Hooked On Your Love (Editing In Process)

Chapter 38

Al's Point of View

″AL, where are you?"

″Nowhere"

When she heard my voice she opened the door to our bedroom.

"What are you doing in here? Look baby I'm so sorry I didnt want you to find out, and especially not like this, god not like this. ″she said sitting down on the bed next to me.

I don't know why I acted like such a child by stomping off. I was shocked, to say the least.

″Why didnt you tell me″ I said still not looking at her.

She was still staring at me, and when I finally looked up after she hadn't answered it looked like she was on the verge of crying.

What kind of asshole would I be to just let my girl cry?

I moved her over close to me, where she lay her head on my shoulder, before saying,

″I couldn't"

"What do you mean you couldn't?"

"No, it's more complicated than that. I couldn't tell you. I just couldn't."

After she said this she was quiet for a while. I was about to ask her again when she finally spoke.

″I was afraid. I was afraid you were going to leave. I was afraid I couldn't raise a child. I was afraid you couldn't raise a child. I was afraid you were going to stop loving me. I was afraid that you wouldn't look at me the same. We just got back together, we just said I love you, I was afraid all of that love would go away. My heart couldn't handle that. Yes I know, it was selfish to you and the baby. And I'm so sorry for not telling you, but you having the reaction you had just confirmed my thoughts.″

"What?"

I couldn't understand. Why would she think this? did I really not communicate that much for her to know that nothing could stop me from loving her?

"Baby.." I continued, pulling her closer to me and running my hand through her hair.

" I couldn't leave you if I wanted to. I cant. I love you. I don't say that to make you happy or just to say it. I say it because it's true. What you do to me woman, god, every time I look at you, hell every time I feel your presence, think about you I melt into a fucking puddle. I'm not mad at all, I just wish you would have told me when you found out, we could have celebrated together. Instead, I've been such a dick making you do all this stuff. No baby I messed up, and I am so fucking sorry, so sorry. I could never leave you. The thought of losing you freaks me out so bad. It's like thinking about the end of everything.″

When I said this I felt my shirt become wet, but when I looked down I realized it was Hannah crying on my shoulder.

"So that's it? you're not mad? you don't hate me for not telling you?"

"No, never, I am going to respect and be supportive of whatever decision you make for this child," I said wiping off her tears.

"oh about that, it's kind of a little too late for that″

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm already two months and a couple of weeks pregnant"

"WHAT?" I shouted removing her head and standing up from the bed.

"Hey, you said you weren't mad, you can't renege," she said standing up to, with a tiny smile that I could tell she was trying to hide.

"Well yeah that was before I knew you were about to have the baby in like what,2 weeks"