Never Saw This Coming

Two Problems in One Night.

Xander

When I got to Janae's about forty-five minutes ago, she explained to me the situation way clearer than Valdez did. She told me that she had only had sex with Max and me in the last two months because she's been way too busy with school and work. She is a law student, so there's no surprise there. She reminded me that we didn't use protection but said that she and Max did. So, basically, I'm fucking screwed and I'm going to be a baby daddy. My pops would be proud of me I just know it.

I told her that I could take her to get some tests and that I'd pay for them if she wanted. She accepted the offer so now I'm standing outside the communal bathroom on her floor, waiting for her to take the tests. She told me she brought three different kinds. I've never had this shit happen to me so I'm as nervous as anyone in this fucking situation would be.

I look towards Maddy's room, hoping she doesn't step out. Hoping anyone doesn't come out actually. I'm not about to explain a thing. It's been about ten minutes waiting out here and if I'm right, it doesn't take that fucking long. I swear my heart is about to burst out of my fucking chest right now. I lift my t-shirt to wipe the sweat off my forehead. I'm sweating already and I haven't even stepped foot in the gym.

A while back, I asked my trainer to set me up in a small boxing match. It's been a while since I've been in an actual fight and lately, I've been feeling the need to punch something more than a punching bag. He told me he could do that and he called the other day telling me who my opponent was going to be. His name is Nayte Johnson. I know who he is because he goes to the gym and I've seen him train a couple of times. He's actually a boxer, unlike me. He's a bit bigger than I am too, but I'm not scared.

I can keep a clean fight if he's willing to do it too.

The door to the bathroom opens, catching my attention. Janae's eyes are reddened and puffy already. Ah, hell. There goes my fucking life. My face and heart both drop. She wipes her nose with the long sleeve flannel she wears. "What?" I say, my voice is softer than usual. I don't want to scare her right now, she's probably as terrified as me. She hands me the three tests. I don't look down at them, preparing myself mentally for what's to come.

I look at the first one. Two lines mean pregnant, one line means not pregnant. Her test has one line. I furrow my brows, looking at another brand of test. This one has the same directions, one line again. The next one has the clear  'Not pregnant' words on it. I can't contain the fucking smile on my face but it quickly fades when I realize Janae is in front of me. Crying. "Wait, why are you crying?" I say. She shakes her head, "I thought I was pregnant and I got excited because a doctor told me it was going to be hard for me to get pregnant one day." Well shit, now I feel like a complete dick.

Black streaks run down her cheeks from her mascara. I hand her back the tests and she takes them, shoving them into her large pocket. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Janae. I didn't know that," I say sincerely. I want kids — in the fucking future— so I'd be upset if I wasn't able to have them at all. I hug her on instinct and she hugs me back, crying onto my white shirt. Fuck, I don't even really care right now. I rub her back for a while and then Maddy's door opens.

She steps out, eyes immediately landing on me. Shit. I try to pull away but Janae holds on tight. Maddy doesn't keep eye contact with me for long before closing her door and leaving the hall. The one person that I didn't want to see tonight. Janae pulls away finally, wiping her face. "I'm kind of relieved though," she says through sniffles. I smile, "Yeah?" She nods. "I don't think you'd be a suitable father for my kid." Well, damn, I didn't expect that response. I frown and furrow my brows.

"Well you're like the biggest fuckboy I know and you'd probably be an absentee father, I deserve more than that," she adds. My mouth gapes a bit in surprise. I didn't want to be your child's father anyway, I almost say. Nevertheless, if the world wasn't on my side tonight and it would have gone a different way, I actually would've been a great fucking father. I would step up to the plate just like my dad did when he had me. I pick my duffel bag up from the floor and sling it over my shoulder. "Nice," I say, giving her a fake smile.