Twist of Fate- FSF Fanfic

Twist of Fate

Christian's POV
"Damn it! Ana, will you tell me what's wrong?" I say, pushing my plate away, irritated. I gaze at her. "Please. You're driving me crazy."

I saw her swallow. She takes a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

I still. "What?" I whisper, ashen.

"I'm pregnant."

That's bullshit, right? "How?" She blushes, and gives me a how-do-you-think look.

Shit. "Your shot?" he snarls. "Did you forget your shot?"

She just gazes at me, unable to speak. Fuck.

"Christ, Ana!" I bang my fist on the table, and I stand so abruptly I almost knocked the dining chair over. "You have one thing, one thing to remember. Shit! I don't fucking believe it. How could you be so stupid?"

Stupid! Out of all things she can forget, it's fucking birth control. "I'm sorry," she whispers.

"Sorry? Fuck!" I say again.

"I know the timing's not very good."

"Not very good!" I shout. "We've known each other five fucking minutes. I wanted to show you the fucking world and now . . . Fuck. Diapers and vomit and shit!" I close my eyes and run my hands in my hair. This is hell on earth.

"Did you forget? Tell me. Or did you do this on purpose?"

"No." She whispers.

"I thought we'd agreed on this!" I shout.

"I know. We had. I'm sorry."

"This is why. This is why I like control. So shit like this doesn't come along and fuck everything up."

"Christian, please don't shout at me." Tears start to slip down her face.

"Don't start with waterworks now." I snap. "Fuck." I run my hand through my hair, pulling it until it hurts. "You think I'm ready to be a father?" My voice catches.

"I know neither one of us is ready for this, but I think you'll make a wonderful father," she chokes. "We'll figure it out."

"How the fuck do you know!" I shout. "Tell me how!"

"Christian, you are just shocked. We can handle this." She says as she tries to walk towards me. "I'll be at our room." I said, running towards our room, locking myself away.
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"Where are you you little shit!" He screamed. I am hungry. Very hungry. Mom is lying at the floor, still cold. I covered her with my blankie and hid inside the cabinet. I can plates breaking. "Wake up you whore!" He shouted. I went out of the cabinet, and I can see Ana being kicked by Jack. "Ana!" I screamed. There is no sound coming out of me. No. No! "Ana!" I screamed as Ana looked at me, and closed her eyes. "No!" I screamed.

I opened my eyes, gasping for air. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. I'm sweaty, bedsheets tangled in my legs. I removed my shirt and started pacing at our room.

I opened my bedlight and I saw papers scattered on the floor.

Ana's ultrasound. Multiple copies of it. I stared. There's a little mass. A little blip.

My kid. Our kid. Reality hits me like a freight train, and I gasped. I am scared. I don't know how to do all those.... parenting shit. It's not Grace and Carrick's fault. It's mine.

Stop blaming yourself, you are nothing like her. I can hear Ana scolding me when I degrade myself. Until now, she's all I can think of. She's my light, my angel, my salvation. She helped me face my demons.