Happy Together (YBF Love Story)

Chapter 18: Can You Keep A Secret?

⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️
Blood, Mentions of Abortion, Medicine, and Nudity.

Wednesday, January 25, 2023

It's been officially three weeks since I left Peter at the park. I roll over to see 9:24 on my nightstand and look back at the sun through my curtains. I get up and go to take a shower; leaving my pajmas on the bed. Peter has been trying to stalk me here lately, so I actually bought a room at a motel last week with all of my tip money; there goes getting a car. I just don't want to deal with him right now, and I'm afraid he's going to get dangerous. I get out of the shower and walk into my room...my pajamas are gone. I arch my brow and look to my left at the window to see someone's shadow right there. I glare and head to it "Really, Peter? It's one thing to stalk me in the shower, but it's another thing to steal my clothes! Give them ba-" I cut myself off as I open the curtains from the middle and immediately freeze. It's a guy in his mid-30s with blonde hair, brown eyes, and is wearing a dark blue jumper with 'Joey' on his left peck. He looks at me with just as much shock and a dark blush as he drops his supplies and his jaw "U-uhhh, I-I'm sorry to bother ya, miss. I'm just here to clean the windows!" He stammers, lifting his hands in surrender. I nod awkwardly "I'm sorry...I thought you were someone else." I say. We both stand here awkwardly before he smiles "Uh...nice room." He says before tipping his dark blue hat with 'Fishbowl Window Tinting' on the front "Thank you." I say as he now awkwardly steps to my right; away from the window and out of my view. I sigh and shut my curtains; that was awkward.

SNAP!

I jump and almost fall to my floor if I wouldn't have gripped my bed. I look around my room and growl; what keeps making that noise?! I now walk over to my nightstand and pull out my drawer to get long, pink pajamas and see my phone dinging a red light...I missed a call. I tap my screen with my left index finger to see that it's from Dr. Browning; I'll have to call him later. I walk in my bathroom and look at my medication. I usually would take two, but since I'm pregnant I'll just take one, what's the worse that could happen with that? I sigh, put on my clothes, and walk downstairs to the lobby. "Don!" I call out before tapping on his open door with my left hand. Don comes in from his room and looks at me while holding his right index finger up as he's on the phone "Yes, I agree. The thing is, though, is that we had an agreement. And I would like to see him on his birthday...Look, Karen, he's turning 16 next week, there is nothing wrong with me surprising him...he needs a license, Karen...okay, you know what? I'm at work, like, I am actually at work, and I don't have the time nor energy to fight with you. Tell Kaden that I love him, will ya?" He asks before hanging up. He now looks at me. "Sorry, just some issues with the future ex-wife. What's going on?" He asks "Oh, uh, I just had a guy by my window...his name is Joey?" I say questioningly "Oh, yeah, he works for the window tinting company that I hired. I'm trying to get the windows redone." He says as I nod "Okay, because we just had a rather awkward staredown, and I just wanted to make sure that he wasn't a peeping tom or any-" Don starts laughing "I can see where you'd think that. But he's actually married, him and his partner own the company." He says as I nod with wide eyes "Ohh. Okay, so I was also wondering. I don't go to work for another few weeks, but I am really needing some extra money right now. Is it okay if I can help you around here until then?" I ask "Hmm. Well, there is something you could do. I will pay you $100 if you paint all these doors down here, except mine of course. I've been really trying to clean this place up for awhile now, and I need to get these doors done. If you think you can do that, that'd be perfect and a big help." He says as he gestures around to the bottom floor. I nod and smile "Yeah, I can handle that. When do you want me to start?" I ask as he smiles "You can start now if you'd like. I have to do bills and search Gbay, so just yell at me if you need help." He says as I nod "Alright." I say as he walks to the back. I look around the room and wait for Don when my vision starts to get a little blurry. I blink a few times "Yvonne?" I look back at Don; he has a paint bucket in his right hand. I smile "Yeah, sorry. Just had a spell for a second, I'm fine." I say quickly. Don arches his brow but shrugs it off "Alright, so I decided to go with a sand white. Just paint the outsides for now." He says as I nod. I carry the paint bucket and count the doors; I have ten doors. I am thankful I don't have that many to do. I start on a couple of doors and get them done while Don stayed quiet in his office. As I get to the fourth door I start to cramp, it's really sharp too. I gasp and hold my stomach before feeling something wet...I look around and head to the bathroom discreetly; only to find blood. I arch my brow...I don't think this is supposed to happen? I take a deep breath; maybe it's just stress? Or maybe I'm not pregnant at all? I gasp again at another cramp before standing up. I hold my abdomen with both arms. I now open the door to hear hearty laughter. I arch my brow and look from behind the door; a tall figure is standing at the office entrance with their hands in their pockets. I slowly step away from the door and shut it quietly "That was when I had realized that I wanted the divorce, haha." Don says. I hear an awkward chuckle...that voice, and the rich smell of B.O. and cigarettes. I back away. "As for her, I don't know. I don't want to pick sides. I actually have her working for me now, painting doors. It sounds like she is definitely hiding som-oh, look, there she is behind you!" Don says quickly as he points with both hands and I freeze. The figure turns around; it's Peter. He has dark eyebags, and looks disheveled; as if he has slept in his clothes for days with no shower. He looks like a mess! He stares at me with a dead expression as Don gets behind him. "He's been coming in here for days, and you've disappeared on everyone. I am going to lunch, and while I'm gone you two need to hash this out. Goodbye." He said before running out the door; leaving us. Silence fills the whole building as we stand seven feet apart from each other. I look around awkwardly as I try to think of a way to escape this madness "How are you...?" He asks, too late. I shrug before feeling another sharp cramp "F-f-fine...you?" I ask. Peter arches his brow "You don't seem fine. Where have you been? I've been all over Utah trying to find you." He says as I roll my eyes "A hotel. I just, needed, to get away." I say "And you didn't think of telling anyone? I was terrified that something had happened to you." He says "Well, you don't need to be, Peter. Ughh, look, this is a lot why I-I left, ugh!" I gasp out "Why? Because I care about you?" "You're obsessed, Peter! And you want to try to control my life! I don't want that around me. It's not ri-" I grunt and lean against the wall "Are you sure you're o-" "Yes, I am okay! I'm perfectly peachy! Look, I just worry about things. One minute you act like you love me, and the next you act like you could kidnap me, lock me in a basement, and cut off my leg or something!" I exclaim. Peter looks at me aghast "How do I know that you wouldn't do something like that to me?! I think you're being ridiculous about all this! You asked a question, I told you how I felt, and then you just run away!" He exclaims as I now hold my abdomen "So why did you c-come here?" I ask "I came because I want to see you, because I was hoping that we could just talk things out, because I hate fighting wi...Yvonne?" He asks. I start feeling dizzy and I slowly slide down to the floor; the pain really starting to become immense. I gasp out while seeing Peter get on his haunches to look at me. "Hey, look at me. What is it?" He asks before looking down my body, only to look horrified. "You're bleeding." He says. I look down to see blood staining my jeans. Don comes in and I hear them both shouting at each other "Yvonne! She's dazed." Don says "H...hospital." I say slowly "Do we need to go if it's just yo-" "It's not my period, you moron! I need a hospital!" I breathe out before everything goes black...I wake up to a beeping sound, and I open my eyes to see a bright light. Yep, I am back in the hospital. I sit up slowly when I feel hands on my shoulders, and look up at Lucy's face "Lay back down. You need to rest." She says before pulling away. I lay back against my pillow as she types on her phone "How did I get here?" I ask "Peter. He drove you here while Don and I followed. I was just heading home when you collapsed." She says "Oh...well, has Dr. Browning came in yet?" I ask. Lucy shakes her head "No, other than for treatment. I've only been back here with you the last ten minutes. Peter wanted to be back here, but because him and Don had a fist fight they have to stay outside." Lucy explains. I look over to my right to see Peter in the window; his left eye is black and he has a bloody lip. He puts his index and middle fingers in the shape of a heart before Don shoves him away and waves at me. Peter now shoves against him and they both glare at each other. I look away and cross my arms. "Boys will be boys, I guess." Lucy says with a shrug before looking down at me "Yeah, no kidding." I say "So, I need to ask. Did you do-" "No. The last thing I remember is that Peter and I were fighting." I say before we look back to the window to see Security taking Don and Peter "TK would have been here, but I told them to just keep working, and that you were gonna be alright." She states before looking at me. "It is odd the way you've been acting. You're withdrawn, you want to be alone, you just up and leave. Why?" She asks "I just have a lot on my mind is all." I reply "That's not a good enough answer, Yvonne." She says before Dr. Browning comes in "Ah, you're finally awake. So, you took your medicine, how many did you take?" He asks "I just took one. I was afraid I was having anxiety, why?" I ask "Well, it's a lucky thing you got here when you did, as you were in the process of a chemical abortion." He says "What? No, I didn't think it'd do that! Is-" "Yes, the baby is fine. You got here just in time before any damage was done. All I ask is that you keep off your feet and relax. You already are at high-risk. It's imperative that you find ways to calm down those stress levels. Also, I called you earlier this morning for paperwork." He says before handing me a peice of paper. "You conceived December 12, so this makes you six weeks. The due date is September 18, right down here." He says before pointing at the due date with his right index finger. I look at him "So is everything okay now?" I ask "Things were shaky for a minute there, but you're stable now. Just, please head home and relax from stress." He says with a slight desperation in his tone before stepping to the doorway. "I'm going to discharge you. But if you have any concerns, please, give me a call before deciding for yourself." He says before waving his right hand and leaving. I sigh and shake my head. How could I have done this? I look to my left, and realize that Lucy has been here this whole time. She looks like a deer in the headlights for a moment before glaring down at me "Are you kidding me right now?" She asks "How much of that did you hear...?" I ask slowly "Oh, I heard all of it. Or, what, you would have hid that even longer?" She asks as I roll my eyes "Lucy, lo-" "No, don't you Lucy me. You know, I've been trying to figure what could be wrong with you since you were so determined that it wasn't pregnancy. When did you find out?" She asks "When I went on the 3rd. Look, I was going to tell people, okay? Just not yet." I say "Well, you could have told me, Yvonne! I wouldn't have said anything. And you're high-risk, for what exactly?" She asks "The baby is AB-. It's Rh-Incompatibility. Like I said, I would have told pe-" "When? You could have hurt the kid and it's not even here yet. I would have told you not to take your meds like this, Yvonne...is it Peter's?" She asks. I nod "Yes. I certainly haven't been with anyone else." I say. "But you can't tell him anything, Lucy, please." I beg "Why? Because he's going to know eventually." She says "Look, he's going to be relentless with a child, and on me. He's probably going to strip me of my rights, and I don't want that." I say "What do you mean? I'm not his number one fan, but even I know that he wouldn't try to hurt you intentionally or anything. He was a wreck in the Waiting Room." She says as a few nurses come in...after a few minutes we head to the Waiting Room with me begging Lucy not to tell Peter. Lucy crosses her arms "So, he said that you shouldn't have a job. Look, if you're already high-risk I don't think you should work either." She says "Lucy, I need a life. I can't let him control every aspect." I say "And I agree with you, but don't you think you might have mistook what he said? Maybe only listened to one part?" She asks "There they are." Don says as Peter rushes to me. He holds my arms "Are you okay?" He asks as I nod and step away "I'm fine. Just had some severe cramps is all." I say "That was a lot...well, I'm glad you're okay." He says "Yeah, I guess." I say. Lucy looks around awkwardly "Hey, Peter." She says. I look back at her with pleading eyes "Yeah?" He asks. She looks at both of us a few times before sighing. "Please take care of her." She says "You know I do." He says before looking at me. "Are you needing anything? Just say the word, I'll get it for you." He says "Right now. I would just like to get home." I say. Peter nods "Okay. You really scared me back there." He says with a chuckle. I look back at Lucy and smile softly at her. She grins slightly and walks with Don. Peter wraps his arms around me. "Please don't shut me out anymore, Darling. I'm sorry if I've done anything wrong." He whispers "It's okay. I just have a lot on my mind." I say as he pulls away "Let me drive you home." He says as I nod. We get pretty quiet as the drive feels awkward; tension so sharp it feels like a knife. I lean against the window as he drives. "So...uh, maybe after your period is over. We can try again, I know third time's the charm." He says "Maybe after awhile, Peter. Okay? It really won't be necessary." I say "Okay, whenever you want it. I really miss you, Darling. I don't want to push you, and I don't want you to be miserable." He says as I nod. I am so thankful that Lucy didn't say anything...but how am I going to go about telling him? He's going to go nuts, and I can't let that happen with the baby. I need to keep my stress down, whatever it takes.

AN: It's been a hectic few weeks, but things are slowly working out. I figured I'd try to get chapter done quickly as I have Revival all week. I love you guys, and see you next Wednesday (or Saturday if you follow my channel)!