Boom! I love you.. {Brandon Calvillo fanfic}

Chapter 4

Angels pov

It's been two months since me and Brandon started to date. For some reason I feel sick to my stomach. I have been throwing up everything I eat and nothing will hold down. Plus I was constantly nauseous.

"Maybe you're pregnant," Ella teases me. I gasp.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I say. I can't be pregnant. Not after last time.  

"What if I am Ella? I could be pregnant," Ella shot her head up.

"You guys fucked already? Angel!" Ella was yelling at me.

"Yeah. Like the first night. We might have done it unprotected too," She just staresat me and finally hits me in the back of my head.

"Angel. You're married!" I roll my eyes and smirk.

"No, I was married. We're divorced. I love Brandon," She hits me again.

"STOP HITTING ME!" I scream. I hate when people hit me. Kyle, my ex husband, did it enough. That's why he's in jail and we're divorced. Plus I came back to get with Brandon. What if being pregnant he leaves? I can't lose him. I've already risked so much to be with him.

"We gotta go get you tested," Ella say seriously, grabbing her keys.

"No, hell no. I am not going to the doctors without Brandon. He needs to be there," I say without hesitation. As frightened as I am that he will leave, I know he needs to be there.

With a distant tone, Ella responds, "but hes not here. Neither is Jason. They're shooting a vine at Brandon's mothers house."

"Call him."

***

We were at the hospital waiting for the test results to come in. Brandon didn't seem upset. I figured he would be. What guy at twenty-one wants to be a father?

None.

"Ella, I'm scared," I whisper to her. I was pregnant once before, but Kyle and I got into a fight and he started to hit me. Eventually he hit my stomach. That's when I lost the baby. He kept pleading that it was an accident. Many more abuses accured after, so I finally called the police. We were sent to court two weeks after he had killed our child. I never forgave him for it.

"Angel and Brandon?" The doctor calls. I whip my palms on my pants and stand. I was super nervous. I'm still shocked Brandon is not freaking out or threatening to leave me.

"You're pregnant. In a few month you can come back and we can tell you the sex of the child. Then get momma bear into the 'Mother to be' program. It's like therapy for pregnant mothers," I nod and turn to look at Brandon. He was smiling, which confused me. We thank the doctor and walk out of the hospital.

"So, you're not mad?" I ask Brandon, looking down at the ground. He glances at me and smiles. He had the most welcoming smile.

"Why would I be mad?" He had a confused look on his face. It's probably a good time to tell him about  Kyle.

"Well, about that. There's something I need to tell you," He didn't say anything so I went on. I

"I was once married and pregnant before, but my husband at the time was abusive and killed the baby. Two weeks later we went to court and a month into that we got divorced," He turns and hugs me.

"You should've told me Angel," It looked like he was crying. Then he looked down at my stomach.

"I hope you're a boy. Girls have cooties," he jokes. He stops walking and kisses me.

"I'm going to be a dad!" He starts to shout out, over and over again. I looked at Ella, who looked back at me. We were smiling. This might just be the best day I could have. I'm pregnant with Brandon's child. In high school I would have never guessed we'd even date.

***

"Mother, father, this is Angel," Brandon says as I stand at the doorway if his parent's house.

"Um hi?" His mother kinda asks His dad waves with a grin on his face. 

"Okay, mother, father, brothers. I have something to tell you. Well we have something to tell you," Brandon was breathing heavy. I sat beside him. I could tell this was hard for him to say to his parents. I would never tell mine so soon.

"Angels pregnant," Everyone was silent. Then his brothers and father started to clap.

"Damn, I really thought you were gay," Brandon's dad jokes. Brandon let out a relief sigh, but than all attention was on his mother who stayed silent.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're twenty-one Brandon! Twenty-one!" I seen the hatred in his mothers eyes, everyone else was happy about it.

"Mom for once be happy for me!" His voice cracks. He was crying. I take his hand, but he pulls away, shoving me to the side.

"What is wrong with you?" I yell and ran after Brandon with Ella and Jason behind me. I found Brandon on the side of a building. He was sitting on the ground and had his knees up to his chest. He was for sure crying. Ella and Jason stood beside me.

"Stay here. I'll talk to him," I say walking to him. He didn't look up when I touched his arm. He didn't even flinch. He put his knees down and sat with his hood over his face. I moved it and sat in front of him.

"Hey, talk to me. Why are you crying?" I ask, obviously knowing the answer.

"Baby, what's wrong? Please talk to me." He left it silent for a moment then I hear him sigh. He pulled his hoodie over his eyes again.

"I need you to talk to me," I say trying to push back his hood from his face.

"Please talk to me," He takes a deep breath and sighs again.

"She absolutely hates me."