Having 001s Child (Peter Ballard x Y/N Smut)

THREE- manners

I woke up, to instead being in Peters arms, I was holding a pillow. Was it all a dream? Hopefully not.

I get up even though my eyes are heavy, and look at the clock. It reads 7A.M. Fuck, how long was I asleep for? Didn't I fall asleep at like 6P.M last night? I must've been just so tired at how quick everything has happened. Literally, if you told me just 24 hours ago I would be forced to have a super hot man's child, that day, I would've thought you were crazy.

I look down, and also notice the white outfit he had on yesterday was gone from my floor, too.

I exit my bedroom and the sun beams into the windows over the balcony. I walk into the bathroom to see if Peter is maybe in the shower, but he's not. I then go to my bathroom, and he's also not in that shower. Where the hell is he?

I walk downstairs, because maybe he's making breakfast even though there is no smell of breakfast foods. I walk into the kitchen, having little hope he's maybe making cereal, but he isn't there.

Peter left.

And I want to find him.

I look around the house a little more, to maybe try to find a note, but it isn't there either.

Did he not like me? Was all of that a lie? Will I be left alone pregnant with his child, and never see him again, and then have to give that child up to out of all people, Brenner?

Because of that, I get into my car to try to find him. I decide to check the hotel, because I told him to stay there.

Just in case though, even tho it's like a 1 minute drive to the hotel I drive slowly down the streets, looking into the woods to see if he may be there, but there's no trace of him.

I pull into the parking lot and run into the office desk, to talk to the receptionist.

"Goodmorning. What could you need today?" The lady asks.

"Yeah, do you have someone checked in with the name, Peter Ballard?" I ask her.

"Hm. Let me check my files," She says, reaching at the papers full of names of people who are staying here.

"Yes. He checked in last night at around midnight." The lady says. "He will be staying here until tomorrow night."

"Oh, thank you. Have you seen him leave this morning, or anything?" I ask.

"No. Even if he did, I would know because nobody could miss that handsome face of his." She says.

"Haha yeah." I laugh.

"Can I see him?" I ask.

"Yeah, just knock, he is in room 110." The receptionist says.

"Okay, thank you." I say.

"Oh, and wait. Just in case anything happened to you guys, like a break up or anything, because you both just look oh so young, here is my bisnuess card. I am a therapist, too." She says.

I am caught off gaurd, but I guess if I was in hee position, and some young girl came rushing into the hotel to find a also young man, I would think they have broken up, too.

"Oh, we'll, why thank you." I say, with a smile.

I might not need her for a break up, but I may need her for help on my past trauma.

I scan the doors and finally find door 110.

I knock, and after a few moments, the door opens. I am so mad at him, but I rush into his room before slamming the door shut.

"Peter, what the hell? You could've atleast left a note or something." I yell, in a whisper.

"Y/N, I'm sorry I didn't think it was right to stay the night with you. I thought you would be mad." He says.

"What are you going to do tommorrow night when you can't stay anywhere?" I ask him.

"I don't know. I- don't know. I was going to go back to your house." He says.

Oh my god. What a idiot, I would've gave him the money when he woke up, and I didn't care if he stayed with me. Well. I did, I just, wasn't expecting him to leave. What the fuck am I thinking?

"You could've stayed. Or, did you just leave because you don't like me?" I blurt out.

"No. I do. I would do what we did yesterday again. Papa just taught me to have good manners, and let people have their personal space." He says.

"Oh Jesus Christ Peter. Don't ever call Dr. Brenner 'Papa' again." I say.

He huffs. "Whatever for my girl."

I blush. "So, um, how did you even pay for this?" I ask.

"I used the $20 i've had since I was 12 years old." He says.

"12? Like, you've never made any money since?" I ask.

"No. I haven't. I'll tell you later." He says.

Ughhhhh. So much he has to say. How has he not made any money since he was 12?!

"Why don't you come with me, to the bank, to get you some money." I say.

"Yes. That will be fine." He says, with a smile.

We stay silent for the car ride back, barely speaking. Once we get there, and get out of the car, I tell him,

"I'll give you $50k for the 11 months. It will do you well. You can get yourself a apartment, whatever you need." I say.

"How will I pay you back? I could never let such a pretty girl go off giving me so much money, and not paying her back." Peter says, as he touches a strand of my hair.

"No. It's okay. No worries." I say, with a smile, and I pat the top of his head back.

We walk into the bank, and he gets his 50k.

"Well, um. I guess this is it." I say.

"Yeah." He says.

"Here, I'll give you my number. Come over to my car. I have a notepad." I tell him.

"How will I call you?" He asks.

"Just, get yourself a phone. You can pay for it." I say, grabbing the notepad and pen.

"Oh. Yes. I can. How much do they cost, Y/N?" He asks.

"Um.. about $500." I say, writing down the number.

I give him the notepad, and he places it in his pockets.

"I guess I'll call you, when I get the phone. I will go to the store." He says.

"Want me to drive you?" I ask.

"Sure. I can then get a taxi with my phone." He says.

"Or, a pay phone if that doesn't work." I say.

"Yes, or a pay phone." He says. "I'll look at apartments too."

"Okay, good plan. You should call me when you get one." I say.

We get the store, and he buys his phone and they give him a number. I go back out to my car to write down his number.

"So, I'll call you soon, okay?" I say.

"That sounds good." He says with a smile.

"I guess this is it. Bye, Peter. See you soon." I say.

"See you." He says.

He then, leans in to give me a kiss goodbye. Even though I'll probably see him soon.

But he hasn't called for the past week. And I haven't seen him for the past week.

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