What Would've Happened

Giving the Truth

Mac:

Around 12:30, I arrived home. I was excited to see Angie, tell her about how I got a twenty dollar tip by some woman.

But when I entered the house, I heard small cries coming from the bedroom. I walked in, worried. Angie was crying on the bed, face in her hands.

"Angie? What's wrong?" I asked, sitting down beside her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She wailed, scooting further from me.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

She stopped crying. Sniffing, she glanced at me. "B-bathroom." She sobbed, before burying her face in her hands again. Confused, I got up. Heading into the bathroom, I see a shape on the counter. I grabbed it, and my breath hitches.

It was a positive pregnancy test.

Angie's pregnant...

I felt an unexpected anger start to boil in my stomach. I dropped the test, and went back into the bedroom. Angie was still crying into her hands. Before I could say anything, she spoke.

"It's my fault! I'm so sorry!" She wailed. "I threw away the last birth control pill months ago!"

"Why?" I snapped.

She flinched at my harsh voice. Instead of explaining herself, she got up and grabbed her suit case from under the bed. My anger was replaced with fear. I was upset that she was pregnant, but I didn't want her to leave.

"Ang, where are you going?" I asked, fearful.

"I'll just go. I don't want to burden you with a child." She stated, her voice, although trying hard to sound tough, was coated with sobs.

"All I did was ask why you threw the birth control pill away! I don't want you to leave!" I stated, my voice increasing volume. She shook her head, and threw clothes into the bag. I stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. She stopped, avoiding eye contact. "Angie, please tell me why." I murmured, keeping my distance.

She sniffed, wiping her nose. Finally, after a few moments of silence, she whispered: "I wanted a family."

My anger instantly faded, and it was replaced with passion.

"Angie..." I murmured. She wanted a family...with me.

"I'm sorry!" She wailed. "I'm a selfish bitch!" She sobbed into her hands.

"No you're not. Stop saying you're sorry." I mumbled, stepping closer. Yes the dream scared the shit out of me, but it was just a dream. Who said it'd actually happen?

"You hate me." She mumbled, turning her back to me.

"No I don't. I'll never hate you, Angie." I murmured, shocked that she thought that.

"Well you hate the baby." She spat.

"No I don't." To prove it, I wrapped my arms around her, placing my hands on her still flat stomach. It felt strange, knowing that she was carrying my child. I smiled a little. I rubbed tiny circles on her stomach, kissing her neck. Her hands placed themselves over mine, following the patterns. "Angie, I'm happy it's you who's carrying my baby." I murmured. "This baby will be loved. You don't have to leave."

She sniffed, relaxing noticeably. Gently, I turned her to face me. I pressed my forehead against hers, looking down at her stomach. My hands slithered down, slipping them under her shirt. Feeling her soft, smooth stomach under my finger tips made me smile. And knowing that our baby was in it just added to the good feeling.

"I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner." Angie mumbled.

"Stop bein' sorry. We're havin' a family." I murmured, pecking her full lips. She smiled, kissing me again. Then I kneeled down, so my face was level with her stomach. She smiled down at me, biting her finger nail. I rubbed her tummy with one hand. "Hi, kiddo. I dunno if you're a boy or girl, but this is your dad." Dad. Damn that sounded good. "You'd better not be a little shit for your mom when I ain't here." I warned playfully.

"Hey, don't teach it to curse before it's even born." Angie warned.

"I won'. Just sayin'." I stated, smiling up at her. Then I focused my attention back to her flat abdomen. "I love you. I always will." I murmured, kissing her stomach. Then I placed my ear on it.

"Mac, you're not gonna be able to hear it for a few more months." Angie pointed out.

"I know." I murmured, smiling. One day, I'm gonna press my ear to her stomach, and I'm gonna get kicked. I smiled at the thought. Angie's hands messed with my hair, while I kept my head where it was.

Angie having my child. My baby. I stood up, and faced Angie. She smiled, a look of relief on her face. I wrapped her on my arms, hugging her tightly against my body.

"I love you." She murmured.

"I love both of ya."