Risk it All

The Morning After: Part 2

Brantley’s POV:
     After Chase and I had finished the song that we had been working on, Bailey and I had headed back to my bus so that we could talk in privacy. The talk that I needed to have with her was one that wasn't going to be an easy one. Not because it was necessarily a bad thing but at the same time, the fact that we had been so careless last night freaked me out a bit. 

“So, what did you need to talk about B?” said Bailey as she sat down on the couch as soon as we had climbed onto the bus. I could tell that she was nervous as hell. Then again, so was I.

“Well, umm… it's about last night.” I said as I paced the length of the living area of the bus. 

“Are you... Are you regretting it, Brantley?” she asked, her voice cracking. It broke my heart hearing that she could think that I would regret what happened last night. Truth was, last night had been the most pleasurable and memorable night that I had ever had. Then again, any time that I had here seemed to be earth shakingly memorable.  

“What? Hell no babe. There is no way that I would regret ever having you in my bed. Any time that I get you naked and under me is more memorable than the last. I honestly didnt know that sex could be this enjoyable with someone.” I said as I dropped to my knees and twined my fingers with hers. “Bailey Mae, you are for me. I never want to even imagine having something with someone else. Because I know right now baby, that if you ever left me, I’d become a monk. There would be no more sex for me because I know that it would never be the same with anyone after having you.” 

“B-” started Bailey. I looked up and saw the tears streaming down her face. 

“Bailey, I know we haven't been together long but I swear, I love you girl. I haven't felt like this with anyone… ever. What I wanted to talk to you about last night was the fact that the two of us were so caught up in the moment that we failed to use any kind of protection. Now, we haven't talked about you being on any kind of birth control. But let me just say this. If you end up pregnant after last night, I would be happy. Sure, it would mean a bunch of changes for both of us but baby, I’m not getting any younger.” I said. I watched as she processed what I was saying. I saw the flash of panic that came over her green eyes as I mentioned that I would be okay with her ending up pregnant. “Say something baby, please. I’m dying here wanting to know what you're thinking.

“So you would want kids?” Bailey asked. Looking up at her, I tried to read what she was feeling but she had slipped a mask in place, blocking all emotions from me. 

“Well yeah. Isn't that what everyone dreams of?” I asked. 

“Brantley, I was told years ago that I would never be able to have kids. Being with me would mean that you would never have little ones that look like you, It means that you wouldn't be able to pass along your genes to a child.” Said Bailey as she stood from the couch and began pacing. But when she turned to me, I was not prepared for the determined look on her face. While I didn't know her too well, I had quickly figured out that when she set her mind to something, there was no changing it. “Brantley, if kids are what you want, then this isn't going to work between us. I think we just call this quits now and be done before we both end up hurt.  

“Bail-” I started but she cut me off.

“Brantley, it's just better this way. I’ll talk to Mike and tell him that I need off the tour. I won't be responsible for seeing the hurt look in your eyes every day.” said Bailey.

     I stood there dumbfoundedly as she turned and started gathering the things she had on my bus. I was immobile. My heart hurt. The one thing that I wanted more than my next breath was about to walk out of my life all because she thought she couldn't make me happy if she couldn't give me kids. There was so much that I could say, that I wanted to say, but I just get my mouth to form any words. It was like my mouth and my brain had stopped communicating with each other.

“I’m sorry Brantley. I really am. But I can't make you happy and I can't give you the things you want. I can't make your dreams come true. Goodbye” said Bailey as she made her way to the door of my bus, never looking back. As the door shut behind her, I collapsed to the floor as the tears began to stream down my face. All I could think was how the hell did we end up here and why the hell didn’t I try to stop her from walking out.   

Bailey’s POV:
     As my feet hit the ground, the tears that I had been trying to hold back fell. The force of the sobs escaping me caused me to fall to my knees. I had dreaded this moment with any man that I had even been with. I knew that when they found out that I wouldn't be able to give them kids, they would leave me. So, I’d promised myself that no matter how much I loved someone, no matter how much I couldn't imagine living my life without them, I would leave them so that I didn't end up being the one heartbroken. 
     I didn't know how long I sat on the ground sobbing, but when two arms wrapped around me, I was too scared to look up and see who they belonged to. I so badly wanted it to be Brantley but didn't want to get my hopes up that he would chase me. I didn't have to worry about it being him when the person holding me spoke. 

“Come on Bailey. Let's get you out of here.” said PJ. “Just tell me where you want to go.” 

     I felt myself being lifted. Too weak to fight the fact he was carrying me, I rested my head on his chest and let him carry me away. I knew that PJ would eventually have some questions but I was thankful that he hadn't asked any right now.

Note: Y'all please dont hate me for this chapter.