Saved - Ronnie Radke

Pregnant

Juliet's POV

"Sure," I smiled up at him. I took the piece of art off of the wall and handed it to him. He grinned looking at it. We began walking, when I reached the bar, I talked to Jake. "Hey, I need my jacket," I said.

Jake raised and eyebrow and handed me the jacket, "have a good night Juliet, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yep," I smiled and began walking, "so, where are we going? I just moved here and I know like nothing about Manhattan." I laughed. It was true, I was from Rochester  and I hadn't been to Manhattan before.

"Do you like Italian?" He asked as we approached his car. I stared at it, seeing it was a Porsche.

"Of course," I smiled, "who doesn't?"

He chuckled, "Quality Italian it is."

I smiled when we reached his car. He placed the painting in the back and opened my door for me. I thanked him and got inside. He began driving, flipping on the radio, "you can change the station." He said.

I nodded, flipping through the radio stations, all of them rock music. I smiled to myself. When I pressed number six, I heard Ronnie's voice, making me quickly switch the station. I can't remember the last time I listened to his music.

When we reached the restaurant, I saw a line forming on the sidewalk next to it. "We don't have to eat here," I said as he parked the car.

"Come on," he smiled, turning off the car and running around to my side. I grabbed his hand, helping myself out of the car. All of this was new to me, I'd never eaten at a place like this.

He closed my door and put a hand on my back, leading me straight to the door. I was confused, why were we skipping the line? He opened the door for me and we headed straight to a table.

He pulled my chair out for me and pushed it in when I sat down. I smiled at him. "I feel stupid, I never did ask your name," I quietly laughed.

"One sec," he said, reaching his arms up and pulling off his dark sunglasses. I felt my blood run cold.

"Ronnie?!" I yelled.

"Shh," he lightly chuckled, looking around at all of the couples looking at us.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper yelled.

"I came to see you," he smiled.

"Oh my god, I'm so stupid," my face fell into my hands, "I fucking flirted with you!"

"I know," I could feel his smirk.

I looked up at him, "why did you spend half a million dollars on a painting?"

"Because I wanted to buy it," he said, "that was me, wasn't it?" He asked.

"Don't flatter yourself, I painted it years ago." I said.

"I meant what I said," he said.

"What?"

"You're beautiful," he smiled.

"Thanks I guess," I rolled my eyes, "how did you know I was in New York?"

"Chelsea," he answered.

"I'm gonna fucking kill her," I groaned.

"Juliet," he sighed, "can we please just try to talk? I want you back in my life."

"Ronnie, it's been seven years," I looked at him.

"I know, and I still think about you every day."

I felt myself weakly smile, "you can have my time for however long we are at this restaurant."

He smiled, "good."

"Well, go ahead," I said.

"What has been up with your life?" He asked.

"Let's see, I moved to Oregon, started animating and drawing, moved to New York because someone gave me a job as a full time painter, and began selling art." I answered.

"No boyfriends?" He asked.

"I wasn't worried about that, I didn't have the time," I said. "Anyways, what about your life?"

He took a deep breath, "the band really kicked off, went on a few tours, bought a house, and I uh... I..."

"Spit it out," I said.

"I have a daughter," he said.

"Woah," I slightly laughed, "that's a crazy thought."

"I'm serious, her name is Willow," he said, pulling up a picture of them on his phone.

"Ronnie Radke has a daughter," I laughed to myself. My laugh fell as I remembered something.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I- Nothing," I said, looking down.

"What did I say?" He asked.

"Nothing, Ronnie," I answered.

"Then why are you sad now?"

"Something happened," I said quietly.

"What?" He asked, taking my hand in his.

I took a deep breath, biting my lip. "I was pregnant." He gave a look of confusion. "It was yours, Ronnie."

When I looked at him, he had a look of shock on his face, "I... I have another kid?" He asked.

I looked down, "no."

"You got an abortion?" He asked.

I looked at him, "no, I could never, I... I lost it, I had a miscarriage."

He squeezed my hand, "I'm so sorry, did you know what it was?"

"It was a boy," I answered, swallowing the lump in my throat.

He brought his lips to my hand, "I'm sorry, I wish I would've known."

"There's no way you could've, it doesn't matter anyways," I shook my head.

"Juliet-"

"Drop it Ronnie," I said.

"Okay," he held up his hands, "where are you living?"

"I have an apartment," I said. He nodded. "So, you have a girlfriend or wife?"

He laughed, "what makes you say that?"

"You have a kid," I laughed.

"No," he chuckled, "I'm not bound to a woman."

I rolled my eyes, "shut the fuck up," I said with a laugh.

We continued chatting through dinner. When we were finished, we got into his car and he began driving. I had to admit, talking to him was nice. He seemed to have his life together now. He had a fucking daughter.

As we approached my building, I couldn't help but feel a bit sad. It made me happy to talk to him again. I bit my lip when he put his car in park. He looked over at me, his eyebrows furrowed. "Let me walk you up," he said, turning off the car and running to my side. He opened the door, helping me out again.

We walked in my building, taking the elevator up to the sixth floor. We stood awkwardly, neither of us talking. When the doors opened, I began walking to my apartment.

When we reached my door, I leaned my back against it, facing Ronnie. His eyes looked sad, "can I take you out tomorrow?" He asked.

I smiled, "I'd like that."

He grinned.

"Would you like to uh... come in?" I asked, unlocking my door.

"Oh, no I should get going, I have a meeting in the morning," he said.

"Alright, well, thank you for dinner," I smiled.

"Anytime," he said. I smiled and closed the door, but not before hearing, "my dear Juliet."