Unhinged √

38.

      Maybe things can never return back to normal for us but they can be less chaotic and they have been for the last one week. Benson was kind enough to organize a press conference for the sole purpose of clearing the air about Ingrid.

The public didn't seem content with me addressing her as just a friend, no one even asked about football, they were all hung up on my personal life and there was just so much I could tell them without mentioning that she is pregnant with my child. Ingrid didn't want that and honestly, I don't think I am ready to deal with it going public yet.

Things have been good with Travis, even with Ingrid still in the house. For some reason, Benson has been unable to get a place and I've been too busy with practice and games to look into that. Ingrid, on her part, makes up for it by staying out of the spotlight, both in public and at home and I can hardly talk her out of her room these days but today, we have a doctor's appointment.

"You coming? Levinson". I look up from my phone but I can't figure out which of my teammates had spoken. There are at least five of us in the parking lot.

"Coming where?" I look between them.

"Mark's wifey dropped their third boy? He's getting us all drinks". Hudson explains and he is shirtless. The boy really likes to showoff his tanned toned chest, I wonder how he copes with winter.

"Right, he told me about that".

The captain's wife gave birth to their third baby yesterday and I think he called the entire team last night before remembering we have a group chat. His excitement hadn't worn off even during practice today.

"You coming?"

"Nah, I've got an appointment but let Capt know next month's diapers is on me". They laugh and file into their various vehicles, allowing me to go pick up Ingrid from the cafe.

"You don't have to drop me off". Is the first thing she says as she gets into the car.

"I am not dropping you off, Ingrid. I'm coming with you, deal with it".

"I still think it's a bad idea". She fumble with the seatbelt and I wait patiently for her to get it right.

"Maybe but as long as I don't get any shots, we should be fine". She tsks.

"Then we are definitely going to be having problems if you can't handle a few daddy shots". She finally lean back in her seat.

"Daddy shots". I say as I pull out of the parking space.

"Yeah. They're supposed to help unleash your diaper changing skills".

"Really? Zayn definitely missed those ones". She laugh quietly and talk about her customers for the rest of the ride.

     I pull on a hat before leaving the car at the hospital. If we are going to continue having peace then I cannot be seen entering a hospital with my rumored girlfriend. The nurses find Ingrid's file with ease, it's the antenatal registration that takes up time. When she is asked the name of the father, she glances at me with glassy eyes and I provide my name and for some reason, it makes it feel all the more real.

The rest go by smoothly, personal evaluation and advice. She gets set for her next appointment and we are sent off. Ingrid has a huge smile on as we leave and I think I do too, our baby is okay.
Travis texts just as we get into the car.

Travis❤: Are you guys done?

Me: Yeah, we just walked out the hospital

Travis❤: Are they good?

It's the way he ask about both the baby and Ingrid all the time despite everything. He cares for her and I can tell that he has been bothered by her avoiding him lately.