Bianca's POV
Just as I tried to tell him, I couldn't even get any words out of my mouth, I just started balling again.
"Come on," Wesley said. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."
Yeah, Right! Think what you want! I wanted to scream. You're not the one who's gonna be kicked out of the house that the person you really love lives in.
"Bianca... Please just tell me." Wesley said quietly.
Just come out and tell him, Bianca, if he lets you stay, or if he kicks you out, he does have a right to know.
"You promise me that you won't leave me?" I asked.
"Promise" He said, with no hesitation.
"I'm..." I started, suddenly wondering if I would even be able to tell him, "I'm... I'm pregnant." I said quietly.
"That's it?" Wesley said with a laugh, "That's all you were worried about telling me? What did you think I was gonna do? Kick you out or something?" Wesley started laughing.
You have no idea. I wanted to tell him.
Wesley leaned down and kissed my forehead. I let out a sigh of relief, thankful that he wasn't gonna leave or make me leave.
Right then, the doorbell rang.
"Go figure, someone has to show up right now."
"I'm fine, Wesley, go see who it is." I said.
"You sure?" He asked.
"Yeah."
But that wasn't the part that put me on edge, he left his phone in the bathroom, sitting on the bathroom floor, right next to me.
When it started to ring it really shouldn't have have bothered me, because the name on it read Blake.
But, the picture was a girl with red hair, in a Hooters outfit, with her arms around Wesley's shoulders, smiling!
Shit, was all I could think, hoping the answer wasn't what I thought it was.
