"Ready to go?" Stefan asks, walking into the kitchen.
I turn to look at him, mouth full of sand-which. "Yes," I mumble, nodding.
He chuckles. "Want me to let you finish your snack first?"
I shake my head, swallowing. "No, that was all of it. I'm done, let me grab my purse."
"Here," he says, taking it from the table. "I've got it."
"Oh," I say, smiling. "Thanks."
Jacob left for work about an hour ago, and he and I have already thoroughly said our goodbyes for the day, so we leave the house, and I lock the door behind us. "Oh man, it's raining pretty hard," Stefan says.
"I love the rain," I reply. "Stormy weather is my favorite."
"Let me bring the car to the steps for you," Stefan says, rushing out to the car.
"I'm fine," I reply, following.
We reach the car, and he opens my door. " I didn't want you to get soaked, and sick," he mumbles
I laugh, sliding into the passenger seat. "I'm fine, thank you."
This is the part that I dread- the thirty-minute car ride to Sage, and Bryans with just Stefan, and I in the car. What if he tried to bring up what happened between us a couple of months ago after he found out I was pregnant? Not even Jacob knows about that. It's not that I don't want to tell him what happened. It's just that I don't want him to try, and murder Stefan.
"Alright," Stefan says, pulling his door shut. "Here's your purse, do you have everything."
I nod, "Yep, let's hit the road." When I say this, I am trying to sound positive, and excited. Instead, I just sound nervous, and awkward.
Stefan being to pull out of the driveway, and his hand comes up to the knob. "Oh, I love this song," he says grinning over to me.
Yes. Music. Something to fill the awkward silence, and cool the tension.
About halfway to Sage, and Bryans's house, I begin to think that he isn't going to speak at all throughout the ride. Then, he proved me wrong. "Can I talk to you about something, Mya?" he says, turning the radio down.
Oh, god. Here it comes. This is the first time we have been alone since it happened, and he going to bring it up.
3 Months Ago
"Jacob, I'm sorry!" I shout, tears streaming down my face. "You know I haven't had a lot of time, though. Being pregnant is making me exhausted. Plus I do my college work, and I take care of the house, and whenever I'm able to be awake or not busy, you're at work!"
"That's bullshit!" Jacob snaps back at me. I flinch at his harsh tone. He strides across our bedroom floor, bringing his reddened face to mine. "You don't even want to spend time with me anymore. Are you fucking someone else? Is that baby even mine?"
My mouth falls open. "J-Jacob, why are saying this kind of stuff? Have you been taking your meds?"
As the words leave my mouth, I see a flash of burning hatred flicker across his face. When he responds, it is nearly a scream. "I don't need my fucking meds! I need you to stop ignoring me all of the time!"
