I Can't Even Concentrate

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Demi's POV

"Okay... what is it?" He drags out and I swallow down my tears and take a deep breath.

"You know some of what happened with my ex and I. Why we broke up and why I was happy to finally be free and date around, right?" I ask not knowing where else to start.

"Yeah." He replies and I bite my lip.

"And you knew that you weren't the only person that I had went out with. I told you I didn't want anything serious and what we were doing probably wasn't gonna go anywhere." I continue finally gaining enough courage to look up at him and he looked completely lost.

"What are you getting at Demi?" He asks and I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths before reaching over towards my purse on his coffee table. I could practically feel him burning a hole through the side of my head as I rummaged through my purse finally finding the small and glossy black and grey picture. I slowly pulled it out and handed it to him not daring to look at him. I felt his free hand take it from mine as I kept my eyes locked on my feet on the floor. "What am I looking at?" He asks clueless.

"An ultrasound." I whisper and I think it finally clicked because his hand that was on my knee pulled away and I closed my eyes tightly as the tears started freely flowing down my cheeks and my heart started to ache. This was it. He was going to get pissed and kick me out. Or he would judge me or say that it wasn't his baby and I would be on my own. I've given up on Luke anyways and I know this isn't Wilmer's baby. I don't even know how long I sat there silently crying begging in my mind for Odell to say something when I finally felt a shift on the couch and then he was stood up and started pacing around his living room.

"Is it mine?" I finally hear his quiet voice and I open my eyes and look up to see him now leaning against his other coach staring down at the ultrasound picture with a look of uncertainty.

"I-I think so." I reply just as quiet and he looks up at me with furrowed brows.

"You think?" He repeats questioning and I lick my lips as I start running my hands through my hair anxiously.

"I... I don't know." I finally mutter out feeling all this shame come over me. More than it already has and I felt completely defeated.

"What the fuck? I knew you were seeing other people, but sleeping with them too? Who else were you fucking?" He asks enraged and that just added to my shame and embarrassment.

"I think I should go." I whimper slightly as I stand up grabbing my purse and phone. He didn't respond, but just as I made it to his door as I text max if he can come get me, I heard his voice.

"You're not leaving til we talk about this. You can't just throw this shit in my face, not even have a definitive answer if this kid is mine or not and then leave. Nah.. we're not doing that shit." He says in a slightly angered tone. Or maybe frustrated. It's hard to tell.

"I told you I don't know Odell. I.. I don't know what else to tell you. I'm pregnant and there's a fifty percent chance this is your baby. I can't do a paternity test til I'm twelve weeks pregnant and I don't even know if I want to do it yet because it's dangerous. I knew I needed to tell you though and I was hoping you would be decent enough to not add to the shame I already feel." I rant out as I turn to face him with tears continuing to fall down my face. "I'm sorry for disrupting your life. I can easily walk out this door and never bother you again if that's what you want." I then say sniffling as I try to wipe my tears away.

"I know I may seem like a dick in the public eye, but that's one thing I'll never do. If this is my kid then I'm here and I promise you that right now. This is fucking crazy and happening at a terrible time, but I will step up and be a father if that's what I am." He finally replies after taking a deep breath and I let out a relaxed sigh as I felt a ton of weight lift off my shoulders.