Baby Steps

Ch. 3 Willa POV

Willa

Pacing back and forth in my living room I wait for my best friend Brooke to arrive. I texted her as soon as I got home and told her I needed her. She immediately dropped everything she was doing and headed my way.

Brooke and I met when I was a production assistant on a tv show she was starring in. We're the same age and we were both dealing with heartbreak around the time of filming. We've been inseparable ever since. We go on vacations together, we have sleepovers. She's the first person I call when I have good news or when I'm upset. We've been through so much together. I truly could not have asked for a better best friend.

Taking a seat on the couch I turn the television on. But I'm not really paying attention to anything other than the fact that I have to call Tom. My leg bounces in anticipation and nervousness. What will he say? Will he be mad? Will he think I did this on purpose? I continue to think of all the worst possible scenarios until Brooke barges into the house.

Her hair is up in a messy bun, she has an oversized shirt and black leggings on. But she still looks effortlessly beautiful. She runs to me wrapping her arms around me. Only then do I cry. Why am I crying? I have no idea. But I'm already so overwhelmed. Not only am I pregnant but I'm pregnant with fucking twins.

TWINS!

Brooke rubs her hand down my back, soothing me as I try to get all my tears out. After my sobs begin to quiet she gently guides me to sit back down. I lean my head on her shoulder while she wraps an arm around me.

"Tell me everything." She quietly says. And I do. I tell her about hooking up with Tom the night of the wrap party, how he left without a goodbye, how I haven't heard from him since. And now I'm carrying his babies. She's silent for a moment, absorbing it all.

"I can't believe you never told me about Tom." She uttered.

Shrugging my shoulders, I don't offer an explanation. Truth is, I never told her about Tom because I felt ashamed that he left me so easily. All the stolen glances and innocent touches  I built it all up in my head to mean more. When in reality I was just another conquest to him. A fling. I didn't matter and I'll never matter to him.

But I still need to tell him.

I show Brooke the sonogram pictures. She squeals in excitement as she starts rattling off what she's going to buy them. She pulls her phone out and starts looking up baby names and baby clothes. I'm so grateful for her because for the first time since I found out earlier I'm not freaking out. I'm excited.

Later that night as I lie in bed my mind wanders to Tom. I wonder what he's doing, or better  yet who he's doing. Scowling at myself for that thought I shove it away. I have no idea where he is. If he's even back home in London. It's already 11' o'clock here so it should be an okay time to call him.

Sighing, I grab my phone from the night stand. Scrolling down to his number my finger hovers over his name. Resting my hand on my stomach I take a deep breath and call him. The line continues to ring and ring before switching to voicemail. I quickly leave him a message to call me back because I have something important to tell him. After ending the message I toss the phone on the bed and stare at it. Willing it to ring. Minutes or hours later my eyelids grow heavy and the darkness takes over.

Sunlight streams through the curtains as I roll over to check the time on my clock. It reads 7:45am. Swiping my hand around the bed trying to find my phone I grab it  to check for missed messages or calls.

My heart sinks when I see nothing from Tom. Shouldn't he have gotten my message already? Rubbing my hand on my forehead to ease the migraine that is growing I debate on if I should call him now or later tonight. If I call now then he'll see how close the calls are and know it has to be important. Swiping my thumb across the screen to call him, my stomach begins to grumble. I didn't eat much last night and now I'm paying for it.

Tossing the covers off me, I throw my legs over the bed, grab my phone, and make my way to the kitchen. The idea of making eggs makes me nauseous so I veto that for my breakfast and settle on yogurt instead.

After finishing my quick breakfast I walk to the living room and plop down on the couch. Once again my thumb hovers over Tom's number before I finally press call. It rings and rings and rings before switching to voicemail. Groaning on the inside I leave another message asking him to call me back.

***

Two weeks later and countless calls left unanswered I resort to texting him.

Willa: Hey Tom, not sure if you've been getting my voicemails but I'm trying to get in touch with you. I need to tell you something.

I don't expect a response right away since he never bothered to call me back. So my heart practically leaps out of my chest when my phone dings with a notification. Glancing down at it I see Tom's name. With shaky hands I swipe at the screen to read the message.

Tom: If I wanted to talk I would have called you back.

My eyebrows pinch in confusion. Why is his being so rude? Biting my lip I rush to type out a response despite his rudeness.

Willa: Umm...okay. But I need to talk to you because it's important. Can we meet please?

Tom: Just tell me now.

My eyes well with tears. This isn't the Tom I spent months getting to know. Part of me doesn't want to respond but I know deep down he needs to know. I just hope he takes the news well.

Willa: I'm pregnant with twins and they are yours.

Tom: Alright.

I stare at the screen with wide eyes. That's all he has to say? "Alright?!" I sit on the couch staring at his response until my vision blurs. Should I respond back? What would I even say? Clearly he wants nothing to do with me or our babies. Shutting off my phone I toss it to the floor.

Fine. If he doesn't want to be a part of their lives then that's fine. I can do this on my own. I don't need him

Placing a hand on my stomach I whisper to my babies.

"Well little beans, looks like it's just us. But we'll be okay."

And we would be.