Starting Over

Beg (Part 2)

"What's the surprise," Trevor asked as we walked up the front steps of my porch.

After what happened yesterday, I told him I had a surprise for him as a thank you for everything that he did.

"We're almost there," I told him.

"What's at your house," he asked for the thousandth time.

"We're almost there," I repeated, laughing.

I rang the doorbell, and waited patiently for Trevor's "surprise" to open the door.

"Trevor," my dad answered the door, coldly.

"Mr. Brown," Trevor said, even though it sounded more like a question.

Then, my dad broke out into a broad smile, and Trevor's shoulders dropped in relaxation.

"Come in," my father beckoned. It was like my father never left the house - before the pregnancy.

I jumped when Trevor grabbed my hand, and waited for me to lead my way into the house.  He had never held my hand before, and it felt good. His hand was a little rough, but I liked it.  

Trevor did not let my hand go all throughout lunch - not when he gave my mom a hug, not when he and Delaney practiced a "secret" handshake, not when his mom called to ask about him picking something up for his house, when we ate lunch, or when he gave my father a firm handshake to say farewell. And it was a sweaty, amazing experience.

Trevor and I sat on the porch swing in silence for a few minutes.  "Thank you so much for coming," I said, breaking the silence.

"Thank you for having me. Your father seems like a really great man, and I can tell he really loves you."

"Yeah," I responded. "I just wish he didn't leave us for so long." Trevor grabbed me, pulling me close and letting me rest my head on his shoulder.

"I'm just glad he came back," Trevor said soothingly. I appreciated that he did not ask why he left, and I took a labored breath that meant tears were threatening to come.  "Don't cry, Cass."

When I didn't say anything, Trevor continued, "I'm so glad that you're okay. I was so worried last night when you had to go to the hospital." He squeezed my shoulder. "I was up all night, praying that you were alright. What if something was wrong?"

"Trevor, I'm fine. I promise you, I just...," I trailed off, thinking that maybe if I tell him why I had to go to the hospital, I wouldn't feel so bad for making him feel bad.  That way, he would know before we got too serious, and I wouldn't hurt him as much.

"Why did you have to go to the hospital?"

Now's the time, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath. At the end of this breath, I will tell Trevor the truth.

"Well it doesn't really matter because...," he trailed off, lost in his thoughts. "I love y-"

"I'm pregnant."

Trevor gasped, moving his arm from around me and quickly standing up from the swing.

"What," we said at the same time.

It felt like the whole world slowed and my heart was about to drop from my butt and shatter onto the porch.  My eyes stung from the impending tears, and my throat felt like sandpaper.

"Are you fucking serious, Cassidy," Trevor asked. He wasn't yelling at me, which I would have preferred. I deserved more than a measly curse word from him. He put his head in his hands then looked back at me.  "Well, are you," he asked, louder than before.

I nodded, unable to get the words from my mouth.

Trevor nodded back, as if accepting it for himself, and stopped a tear from running down his face.

"Okay," he said.

And with that, he walked to his car and drove away.

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