I'm pregnant.
Those words struck me harder than a big bolt of lightning striking a tree.
"Shit," I muttered, running my fingers through my hair. The note dropped out of my hands, and I glared at it and kicked it out of the way, as if it had feelings and I was mad at it. Which I sort of was.
"What is it," Ashley said, walking towards me.
Looking at her from here, I felt even more guilty than ever. Both of us first never wanted to be married, but as time went on, I was the one who kept on cheating and doing un-husband like things. She mostly beared with it and watched me be horrible.
She spotted the note and picked it up. I watched her face turn ghostly white as her eyes moved along the paper. I sucked in my breath. This was it.
"Who's Aubrey?" she finally asked after a long moment of silence.
"Uh, well, you see," I was failing at this.
"You used my being in a coma as an advantage, didn't you?" she screamed. "So you could go and have s-sex with a girl!"
"No!" my eyes widened. "That's not it at all!"
"Well then what is it? Was it because I'm not pretty enough? Or I'm not a good wife?" Tears started streaming down her face.
"It was an accident," I whispered.
"Sure, that's what they all say," Ashley rolled her eyes, but through her sarcasm, I could see a pained look.
"And of course, out of all times, it has to be now! Right after I come out of the hospital, when I don't remember anything or anyone!" This time she screamed at the ceiling, as if she was mad at someone up there.
"I'm really sorry," I mumbled, reaching out towards her face.
"No!" she yelled, slapping my hand away. "Get away from me, you pervert!" And with that she pushed past me and out the door.
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Crazy Stupid Love | Ross Lynch Fanfiction
FanfictionForced marriage. Not the way you would want to get married, but there's no way I can get out of it. And the worst part is, my fiancé is Ross Lynch. And no, I'm not one of those girls who are obsessed with him. My name is Ashley McCarty. Let me tell...