One Night Stand || Divergent / Eric

13. Facing Fears.

Dappy - Beautiful Me.

Eric's POV

"Where the fuck is Candy?" I asked aggressively, making Max send me a glare.

"No idea, cut her some slack, she's-"

"Pregnant. Yeah I know." I answered, cutting Alex off. I know all too well.

"We will proceed with the meeting without her," Max informed us making me roll my eyes. She should be here. It's about her position anyway, it's about whether she will take maternity leave, then the position will be open.

A loud knock boomed on Max's door causing him to quickly get up and head over to the door. He swung it open and a scrawny guy rushed in.

"C-candy's in labour!" He shouted. I quickly stood from my chair. What? "In the pit!"

"In the pit?" I asked for clarification. The boy nodded.

"I was told not to get you," he said glancing at me for a second, "but the nurse hasn't come and an initiate is delivering her baby!"

"An initiate?" Max asked. I looked over at Alex. We both shared a glance as if to say 'Sam'.

"Come on, let's go!" Alex encouraged and we all left Max's office, as we got closer to the pit, Candy's screams could be heard echoing throughout the place. I immediately cringed at the sound.

"Holy shit," I mumbled as we ran into the pit. They were all the way in the middle. Candy was leant against a bench, surrounded by pillows and Sam was crouched in front of her, telling her that she could do this. And with that, Candy pushed. It seemed to be enough because by the time we had reached them, Sam was handing the baby over. I stared in shock at the baby in Candy's arms.

That is my baby. My baby girl. And I wouldn't have even known if I hadn't had followed Sam out that night. If Sam wasn't here then who would deliver my baby? But I have to ask myself, why would Sam deliver my baby? Why isn't she jealous or even angry that I'm having a baby with someone else? Her best friend to be exact.

I couldn't take this, I needed time to think, to breathe. I left the pit, only to pace back and forth outside.

"That's my-" I cut myself off, I couldn't bring myself to say it. "That's my-"

"That's your baby." Sam said softly, I looked up at the sound of her voice to see she was smiling slightly. Why is she smiling? "Eric," she stepped forward, her hand reaching out and touching my arm. "It's okay."

"How is this okay?" I asked, I'm pretty sure my voice sounded small, not my usual rough, tough and intimidating voice.

"Remember what I said about you having nothing to be afraid of?" She asked and I managed to recall the time. She had helped me take my mind off everything. She helped me. Who in the right mind would help me? I scare people. I scare people off on purpose. But not Sam. She doesn't scare easily and I find it hard to scare her, I hate having to be mean towards her, but I have a reputation to uphold.

But when she takes me into her arms and holds me like this? I can't be mean to her. I have to let her comfort me.

"You're gunna be okay, I promised. And I keep my promises." She whispered into my ear. I felt her body tense up when I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her back. I cringed at the thought of me scaring her so much that every touch makes her tense. But still she doesn't pull away. She doesn't toss me aside like everybody else. She doesn't see the worst in me. Sam is something else.

And I want her to be mine.

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Sam's POV