We Don't Have To Dance (An Andy Biersack Love Story)

Chapter 11: Discussion

Chapter 11: Discussion

Mia's POV

*One Month Later*

I checked my hair in the mirror in my car one last time, taking a deep breath.

"You can do this," I told myself. Andy had gotten home last week from his trip, so we agreed to meet at Starbucks today. He still doesn't know why we're meeting up, and luckily, he hasn't pried. This is definitely information that needs to be shared in person. I know it's the right thing to do and it's what has to be done, but it still doesn't make it any easier.

I was now three months pregnant and was started to grow a small bump. Luckily, it was a cold day, so I was in blue jeans and an oversized Blink-182 hoodie. Not the nicest outfit, but it's not a date, so it doesn't matter. My hair was down and I had on some waterproof mascara and some tinted lip gloss, not wanting to go out completely makeup less. I had a feeling I might be crying today, depending on how he reacts, so I didn't want to waste a full face. Plus, I am so tired from the toll this baby is taking on my body.

I reluctantly stepped out of the car and walked into the coffee shop. I ordered myself a coffee and leaned against a wall, waiting for my name to be called. I kept my eyes on my feet, hoping my hair was hiding my face well enough.

"Mia!" the barista called. I looked up and saw Andy's head whip towards the counter. I hadn't looked at my phone so I had no clue he was already here. He was seated at a table in the middle of the café, a white cup in his hands. I grabbed my coffee and made my way over to him.

"Hi Mia," he said quietly with a soft smile. He was wearing a black Batman T-Shirt and a pair of black jeans. Now that we weren't in a dark, bar atmosphere, I could actually get a better look at his tattoos. Most were colorless, but he had a few pops of color here and there.

"Hi," I responded. I could tell if he wasn't sure if he should get up and hug me or not, so I quickly sat down in the chair across from him. I didn't want him to accidentally feel the bump. We sat quietly for a minute, staring at our cups.

"How have you been?" he asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

"I have something to tell you," I said quickly, trying to avoid contact.

"Uhm, okay," he said. I felt my hands start to shake as my heart started to race. I felt my mind starting to back out, my fight or flight kicking in, my body desperately wanting to sprint out of here. I knew I should've brought Claire, she always forces me to do the right thing, even when I don't want to do it. "Mia, are you okay?" Andy asked, concern in his voice. He reached across the table and placed his hand on top of my trembling one. I pulled it back, hoping he wouldn't notice how shaky it was.

"I'm pregnant," I finally said.

"What?" he asked, almost like he hadn't heard me.

"I'm pregnant," I said again, still not looking at his face. We were silent for another minute.

"Is it mine?" he asked. I finally looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

"Why else would I be here Andy?" I asked, slightly frustrated. My temper was bad before pregnancy, but my fuse is almost non-existent these days.

"Right," he mumbled.

"I'm three months pregnant and I'm due in May," I said, pulling my hoodie tight to my body to show the slight baby bump. He blinked a few times as he licked his lips, trying to think of what to say next. I saw as he was processing the information, his brow furrowed.

"Am I an asshole if I ask for a DNA test?" he wondered.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "But, I haven't slept with anyone since you," I reassured.