What Would've Happened

Well Sh*t

Mac:

I couldn't stop smiling at the monitor. Neither could Angie. She covered her mouth with her hands, tears beading in her green eyes.

"That's it. That's our baby." I murmured, rubbing her shoulder.

"It's so small..." She mumbled, smiling hugely. I kissed her temple, holding her hand.

"An' one day, it's gonna run around the house, butt naked, plastered in dirt, laughin' as ya chase it." I stated, kissing her temple again.

"You're helping me catch it." She declared, glancing at me. I chuckled, giving her a peck on the lips.

"'Course! I ain't lettin' you have all the fun." I stated, smirking down at her. She rolled her eyes. I stood up, smiling. "I'll be right back. Gonna go get a drink."

I made my way to the door, but paused in front of it. I heard murmuring on the other side of it. Pressing my ear against it, I could barely make out their conversation. I recognized Doctor Thompson's voice, along with some unfamiliar voices.

"Ma'am, have you seen this man? We have intel that he may have moved here in the past month." Said a gruff voice.

"Um, I think so. Do you know his name?" Dr. Thompson asked.

"Mac Flanery." My stomach sunk.

Well shit.

"Oh, that Mac. Why yes I do know him. He's here with his girlfriend right now. Come back in a few minutes?" Dr. Thompson asked.

"Ma'am, you may not want to do that. He's wanted for being in possession of meth, creation of meth, murder, kidnapping, sexual assault, and domestic violence." The man, I believed was a cop, stated. "And since he's on the run, he's a fugitive."

"Oh god. He's all alone in there with a girl now!" Dr. Thompson exclaimed. "Quick; he's in that room!"

My heart started pounding, and I pressed myself against the door. Behind me, Angie had heard the whole conversation. Her eyes were wide, and she covered her face, expecting the police to barge in any second now. I heard their feet racing towards the door, and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for them to charge in and arrest me.

The footsteps kept charging, until they passed the door. I opened my eyes, surprised. Quickly, I stepped away from the door, glancing around frantically. I couldn't go to jail! What about the baby!?

"Mac!" Angie hissed. I glanced at her, my eyes wide with fear. My worst fear was to be taken away from her and my child. "Go out the window! And run to the house!" Angie ordered.

"Be safe." I said, before running towards the window. I hear a scream from down the hall. Lifting the window, I hopped out, before turning around and shutting it quietly.

Angie:

After Mac had gone, I faced the ultrasound again. If Mac was gonna get away, I'd have to act cool.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. I screamed, covering my face. Then, cautiously, I removed my hands, and saw two police officers.

"Ma'am, have you seen this man?" One of them demanded, showing me a copy of my drawing of Mac's face.

"Yessir. That's my boyfriend." I answered, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"Do you know where he is at the moment?" The one with my drawing asked.

"Bathroom. Why? What's going on?" I asked, trying my best to sound confused.

"Ma'am, it'd be wise of you to leave town immediately. Your boyfriend is wanted for kidnapping, possession of meth, and various other felonies."

"What?" I screeched, widening my eyes.

"Ma'am, just go home, back your bags, and move out of the state. Quickly. We'll have him behind bars by tonight. I promise." The officer swore.

"O-ok..." I mumbled, terrified. Not for my sake, but for Mac's.

"Don't worry ma'am. He hasn't hurt you, has he?" The officer asked, crouching beside me.

"N-no. He's really sweet to me." I stuttered. The officer nodded, and glanced at the ultrasound.

"Is that his?" He asked gently, gesturing to the monitor.

"Ours." I corrected him. He nodded, and stood up.

"Doctor, take her out." The head officer ordered. Dr. Thompson nodded, and quickly printed the ultrasound. Then she helped me up, and led me out of the office. The officers ran towards the men's bathroom, waiting outside. I kept walking forward, to the main lobby.

"I'm so sorry you had to deal with that, Ms. Smith. Here's the ultrasound. If you want an abortion, I understand. You can-"

"No! I don't want an abortion!" I snapped. How could she suggest that! This was another human being!

"I was only suggesting. I didn't figure you'd want a convicts child." She stated, stepping back.

"I'll keep my baby, thank you very much." I declared, snatching the ultrasound and leaving the building.

...

After parking Mac's red truck, I went inside. The door was locked, so I had to use my keys. Once inside, I flipped on the living room light.

"Mac?" I called. I heard our bedroom door open, and Mac's head peeked out from the corner. When he saw me, he opened the door wider, and stepped out. He made his way over to me, and wrapped me in his arms. My arms went around his torso, and we just held each other tightly.

"I love you, Angie. I'm sorry." Mac mumbled.

"I love you, too. Why're you apologizing?" I asked, my cheek resting on his chest.

"Doin' all that shit." He muttered.

"It's not your fault." I stated.

"Yes it is. I shouldn't've gone to meth when Emma..." He trailed off. I squeezed him tighter, giving his peck a kiss.

"You couldn't help it. I'm not mad at you." I mumbled. "If all my family died, I would probably turn to drugs."

"Don' do it. You'll regret it forever." He muttered.

"I won't. I have you. I love you, Mac. And I love our baby." I whispered. One of Mac's hands traveled towards my flat abdomen, rubbing his thumb over it. Mac pulled away a little, and looked down at my stomach. He was smiling.

"I love you. An' lil' Mac Jr." He mumbled. I looked at him.

"We haven't even decided the names yet!" I exclaimed, laughing.

"How 'bout if it's a boy, we name 'im Mac Jr. If it's a girl; Angie Jr." He suggested.

"Really?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Course not. What do you wanna name it?" He mumbled, rubbing my tummy. I smiled, but remembered the clinic.

"Mac, we can decide later. We need to get outta here." I stated. Mac looked up at me. "The police are gonna search the town, and told me to move out since I'm your fiancé."

"Where would we go?" Mac asked.

"Well, anywhere in the United States is out." I muttered.

"Shit." Mac cussed. I thought long and hard. Where would we go?

"I got it!" I exclaimed excitedly. "Mexico!"

"Mexico?"

"Yes. Mac, it's the only other option! Isn't there a thing where if you go to Mexico, the United States can't arrest you?" I asked. Mac's face brightened up a little.

"Yeah. I think there is. An' we're fairly close. Kinda." He pointed out.

"Then it's settled. Grab your sombrero, Mac. We're going to Mexico."