this time, I felt nauseous. I did the same thing I did earlier, except it was Don that speaks up.
"Hey, you ok? Your not looking too good." He gives me a concerned look as he moves his hand to my back.
"Yeah I'll just be right back." I mumbled as I got up from the couch and as quickly as I could, walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I started to pace in the bathroom, hoping the feeling would subside, but it didn't and eventually I was throwing up. My god this was not a good feeling. I have no fucking clue why I am sick, it just started randomly.
Once I'm done getting sick, I flush and I start to wash my mouth out when Taylor enters the bathroom and shuts the door behind her. When I look at her, she takes me in for a second before speaking.
"Look I know your story about being tired from the plane is bullshit. Here..." She hands me a box. I look at the box and as clear as day it reads, pregnancy test. Holy fucking shit she thinks I'm pregnant, there's NO WAY I'm pregnant.
"Taylor I'm not taking this test..." I got to give her back the box but she takes a few steps back and raises her hands up.
"Look Annabel, it's just to be sure that you're not."
"What would make you think that I'm..." She interrupts me before I can continue.
"Reasons. Anyways, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."
"What the hell is the hard way?"
"The hard way is that if you don't take the test, I will walk out of this bathroom and announce to everyone that your pregnant when you could very well not be. Imagine your fiance face when I mention that you didn't want to tell him." She wouldn't!
"What the hell Taylor that's blackmail!"
"I'm only doing it cause I care now which is it; me telling everyone you have a bun in the oven or you peeing on that stick?" Taylor asks, crossing her arms over her chest.
I groan as I look at the box in my hand then my cousin.
"Ok, you win. I'll do it." Taylor smiles as she turns around so I can do what I need to do. When I'm done, I set it down on the counter and tell her she can turn around. I set a timer on my phone for three minutes and me and my cousin just sit there, doing nothing and saying nothing. When the timer goes off, I instantly pick the stick up off the counter. I look down at it as my eyes widen.
I'm pregnant.
Holy shit. I'm pregnant, I'm going to have a baby. Flack's going to be a father. What the hell is he going to think of this, how do I even know he's going to want kids?
Taylor see's the look on my face, and raises an eyebrow. She takes a peek at the stick, and smiles at the result. When she opens her mouth, there's a knock on the bathroom door.
"Everything ok in there?" Flack's voice comes through the door. Shit. Taylor takes the test from my hand and slips into her pocket, while very quickly un folding the box the test came in and sticking it in her pocket as well.
"Uhh yeah everything's good. It just my... shirt got caught on the clasp of my bra." I look at Taylor and she gives me the look of 'really?' All I do is lightly slap her arm. I know I can NOT tell him the truth, until I know how to exactly tell him.
"Ok then, I'll be uhh.. waiting in the living room." He says awkwardly through the door then I hear him walk away. I turn towards Taylor.
"There is no way in hell I can go out there and be with him for the ENTIRE day and keep from him that I'm Pregnant!"
"Well then you'll just have to wait for the perfect time tonight."
"Yeah Taylor cause that conversation will TOTALLY work out. 'Hey Flack guess what, My mother wants us to stop by tomorrow and your going to be a father!' or 'Goodnight, surprize I'm pregnant!" I have a hard time to keep from shouting.
"Someone's going to have to get over it and tell him!" Taylor opens the bathroom door and practically shoves me out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Fixing my hair, I walk back into the living room to see Flack watching me enter the room.
Without me saying anything, I sit down next to him on the couch. He slides his arm across my shoulders slightly and leans in to whispers "We'll talk about it later."
"Talk about what?" I respond, wondering what the hell he is talking about. Shit, I think he knows I was lying about the whole shirt thing.
He just leans over slightly to kiss my cheek. "Later." He returns back to his normal sitting position and readjusting his arm.
For awhile we end up just sitting there and talking to Taylor and Tony but we didn't see my parents, which is really odd. We went back to the hotel around 7 o clock at night.
So now I am currently laying down in bed like I have for the past 10 minutes, just staring at the ceiling.
"So, later is here Annabel." I sit up to see Don standing at the foot of the bed, looking at me.
"Is there something going on that you're not telling me? I feel like there's something that you're not telling me." Ok, I'm screwed. It's official.
"No there's nothing going on." He gives me a look before sighing and moving to sit in front of me on the bed.
"You're not lying to me are you?" He asked me again, except his eyes were focused on me, watching me. His scrutinizing stare was starting to creep me out. So that's how he got guys to crack in interrogation.
"Well... Don there's something I have to tell you."
"What ever is going on you can tell me." He lays one hand on my leg.
"I'm pregnant." I closed my eyes and waited for a reaction. After of awhile he didn't say anything, so I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me.
"What?" I asked him. All he did was smile as he moved to sit next to me on the bed. Once he got next to me, he kissed my shoulder before speaking up.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes." The look on his face was unmistakably happy. Flack then moved to sit in front of me.
"You know what I just realised?" Don asks as his hand rests on my lower leg.
"What?"
"That your now stuck with me for the rest of your life."
"Like I'd leave you in the first place." I lean my head back against the head-board and close my eyes for a minute, only to start falling asleep. I wake up when I feel him poking my thigh.
"Falling asleep on me already? To think we're not even married yet." I would glare at him, but I'm drained.
"I'm tired as hell. You try Throwing up using EVERY SINGLE muscle in your stomach!" I turn slightly so I can use my arm as a pillow.
"As much as I would love to," Flack replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll leave that one up to you." He shuts the light off by the bed that was on.
"I'm sleeping at 7:30 at night cause I'm pregnant, what's your excuse?" I turned my back away from him and started to curl myself up slightly. I don't feel him get into the bed, I just feel his hand slide over my arm and over towards my stomach. Don's hand slides under my shirt and rests flat against my stomach.
"I'm not going anywhere." Don speaks up as part of his arm curls around my back. He pulls me down slightly so my head is actually resting on my pillow.
"Why did you move me, I was just getting comfortable." I groaned as I tried to get in the same position I was in.
"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, but I thought you would enjoy the nice..." That's when he realised that I dozed off slightly. He doesn't say anything, just tightens the grip his arm has on my back.
I'm woken up the next morning by the sound of something of vibrating on the bedside table. Ignoring it, I bury my face further into the pillow. The phone keeps vibrating and I hear Flack groan beside me.
"Would you just answer it all ready?"
"Why do I have to answer it?" I asked him as I tried to fall back asleep.
"It's your phone." I shot him a glare, then I picked up my phone off the bedside table and answered it.
"Yeah?" I yawned as I sat up in bed slightly.
"It's Taylor, we have a... problem."
"Is it so important that you had to call me at," I pause slightly to check the time. "7:00 am?"
"Dad knows your pregnant." Ohh shit.
"Wait, how'd that even happen?" I ask her.
"I told Tony, then Tony told mom which she says congratulations by the way. Then Mom told dad, which he flipped out, because of the sex before marriage thing with him. He's asking for you by the way, and the guy that impregnated his daughter."
"Crap, ok. Hold him off until I get there." I hang up then set the phone down back on the bedside table. I get up from the bed and walk over to where my bag is.
"What's going on? Everything ok?" I hear Flack ask from the bed.
"My father found out I was pregnant." I grab a shirt from my bag then strip off the other one.
"And?"
"And my father is hard-core Catholic, the idea of sex before marriage is bad enough for him. Add me being pregnant before I'm married, he's not going to be happy." I run into the bathroom to brush my hair.
"I don't see the big deal about all of this." He responds as I run a brush through my hair a couple of times.
"I agree, neither does the rest of my family. My fathers been like this for ages, and no one really knows why. I'm just going to try to calm him down." I walk back out of the bathroom to grab my shoes by the bed.
"I want to come with you." Don starts getting out of bed when I walk over to him and push him back down slightly.
"I can handle myself."
"Also realize you pregnant with our child. I want to be there for when something happens."
"It's my father."
"Still, I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. I'm going." He starts getting up again but I sit on the edge of the bed next to him.
"Give me an hour. After an hour, if you still want to come on over then you can." I grab my shoes and slip them on.
"Of course I would still want to come. Be careful, call me if anything happens, and I mean anything." He grabs my arm and pulls me down slightly so he can kiss me.
"You can be so protective you know that right?" I ask as I pull away.
"You and the baby are my life now. I love you both. Now go take care of what needs to be taken care of." He gives me one last kiss on the cheek before pushing me off the bed to where I'm standing up.
"All right, I'll get going. I love you!" I rush towards the door of the hotel room and then open it and run out before I can hear his response.
Hiatus is done and we are back on track. ANNABEL IS PREGNANT! I bet some of you are going FINALLY! Lol anyways i want to know your guys favorite parts :)