Request by @twoghostsandelowen : Is it gonna be a Admittance part 2? maybe when Andér finds out or something? Please don’t leave me like that, i wanna know what’s happening next ❤️
“Hey, hey, it’s fine, let it out,” Guzmán encourages, rubbing your back as he held back your hair.
He’d been doing this far too often recently as you found yourself being sick at school more and more often. It had been a week since you’d been to the hospital to confirm that you were pregnant and still nobody else knew. You couldn’t even think of telling certain people - your brother being top of that list.
Guzmán pulls out a water bottle from his bag and hands it to you, “Here.”
You smile and take it from him as he pushes himself off from the floor of the girls bathrooms.
“Sorry you keep having to do this,” You comment with a groan as you stand up too.
He laughs a little, “Holding your hair back whilst you’re sick with the fear that anybody could walk into the toilets and see me here? You’ve got nothing to apologise for.”
You roll your eyes and he laughs gently at you, wrapping an arm around you with ease.
“Come on, lets go before first period starts.”
Somehow, you’d managed to make this work for the full week. Guzmán had been texting you non-stop in the evenings to show you different articles he’d found or different blog pages that he thought explained pregnancy well. He’d even shown you articles about ‘how to tell the family’. He’d been there for you as he said he would be, granted it had only been a week. But there was something about the way he watched every single one of your movements in class that convinced you he would last longer than a week.
“Did you get the information through about the appointment?” Guzmán glances over his shoulder as he asks you, making sure the coast was clear before he even mentioned it.
“Yeah, it’s at the start of next week if that’s okay,” You nod, “I was actually thinking that Ander could come with us if-“
“If we’ve told him by then,” Guzmán finishes for you, “That’s a great idea (Y/n), but how are we supposed to tell him this?”
You go to respond just as Ander and Omar begin walking down the corridor towards you.
“Hey, guys,” Ander says with a slight frown at the sight of you two together again.
Guzmán greets him as if nothing is wrong as all four of you walk into class.
“How come you’ve been spending so much time with Guzmán?” Ander asks you as the two of you wash the dishes from dinner.
“I told you, we’ve just been going through some revision - he’s really set on graduating this year so he’s asking for all of the help he can get.”
Graduating. Would you even be able to graduate anymore?
“Why did he only ask you?” Ander laughs, “If he wanted help, maybe he should’ve asked someone that could actually help him.”
You hit his arm and roll your eyes, “I’m not an idiot Ander.”
“If you say so! I’m heading out with Omar later, you can come with us if you want to? We’re just going for a few drinks,” Ander explains, drying his hands on the towel and handing it to you.
“No that’s okay, I’ll stay here. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” You jab as he leaves to go and get ready.
You find yourself texting Guzmán straight away to say the coast would be clear. Your mother was at a board meeting this evening and Ander wouldn’t be around - perfect time for you two to talk through some things.
And, as if by clockwork, Guzmán is sat opposite you only a five minutes after Ander and Omar had left.
“Okay, so I figured there’s a lot that we need to talk about so I thought we should just ask each other any questions that we have and just get it all out into the open. You know, no such thing as a stupid question and I-“
“I’ll go first,” Guzmán places a hand on your knee from where he’d mimicked your position of sitting cross legged on the bed, “How are you feeling?”
You take in a deep breath and try to calm yourself, “I’m okay, I’ve eaten a bit more today and actually kept it down. I feel a bit off balance? I didn’t really expect that.”
“I mean there’s another person in your belly, I’m not surprised if that feels a bit weird.”
“It’s not another person,” You roll your eyes, “Theyre only like this big.”
“Okay, okay,” Guzmán smiles, “Your question.”
He shifts in his position, legs not exactly fitting into crossing like yours did, “Im fine (Y/n), honestly.”
“Did you mean what you said? About being there through it all?”
“I think it’s my turn to ask a question,” He cocks a brow, “Why would you think I wouldn’t mean it?”
You sigh, “It’s a big commitment Guzmán! And in nine months from now, you should be going out into the world and graduating and starting your future. You shouldn’t be tied down to me or to this whole situation just because of one summer.”
“(Y/n), this whole ‘situation’ was because of both of us. The baby might be inside you but it’s still half mine and half yours. I’d be a pretty shitty person if I expected that to mean I’d never have any responsibility. I know I might not be the model guy to have a baby with but I wouldn’t have chosen you either,” He jokes, nudging your leg slightly, “I meant what I said, if that answers your question.”
You swallow the lump in your throat, “This is big, Guzmán.”
He frowns mockingly, “I thought you said it was only this big so far.”
You roll your eyes and reach out a foot to jab him in the ribs. He jumps back and laughs, hopping off of the bed and coming round to wrap an arm around you.
“One good thing about having a baby with me - you don’t have to worry about it being ugly,” He points out, “As long as it looks more like me than you.”
You elbow him in the ribs this time as he laughs but still doesn’t release his arm from around you. So the two of you stay like that together for a long time, asking each other different questions whenever they popped into your head - so much so that you don’t even pick up on the time.
A few hours must have passed when you bolt awake, Guzmán still beside you having fallen asleep too.
“Guzmán,” You hiss, nudging at his sleeping frame to wake him up, “Guzmán!”
He groans and blinks the fatigue out of his eyes, “What time is it?”
“We fell asleep! Ander and Omar will be back any mi-“
As if you’d set off a terrible chain of reactions, you hear as Ander’s key pushes into the door and he comes into your home.
“(Y/n)?” He calls out and it’s like you’re practically following his path through the house to look for you.
Right up until the moment that he’s stood at your doorway. Omar follows behind and the look that you share tells you he knows this doesn’t end well already.
“Is this studying too?” Ander gestures between the two of you sat on the bed, “Seems like you two have been doing a hell of a lot of studying recently.”
“Why don’t you both explain yourselves? What’s this? Some secret affair behind my back?” Ander scoffs, “You couldn’t have just told me?”
“It’s not what you think, honestly,” You continue, “Ander please just calm down.”
“Calm down?” He laughs, “You seriously think you two can just be together and not think I’m going to react? You’re fucking my best friend, (Y/n).”
“Ander!” Guzmán pipes up, stepping forward to stand beside you, “She doesn’t need this kind of stress, okay? Can we be mature about this?”
Ander laughs outwardly, “How would you know what the hell she needs?”
“Because she’s pregnant with my child Ander.”
The words fall like boulders to the ground below, practically dropping the temperature another five degrees as they do. You were certain that it wasn’t the baby causing the sickness that bubbled inside you.
Guzmán looks at you like he’s just done the worst thing imaginable, helplessness seeping into those eyes like he’s terrified of your reaction. He didn’t seem to care about what Ander would say - just you.
“You’re pregnant?” Ander’s shoulders drop like he’s lost his ability to fight back.
“I promise I was going to tell you soon, I just wanted to be sure of everything first and I didn’t want it to happen like this.”
“You got my sister pregnant?” Ander turns all of his attention to Guzmán, “You couldn’t keep your fucking hands away from her, huh?”
“It wasn’t like that, it was never like that, it was over summer an-“ Guzmán tries to continue, looking more innocent than ever as he stumbles over his words.
Ander stops him quickly as he grips onto the material of Guzman’s shirt and shoves him against the wall, face close to his as he seethes with unstopping anger, “You could’ve gone for anybody, anybody! And you went for my sister? My fucking twin sister?!”
“And now what? You get her pregnant and expect her whole life to change just because of one of your mistakes?!” Ander yells, “You make me fucking sick!”
With that, he shoves Guzmán to the side and comes straight over to you. It’s like an instant switch as soon as you’re in his sight. He was seeing you in a completely different light - someone he needed to protect now more than ever.
“I want you tell me everything okay, everything I can do, whenever you need me an-“
“Ander,” You settle a hand on his arm, “I won’t be on my own. We’re-“
“Don’t tell me you think he’s going to stay by your side through this,” Ander shakes his head, looking between you and Guzmán, “You’re both as delirious as each other.”
With that, he gives up on both of you and storms back out of the room. You were relieved when Omar followed quickly after him, you dreaded the thought of him being alone after something like that.
“(Y/n), I’m so sorry, it just slipped out and I-“ Guzmán sighs, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m so sorry.”
You don’t find any energy in you to respond and instead turn and wrap your arms around him, letting him hold you close and confirm to you that you wouldn’t be alone. You couldn’t believe that Ander was right. The thought of being a mother was terrifying enough, let alone being a single mother before the baby was even born.
Guzmán went home late that night and you’d passed Anders room to see him sleeping beside Omar -relieved that there wouldn’t be anymore arguments for the rest of the night.
The next morning would be a different matter.
“Morning, Omar,” You say as you’re walking down the stairs and he’s just about to walk up.
“Hey,” He offers you a small smile.
He glances over to the dining room where Ander was sat staring aimlessly into a cup of coffee, “He took it pretty hard last night, and I think he’s trying to process everything. I think more than anything he regrets what he said to you both but he’s too proud to admit it.”
You nod and keep your eyes focused on your brother, “Thank you, I’ll see you later, okay? Or I’ll shout for help if I need it.”
He laughs and squeezes your arm for some slight reassurance before you head through to the kitchen.
Ander glances up as you walk in, swallowing a gulp of his drink, “Morning. Did you sleep okay?”
You pour yourself some juice and sit across from him at the island, “Yeah, did you?”
He nods, “Eventually, took me a while to switch my mind off.”
The silence falls and it breaks your heart a little to know you’d caused all of this.
“I’m sorry for how it happened, Ander. I never wanted you to find out like that.”
“I know,” He mumbles, “I didn’t expect to find out I’d be an uncle that way either.”
“I guess not, but you’re still going to be an uncle.”
“How far along are you?” He glances up, eyes flicking to your stomach for just a moment.
“Six weeks, I have my first scan next week. They should be able to detect a heartbeat by then,” You explain, “I only told Guzmán last week.”
“What happened over summer?” Ander continues, “I don’t need all of the details.”
You smile a little, “I’m not sure I know either. Guzmán and I spent a lot more time together than normal and one thing led to another. It wasn’t just a one time thing.”
“So you two are together now?”
“No, no,” You half-laugh, “I knew how you’d react to that, it didn’t seem worth the risk.”
“And he’s willing to be there for you and to father this child?” Ander continues, like he was forcing the pieces of the puzzle to connect in his head.
“I believe him Ander, he’s been really supportive so far and he wants whats best for me, and for the baby,” You encourage, “It’s his baby just as much as it is mine.”
“Okay,” Ander takes a deep breath, setting his coffee down onto the table, “Im not saying I completely believe, or trust, him but I trust your judgement. And I want you to know that if anyone is capable of doing something like this - God it would be you. And you’re not going to be on your own.”
You smile and reach over the table to squeeze his hand, “Thank you, Ander.”
“Uncle Ander and Uncle Omar, huh?” He grins, “I like the sound of that.”
You laugh and it feels like the best thing he could’ve said in that moment. It feels like everything you needed to hear wrapped into one small morning conversation between just you two.
Uncle Ander and Uncle Omar. It did have a nice ring to it.
