His Soft Spot

{Thirty Three}

Size of Cal at the end of the chapter <3

"I'm pregnant." I blurted out, gasped, then slapped my hand over my mouth.

Dante choked on his coffee.

"Oh my god." I whispered to myself. I did not just do that.

I choked!

Well Dante is pysically choking right now.

"Are you okay?" I asked shyly. He looked up at me and I felt my heart stop. No going back now. Just like Ciara told me. "Dante?" He was silent. It looked like he was thinking. Hard.

I'll give him a minute.

I began to play with my hands as we both stood in silence. This is not good.

At all.

My eyes began to sting with water and I looked up at him. "I'm sorry." I cried out and shoved my head into my hands.

Why did I tell him?

Why didn't I just get rid of the baby before he even knew. Then he wouldn't be mad.

"Please don't be mad at me. I didn't know how to tell you- it was a mistake and I didn't know. And- amd I can't breathe." I mumbled the end to myself as I felt my airways close up. They didn't actually close up but it felt like it.

"Hey, calm down. It's okay." Dante said and pulled me in for a hug.

"No it's not. You're mad. I didn't mean to I really didn't. I didn't want this to happen. It wasn't supposed to happen." I rambled on as I cried into his chest.

"Callie, just breathe okay. It's fine."

"It's not though. You're not okay with this and I know it."

He stayed quiet.

Holy shit.

"Oh my god." I said for the second time and backed away from him. "Dante."

"You have to give me a minute okay? You just told me you were pregnant. That doesn't just pass your mind." He talked softly and calmly to me, which helped me calm down a little. "I'm not mad."

"You're not mad?" I sniffled and rubbed my eyes.

"No, I'm not."

"Why aren't you?"

"Am I supposed to be?"

"Yeah!" I exclaimed and threw my hands up in the air. "You're supposed to yell at me and call me a disgrace, and that I can either abort the baby or you're breaking up with me!"

"Why would I ever say that?" He whispered. I don't know to be honest.

"You said it was too soon." I whispered back.

"If planned. This wasn't. Which I need to know how because I'm pretty sure your on a pill. But this is happening without either of us knowing at all times."

That didn't make me stop crying though. Once I began, I didn't stop. "You don't need to cry. There's nothing to worry about."

"I'm pregnant! I'm carrying a fucking baby that will be our responsability till they turn 18. So 18 years we have that! A baby! Oh my god. Now I'm just stressing myself out." I groaned and slumped down on a chair. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you saying sorry?" He chuckled, "it's okay. We just have to figure this out, together, and everything will be perfect."

"Yeah." I mumbled and looked up at him. He was smiling. Like he was happy. Everyone was telling me he would be happy but I wasn't listening to them. They were right. I was overthinking like usual. "I'm a month too."