Lucky Me

Decisions Decisions

AN: SOOOOO so sorry it has been a while since I updated. Writers block has been a pain again with this story. Not to mention the major lack of time I have had to write anyway. This isn't a massive chapter either which bums me out. Hoping to be back on the ball soon! xx

Chris' POV

I didn't leave the airport. I didn't go back to Scottsdale. I didn't have the balls to even speak to Sebastian about it any more. I just left. I sighed, thinking how messed up this whole situation was. "but you're the one that's caused it" Scott said, breaking me from my thoughts. I looked up at him as I smoothed down my hair. "What do I do Scott?" I blinked, the rim of my eyes red raw from crying constantly. He looked at me and sighed the loudest sigh. "what do you want to do?" he asked, but the simple question didn't have a simple answer. I gripped my head as I looked down at the counter we were sat at. "I feel like my head is gonna explode" I huffed. "I've no clue what the hell to do" I added. "I finally get the girl, and what do I do? Throw it all away for one stupid reason. And now..." I sniffed, "now I've lost her and, a-and my-"

"you don't know you've lost her" Scott said hopefully. But I shot him a look, "we both know better than that" I stated. "the moment I got onto that plane I knew" I shook my head. "I'm so fucking stupid" I sighed, holding my head in my hands. "but why did you leave?" he questioned again. "what's the stupid reason? It mustn't have been stupid for you to risk everything?" he added. "but it fucking was" I cried, slamming my fists down in temper. I closed my eyes as a tear fell to my cheek. I took a deep breath to steady my voice before I spoke again.

"when she told me, that she... when she told me" I sighed, widening my eyes, stupidly still unable to say it, "All I could think about was how this wasn't the way I imagined it to be" My face felt hot with my shame and embarrassment. "We're not married- not even living together. We've been together barely any time all. Not met each other's family." I waffled, "well, aside from you" I added. "we're not even really officially public- not really" I ran my hands through my greasy hair. It was getting longer by the day now and when it did, I played with it. Especially when my anxiety was high. 

"Do you love her?" Scott asked simply. My eyes looked up across the kitchen counter to his. I nodded. He smiled at me softly, titling his head to one side as he slowly shook it, shrugging his shoulders too, "then why does all that other shit matter?" 

I took a second, contemplating his response. "I know you wanted the big white wedding one day, and all the families together approving of the girl you wanted to be with- but Bro, really? Does any of it matter when you've found the one?" 

His words made sense, of course they did. "it wasn't in my plan to love on boys, but hey! It works for me" he grinned widely, making me laugh out loud at the unexpected comment. "man I love you" I grinned at him. "I love you too you fucking idiot" He grinned back at me. 

"but seriously, Mom and the girls will love her, regardless of when you introduce them. They know about her right?" He asked and I nodded, smirking a little, "everyone knows about her" I blushed. "but I've ruined everything" I sighed, my smile dropping as I came back into reality. "it's been two days. And I've not contacted anyone. Not Seb, not Lucy..." I shook my head. "I'm so fucking scared." 

"what of?" Scott questioned me again. "everything"

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Lucy's POV

The days on my calendar were being crossed off quicker than I imagined, and it was getting closer and closer to the date of my first scan. The day that most women would be beyond excited to arrive. But me? I was dreading it. Looming over me like a heavy dark cloud and any second the heavens would open and I would be drowned in a downpour I wasn't prepared for. I turned away from the Moana calendar that was hanging on the wall of my office with a look of disdain. 

I punched in the code to the padlock that kept my personal items hidden away in my desk drawer and pulled it open to grab my stash of chips when I froze again. Staring back at me were the pamphlets that were handed to me at my first doctors appointment. Sure I had the ones about development and 'what to expect when you are expecting' but these ones, these were the ones that weren't advertised in the same manner. The ones that seem to have a red warning label attached to them. A stigma that shouldn't really be there. I sighed, as my trembly hand reached out to pick one up, knocking the bag of chips out of the way. 

'What you need to know about abortion'.  I read over the words for about the millionth time since I'd gotten it. Then I opened up the page.