Her Name Was Summer

Too Much

I placed the fourth pregnancy test out on the table, each reading positive. I was in shock and utter disbelief. I sat next to Beck and she lightly rubbed my back. Then she turned my face to hers.

"Whatever you choose to do, I'm here for you kid." She whispered and a tear ran down my cheek. She quickly wiped it away and embraced me in a hug.

"I don't even remember when my last period was..." I whisper.

"That's okay dear, we'll go to the doctor's office right now. Everything is gonna be fine."

And off we went. The doctor told me I was about eight weeks along, which only brought me more panic. Alex and I had only gotten together a month ago, meaning that Jack is the father. Beck saw me disassociating and spiralling in the car and placed her hand onto mine as she drove us home. She parked in the driveway and neither of us left the car.

"It's Jack's, isn't it?" She asked and I nodded. "Are you going to tell him?"

"I mean I should, shouldn't I?" I asked and she shrugged.

"I guess it depends on what you're going to tell him. When's the last time you spoke to him?"

"When I dropped off his stuff, so about three weeks ago." I stated and she paused.

"He doesn't know about Alex." I nodded to confirm. "You have some time to make a decision... just make sure it's your decision hun."

When I woke up, I was still in Andy's arms. It was dark so I know I was out for a long time, and the sound of my stomach growling woke him. He chuckled and looked down at me, "I thought that was my stomach." He brushed my hair away from my face, "How are you feeling?"

I sighed, "Not great... I feel lost." I uttered.

Andy started rubbing my back, "Don't worry, Beck will be here in the morning." He stated.

"You called her?" I asked.

"You said you needed her before you passed out so I called her and bought her a flight for the morning."

"Thank you." I whispered.

My stomach growled again, we both chuckled this time. "Okay Missy, we need to eat." I nodded.

We both got up, he took my hand and lead me to the kitchen. He opened the cabinet above my head to grab spaghetti noodles and tomato sauce, and his eyes met mine. We stared at each other for awhile. It felt like I was seeing him for the first time. His stomach growled which made both of us break from this moment and smile.

"Sorry, I haven't eaten all day." He said turning to fill a pot with water in the sink.

"Did you stay with me the entire time I was passed out?" I asked and he didn't answer. I tugged on his shirt and he turned to face me. "Did you?" I asked again.

He gave me a quick smile and avoided eye contact, "I didn't want you to wake up alone." He said, grabbing the pot and putting it on the stove. He started boiling it and took out some vegetables from the fridge. I sat down at the island and watched as he chopped up onion, garlic, mushrooms, and a number of other things. I watched as he glimpsed up at me every now and again, but couldn't look me in the eye. It was making me anxious. Could he know? Did I let something slip when I was asleep? I'm not one to talk in my sleep but why else would he be avoiding eye contact?

"Oh by the way, Alex called when were passed out. I hope you don't mind but I answered your phone." He said and looked away again.

"What did he call about?" I asked, already knowing the answer.