Love Is A Crazy Thing

SiX

"Here, I got them." I spin around to Ella holding the Target bag. I snatch it from her hands and we make our way to the concert bathroom. Two months of touring has been the most fun I've had in a long time. Meaning, it's been two months of Christian and I dating.

And this problem could ruin everything.

It's not that I never want kids, but I'm twenty one and currently in a new relationship. The possibility of me being pregnant is slim. I've only forgotten to take birth control one time since I met Christian. The first night we slept together after getting drunk off our asses. Oh my god, I've been drinking these last few months.

"Ella, what if. . . what if the baby is born with like a hole in its lung because I've been drinking?" I whimper, opening the three boxes of tests. She rubs my back in a motherly way.

"Then you'll have a baby with a hole in its lung, but it's still your baby." She turns, after giving me a sad expression, so I squat and pee on all nine sticks. I drank bottle after bottle of water. Christian thought I was dehydrating after ten minutes in the sun. We have a month left in this tour, and if I'm. . . that I have no idea how I'll deal.

"Two minutes. I can wait two minutes," I sigh. Ella pulls me into a hug. No crying, no crying until I know I'm in a tough situation. I'd only have two options, stay with Christian or leave him. I don't delete babies like they never happened and I would never give a child up, no matter my situation.

"Even if he doesn't want a baby, if you're having a baby, I'll be with you. You can move in with me, we'll have a whole Full House thing going on," Ella tells me, pushing my hair from my face. I shrug while staring at the dirt ground.

"He's so sweet and takes care of me, I just don't know if he's mentally prepared. Oh look at me," I giggle into her shoulder. "I'm talking all sophisticated." Ella holds me tighter as I wind my arms around her.

The small timer on Ella's phone goes off. Slowly I pick the tests up from the ground. Taking a deep breath my eyes look down.

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"Based on my test results, it seems I am most likely pregnant." Ella looks over my shoulder.

"Well, two are negative," she points out, trying to make me feel better. Even with those two negative ones it's clear I'm pregnant. How could I let this happen? I was always so careful when it came to sex with men I barely know. But I know Christian. He's cheesy and sometimes rather weird. But he's a man I've grown to respect, despite his grown-man-but-acts-like-a-eleven-year-old-boy-ness.

"What am I going to do?" I ask my friend as we exit the stall, a small line currently forming. Oops. "He's going to flip."

"You don't know that," she whispers as we reach the stage again. This is possibly the smallest crowd I've seen at one of their concerts. Maybe only a few hundred people here. I take a deep breath as my eyes lock with Christian's. He grins as he bangs on the drums. My heart drops. He's going to be devastated. I've just ruined his entire career. "Stop stressing!" Ella's voice floats into my ear as the concert ends.

We meet the boys at the side of the wooden stage. We're gathered in a clearing with a few stands set up for food and beverages. I giggle as Christian scoops me up in a hug. Our lips meet in a smooth kiss, thanks to my new EOS Lip Balm.

"Mmm," he smiles, licking his lips. "Strawberry. My favorite." I giggle once again. He's so damn cheesy, his smile so big I'm sure everyone is jealous. My arms loop around his neck. But his smile drops at my straight face. "What's wrong, baby?" If I were standing I'd be on the ground. Baby, I love when he calls me baby.