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Bella swallowed hard, the emotions bubbling up to the seams. She didn’t want to be that woman, the one who clung onto a man because he slept with her… because he knocked her up. She didn’t need him to raise their child and it was why she only gave him one chance to answer her phone call. She had been fully ready to take care of this thing all by herself and the longer it went without telling him, the less she was willing to actually put in the effort to let him know. She turned her head to look at him when the words left his lips, the words she had been dying to hear for the last five months. Her hands moved down to her bump, running her hands along it as she tried to breathe steadily.
“Why?” She asked, the word barely above a whisper. She kept her hands on her stomach, feeling like this action had been her only control, her only comfort in the entire conversation. She nodded her head at his words when he told her that he should have called back. “You should have,” she said softly as she glanced down at her stomach. She knew how wrong it was to keep saying things. “I called you after I took the pregnancy test.” She told him quietly as she kept her eyes on the small bump, thinking about how big their daughter had been. Her head lifted up in time to see his jaw clench and her eyebrow arched up.
“Yeah, what’s your point? It didn’t seem to bother you that night.” She pointed out as she dropped her hands from his stomach. “I know I’m his sister, I know how messy this is… Why do you think I’ve been lying to him for five months?”
“Because..” Because he didn’t love her. Because all his time with his wife didn’t even close to comparing to one night with Bella. Not just the sex, although that alone was burned into his mind even in the drunken state he had been in, but it had been intimate. Like everything that had ever been held back came tumbling out between the two of them, expressed with every touch, every kiss. It was as intoxicating as the alcohol always running through his system. He wished it hadn’t felt as good as it did, because then it would’ve been easier for him to set the boundaries once again. He wouldn’t feel the need to lie to his best friend. He wouldn’t feel the guilt eating away at him now, especially when hearing that she had called him after the test. He really should have answered. Instead? He had been drinking and pretending to do business with others at all hours so he didn’t have to face Alexis either.
There was no more doubt on whether the life growing inside of her was his as well. The pounding in his chest as reached his ears. Entirely unsure of what to do about it. When you looked at his track record for handling things, it only showed how poorly he did. He stepped up when it came to others, especially his family, but he alone was on a downward spiral. “I fucked up.” He stated the obvious once again. “You didn’t have to lie for me.” Although he was grateful that she had, even if it wasn’t for his sake. It felt like it might only be prolonging the inevitable punch to the face he’d receive but now more than ever he knew that information should come from him. Slowly he closed the space between them as much as he could. “I’m not going to make you do this alone either.” No matter how poorly he handled things, he at least had the common sense throughout the shock to know that, that should be said. “Hey.” His hands came up, resting on each side of her face as he had her look at him. “I’ll be here.” He couldn’t promise there wouldn’t be bumps in the road, it was him after-all, but he’d just have to try his best to not be a complete fuck up.
