Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Unholy Part 3

You look at him, internally steeling your nerves and giving him a once over. He's not the same after hearing you sigh so heavily before opening your mouth to speak. "Can I say something," you ask him, looking at his side profile but you don't meet his eyes because he refuses to meet your eyes. He nods silently, hesitation clear in his posture. You sigh before continuing, "I don't know what we are anymore and I definitely don't know where it's going but something changed along the way," Matt finally looked into your eyes as soon as you started speaking, "and whatever changed between us, it changed us and we need to talk about this before something happens to our friendship – or whatever is left of it," you tell him but he stayed silent, only using minimal gestures to show that he was listening.

Frustrated, you groan and throw your head back at the lack of verbal responses from him. "There's nothing left of our friendship because that ended the moment I fucked you that night when you broke up with that fucking moron, okay? Ever since that night, I, I don't know, I've been feeling different about you and all I've done since that night is second guess every single moment I have ever spent with you because I tried to figure when I started looking at you different. I still don't know how I feel about you, but God, everything that happened in your trailer earlier made me realize something," he said but you were impatient and wanted the shitshow between you two to end.

Rolling your eyes at his lousy explanation, you cross your arms and walk away from him. He got a hold of your wrist as you walked past him, heading to the door. You honestly felt like he wasn't taking this seriously because you needed to know how he felt in explicit detail, for the sole purpose of trying to make a decision that would change your lives forever. "Will you just listen to me instead of walking away like you always do? God, you always do when shit doesn't go your way," he snapped as the thought of you leaving him in that hotel room broke his heart but he masked it with frustration. No, he didn't want you to leave. He just hated the fact that you had a habit of fucking off as soon as shit hit the fan.

"I have feelings for you, alright? I have for a while now and I'm not sure what they mean but I'm willing to find out, with you, if you'll let me," Matt said, walking towards you, your wrist being let go as he let out a breath that you felt on your neck, your breath hitching in your throat as you realize how close he is but still, you refuse to turn around, knowing that you'll give into him before you even tell him why you really brought him here. With the words on your lips, you feel your lip starting to tremble but no sound comes out of your mouth as you feel his arms resting on your waist. How the fuck do you respond to something like that? Why didn't he say anything before? You know for a fact that you would both be in a different situation if he'd said something four months ago but his slow ass decided that it would be best to fuck you into oblivion instead.  

"Unlike you, I know how I fucking feel about you, okay Matt? I fucking love you and I know that I should have never fallen for you  or even fucked you if I knew that we would end up like this. I don't need you telling me that you feelings that you don't fucking understand, okay? I need you to know how you feel about me because I know for a fact that whatever shit you think you feel, will change when I tell you this," you tell him, voice barely above a whisper and shaking as he presses his chest against your back and tightening his grip around your waist. "I'm pregnant, Matt," you blurt out and suddenly, you feel the absence of his arms that were once wrapped around your waist.