Summer Nights (RE-WRITTEN)

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A:N This story includes themes of mental health and eating disorders, please only read if you feel ready too, you are beautiful always x

It had been twenty hours since my world had flipped entirely, I found out I was pregnant and the father of my unborn child has been hurt in action. Rocky should be here in a matter of hours and I'm still yet to sleep, my body wouldn't allow me to get any rest just in-case he took a sudden and dramatic turn. I need to stay awake, I'll close my eyes when he's here.

I still feel confusion circling around my brain at the thought of him putting me as his emergency contact even though that shouldn't be something I just be thinking about right now.

I had gone to the pharmacy earlier to collect any type of pain-relief, first-aid kit, bandage, gauze, band-aid and essentially anything else I could find. I made a hamper of all of his favourite snacks, drinks and a little joke present of a Thor comic book. When we were younger Rocky was completely obsessed with anything superhero related and his favourite for a long time was Thor.

A wave of dizziness washes over me when I slowly walk around my apartment, ensuring that everything was clean and up to shape.

My stomach drops when I hear the buzzer come from my built in intercom, I quicky race towards it and answer.

"Hello?"

"We may need you to come downstairs to assist bringing up, Robert's belongings."

"Oh...of course."

I bolt downstairs and when I'm outside, my breath hitches when I see Rocky sitting in a wheelchair, his left leg raised with a black brace wrapped around him, the expression on his face thunderous.

"Hey." I say softly.

He doesn't reply, instead he waits until I move slightly so that he can wheel himself inside of the building.

"He hasn't spoken much since the incident, don't take it personally." A man in uniform says as he passes me a pair of crutches.

"I won't. Thank you for helping him get here."

"You, his girlfriend?"

My entire body flushes dramatically, "Oh no, just his childhood friend."

"Mans an idiot then."

"What? Why?"

"You're absolutely stunning."

A loud grunt comes from behind us, I turn my head to see Rocky sitting there with expression even more thunderous.

"If it isn't too much to ask, can you guys stop the fucking flirting and help me get upstairs?"

I wince at the pure venom in his voice, I quickly nod and quickly press the elevator button.

...

Rocky had been in my apartment for three hours, he hasn't moved an inch from his position on the sofa and he hasn't uttered a word either. I didn't want to push him, so I took all my willpower and refrained from attempting to make any sort of conversation.

"Fuck." He grunts out.

My eyes widen with surprise, "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I can't hold in my piss anymore, I'm going to need you to help me."

My cheeks burn slightly as I stand up immediately, "Why were you holding it in?"

"Because it's pretty fucking embarrassing that you're going to have to take me to the toilet."

I shake my head as I look at him with complete kindness, "It's not embarrassing at all, I promise you faithfully."

"Stop being nice it marks it worse."

I roll my eyes warmly as I awkwardly pass him over his crutches, "I'm always nice. It's something you loathe about me."

He hisses out in pain as he stands up, "I don't loathe it."

I watch frantically as he begins to hobble of to the bathroom, I race in front of him and open the door for him, "How do we do this?"

He looks painfully uncomfortable, "I need you to unbutton my pants, I can't do that while holding myself up."

My heart beats erratically against my chest, "Sure...sure that's fine."

Everything feels incredibly hot as I try my best to help him with the pants situation whilst also attempting to look anywhere else.

"Thanks." He grunts out, "I need you to help me to lower myself...onto the seat."

I wince as I awkwardly help to lower him down onto the seat, trying my best not to fall on top of him.

My breath hitches when I notice our faces inches apart, Rocky quickly averts his gaze and when he does his body stiffens. I can't help but to feel a wave of confusion, I turn my head to see the focus of his vision.

Now it's my body that stiffens, I feel the room almost spin around me as my breathing becomes uneven.

"Is that?"

I nod slowly as I quickly take a step away from him.

"And it's negative right?"

I close my eyes shut afraid to see his reaction, "Nope, it's positive."

"I'm sorry, I just thought you said that it was positive?"

"Yep. I did."

"Holy fuck."

"You're the father by the way." I blurt out.

Rocky's face pales dramatically, "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit."

I wince, "That was pretty much my reaction as well. I'm really sorry that you found out like this, I only found out last night literally five minutes after I took the test, I got the call saying...you were injured. I promise, I wasn't trying to hide anything from you, I just wanted to make sure you were safe and okay. And I know this is the last thing you need right now."

"Oh shit."

"I haven't decided anything yet, I know this affects us both and you deserve to express your feelings and views."

"Oh shit."

I shift as I feel a slight urge of anxiety, "I'm really trying to be patient but please can you say something other than oh shit?"

"Oh fuck."

"Or fuck?"

He rubs his hands over his face, "I just need some time to process it."

I nod, "Of course, of course you do. I'm so sorry, I really didn't want you to find out like this, it's so unfair."

"It's fine. I just need some time. My life has kind of just flipped around in multiple ways."

My heart clenches, "I know. I really wish everything was different for you right now."