The Girl & the Car

Chapter 13

The next morning, I slowly woke up as the morning sun shone brightly into the bedroom. I felt soft breaths on my chest and her warm body pressed close to mine. I just looked down and couldn't imagine a better way to begin my morning. Finally, after so much time lost with her. How could I ever be so stupid as to let my future slip so far away from me? 

I gently kissed her shoulder and squeezed her closer to me. She let out a small good morning moan that sent shivers down my spine. I then slowly pulled away and headed to the kitchenette to make my temptress some pancakes. As I began to whip up the batter together in a mixing bowl, I heard her feet rush to the bathroom and spill her guts into the toilet bowl. She let out a low groan as she exited. I gave out a slight chuckle when she sat across from me.

"Good morning sunshine." I smiled at her. "Care for some pancakes, my love?" I poured the mixture into the pan in front of me and began to watch the fluffy flat cakes form in front of me. 

She smiled and nodded and sat for just a moment looking at me. After a few moments of silence, she spoke delicately, "I need to tell Lucas..." 

I looked up to see her eyes searching for a good response to that. I had none and so we just looked into each other's eyes. I let out a breath and flipped the burned pancake in front of me. "Okay. When?" I sighed. 

I didn't want him to know. The only person I wanted to know I wasn't the father was the girl sitting in front of me. But who am I to say, 'No I forbid you from telling him or anyone.' It just felt so insensitive to even think about saying that to her. I had a good thing, I couldn't mess that up. I couldn't do or say anything that would hurt this fragile thing I finally had possession of. 

"That's all your gonna say?" Andy gasped in frustration. I gave her a glance of confusion and returned my attention to the pancakes. 

"What do you want me to say? It's your choice, Andy." I pointed out. 

"I thought you guys weren't on good terms?" She kinda asked. 

"We aren't. For the sake of the situation if you feel like you have to tell him, then by all means go right ahead." 

"I won't raise a child in a hostile environment, Wes."

"You won't have to. My environment isn't hostile." I looked pointedly at her. 

"Are you saying that I'm hostile?" Her voice got louder. 

"No," I answered. She leaned back and waited for me to say more. I knew saying what I said next could hurt everything between us, but I couldn't do anything but be honest. "If Lucas learns he's a dad when we've made all these plans for it to be mine, then what's to stop him from coming in and claiming you and the child together. I will do anything in my power to be the best father figure and to be whatever you want me to be, but if Lucas is in the picture, there's too much of an unknown that you won't run off to be with him." 

She looked dumbfounded at me. I shouldn't have said it, but I did, and it's out there my inner fear. Lucas coming in and taking Andy away from me. "So it's you or Lucas? Is that what you're trying to say to me right now? After that amazing night, we just shared? After we've planned a life together?" She asked rapidly. 

"Are you gonna tell Lucas because he's the biological father or because you secretly want him back?" I asked. 

"Are you fucking serious right now?" She yelled. 

"Yes." I looked up slightly emotionless. I had to know the answer here. She couldn't lead me on with this. "I saved your life. I helped you move. I invited you to that party. Who did you end up in bed with? Lucas. I make sure you are okay. I was here when you found out you were pregnant. I planned out a life with you and put everything aside for you and your baby. I spent the whole week with you and took care of you. I gave you a date that most girls dream of. Yet who do you want to call to ruin all that? Lucas." I was getting worked up. Lucas was the issue with Andy and me. 

"Wes... what do you want me to say?" she let a small tear fall down her face. I didn't mean to make her upset. 

"Tell me you don't have feelings for Lucas and all of this goes away. You can do what you want about telling him, but you have to tell me honestly that you do not have any feelings for him." I exclaimed. 

She just sat there and stared at me letting slow tears fall down her face. No response was an answer I already knew the answer to. I got the same one from Emma about Malcolm. What is it with girls getting so hung up on their douche bag baby daddy? Am I just that undesirable? 

I looked down, turned off the stove, grabbed my jacket, and headed out of Andy's studio. I knew exactly where I was going to go. I got down the stairs and onto the bus when I saw a tear-stricken Andy come running out of the apartment complex. I hung my head and sat down letting the bus take me to my destination.

When arriving at the destination, I let my fury guide me to the house. I stormed inside and up the balcony, I had fallen off almost 2 months ago. I threw the door open and pulled Lucas the sleaze bag out of his king-sized bed. He woke up with a fright and screamed. I covered his mouth with my large hand and dragged him to his living room. I sat him on the couch and moved across to the chair parallel to him. I sat down and glared at him. 

"What the fuck, man?!" he screeched. 

"Shut the fuck up," I commanded in a deep loud voice that made him shake a little. "You are gonna shut the fuck up because I am risking everything I have ever wanted to be here right now." he nodded and sat up a little. "You have been given the world and you take everything and anything you want. Well, you've fucked up now. 2 months ago I saved Andy from a car accident and invited her to your party. You also invited her and then you fucked her. That same night I ended up in the hospital with injuries I'm still trying to recover from. I fell off of that balcony and at that moment I knew that I didn't have anything good to look forward to. But damnit, I wanted Andy so I held on." I sighed and looked at my hands that began to shake as they now did that after the injury. I needed to calm down and let my back settle. "Andy's pregnant." Lucas gasped and sat back. "With your kid." I let out a sigh and a tear I had no idea I was holding. "She's 8 weeks now and the baby is healthy. She called me because she was too embarrassed to tell you and she asked me to be the father figure. I agreed." I swallowed hard and looked at Lucas whose head was in his hands. "But just now, she wanted to tell you and I freaked out. I have let you have everything in life while I sat on the sidelines and waited for my person. But now my person carries your child and as the biological father, you have every right to what is yours." I touched his knee to have him look at me, to which he did. "Lucas, if you want her, go shoot your shot. Go be a family, but you have to be certain she is what you want, and being a part of your child's life is important to you. I'll back off, but you have to make that commitment to her not to just the kid, but her." I finally stopped talking and watched his face transition into different emotions. 

He shook his head and stood up to grab some of the whiskey that sat on the cart next to him. He chugged a whole swig before offering me a sip. I shook my head and he took another chug. Silence weighed heavily in the room as we both awaited the other to say something. 

"I'm sorry I took your girl." Lucas whimpered out quietly. 

"It doesn't matter anymore. It takes two to get pregnant." I let out a low chuckle. Lucas let out a small chuckle too and for a moment it was as if none of the bullshit we went through happened. 

"It takes a real man to do what you did." He said to me. "A child deserves a real man for a father."

I looked at my former best friend and saw the guy I originally befriended. The decent, humble man who knew what his place was. He gave me a small smile and shook my hand. 

"She's yours."