Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

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"Dad?" I asked. It was already late afternoon, and we had been sitting in a comfortable silence.

"Yes?" He put down his phone and looked at me.

"I think you should go home tonight." I said, after thinking about it for some time. I didn't want to sound like I didn't appreciate them being here. It's just I wanted to be alone.

"Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Both of you have been here for a couple of days now taking care of me, but now that I am fine, you need to take care of yourself. You need a shower and a good night's sleep." I explained.

"You are saying that we stink?" My brother gasped from the corner of the room.

"A little, yeah. But in your case I am afraid that it's congenital." I started to laugh after seeing Alex's face expression.

"Very mature, soon to be mom." Alex stuck his tongue out at me. And I was the immature one?

"Are you sure, honey? We don't mind staying another night." Dad ignored our little bickering.

"I am sure. I really do feel fine. Please. I don't want to start to worry about you." I smiled and squeezed his hand in mine.

"Alright. I guess you are right. But call if anything, ok?" He looked straight into my eyes.

"I promise." I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom before we go?" Alex snickered.

"Just leave already," I groaned.

"Fine. I know when I am not wanted. But be warned, I'LL BE BACK." Alex said the last part like a terminator. I couldn't contain myself and started to laugh.

"Dad, you sure they didn't give you the wrong baby in the hospital? It just doesn't make sense for me to have him for a twin brother." I laughed.

"Sometimes I wonder the same thing," he chuckled, while Alex glared at him.

"Ha ha, very funny. All this love is making me sick. I'm out of here." Alex came to my side and pinches my cheek. "Take care of my niece or nephew."

I swatted his hand away and glared at him while he left, smiling.

"Well, I'm going as well. See you tomorrow. Love you." Dad kissed my forehead.

"Love you too." I answered.

I enjoyed an hour or so by myself when the door to my room opened.

"Hello again, Amabel. I see you have some time for yourself." Doctor Travis came into the room with a friendly smile on his face.

His easy going and friendly aura made me smile as well.

"Yeah, I just needed this. Too much thoughts on my mind that need to be sorted out." I sighed.

"That's understandable. Know that if you can always talk to me. I am a good listener and I can keep secrets." He winked.

"Good to know," I chuckled.

"I came here to tell you that if tomorrow all the tests come out good, I see no need to keep you here any longer. So a day after tomorrow you could go home," the doctor told me the good news.

I couldn't help myself and squealed from excitement. I hated hospitals to the core, and this made me so happy.

"Finally! I can't wait to get out of here," I grinned.

"I hope it has nothing to do with me." Travis narrowed his eyes but still had a smile on his face.

"No, no. I just can't stand hospitals in general. I don't understand how you can work here." I said truthfully.

"Well, patients like you help a lot. Plus, the horrible food in the cafeteria is to die for," Travis joked.

"Maybe I should bring you one of my dad's cooked meals. He is the best I know. Now that's food to die for," I said, not really thinking about how that sounded. I realized that it seemed like flirting after Tyler came closer and sat on my bed and not in the chair.

"I would love that. I remember one party where he brought home made hamburgers. Still remember the taste to this day." He winked at me.

"Yeah," I started to feel a little awkward.

"You know..." he started to say something, but doors opened and he was interrupted.

"What the hell is going on here?" Tyler narrowed his eyes at doctor Travis, who had leaned a little closer to me. This must have looked pretty bad, because I was sitting up and hugging my knees, so there was not much space between us.

"Tyler? What are you doing here?" I asked, though that was a stupid question. Alex probably called him.

"I came here to visit you, but it seems you already have a company to enjoy." Tyler gritted through his teeth. Was he jealous of Dr. Rakel?

"It's alright. I was just checking up on Amabel." He said politely to Tyler, who just kept glaring at him. After receiving silence, he then turned to me. "I'll come by tomorrow and then we'll go from there."

"Ok. By doctor." I said politely.

"Travis." He reminded to call him by his name.

"Right, Travis," I chuckled and waved as he left.

The moment the door closed after him, the tension in this room grew ten times. My heart started to pound like crazy and I didn't know where to look.

Tyler, on the other hand, kept looking at me with an unreadable expression. He walked to the side of my bed and sat down in the chair my dad had occupied for the past few days.

I cleared my throat. "Hi." I whispered. Why this was so awkward?

"I wanted to visit earlier, but your family was adamant to keep me away." After a moment, he spoke.

"They were just worried about me. It was nothing personal." Though that was a lie. They just didn't want him anywhere near me.

"Sure it wasn't." He huffed. After that, we fell into an awkward silence once more. Probably this was awkward just for me, because Tyler seemed to be in a deep thought.

Was this a good time to speak up? What could I say? That I'm pregnant with his child? Probably I should, but I was not ready. The thought just scared me so much. What would he say? How would he act? Would he be happy or lash out at me and demanded an abortion? Besides, I didn't know what I wanted myself. The one thing I knew was that I could never get rid of the baby even if I was not ready. I had an amazing and supportive family that would help, so I wouldn't be entirely alone.

And still, what if Tyler didn't want to be a dad? How could I possibly raise a kid when his dad is around, but wants nothing to do with us?

"What are you thinking about so hard?" I was suddenly brought back from my little mental breakdown. I hadn't even noticed that I started to bite my finger. I hadn't done that in years. It was an annoying trait when I was younger and nervous about something.

"Nothing." I quickly answered, but it was clear he didn't believe me. I was glad he let it go, though.

"I think this is already overdue and we finally need to talk. Really talk." Tyler said, and I sighed. I knew this day would come, but I didn't think it would be this soon.

"Alright. Let's talk."