The Best Mistake

Chapter 9

"Hey Blake," I said with a smile as I walked into my room, seeing him sitting on my bed, playing with a blue baby's outfit.

"Hello, love," he said, setting the onesie on the bed.

"You're excited," I said walking up to his as he stood up and pulled me into his arms.

"Is that bad?"

I stopped to think about this.

"No, it's not," I said, smiling up at him.

"Have I ever told you how cute your canine bites are?" he asked, indicating my piercings. (for those who don't know, canine bites are angel bites, and snake bites, a total of four piercings, two below the bottom lip (snake bites), and two above the top lip(angel bites))

"About a million times. Have I ever told you how adorable your snake bites are?" I said, mimicking him.

"Oh, quite a few times," he said, chuckling.

"Can I interrupt?" my mom asked, knocking on my already opened door.

"Of course, mom," I said, sitting on my bed, gesturing for her to join me.

"I know I just spoke with her, but do you mind of we had a mother daughter talk, Blake?" my mom asked, kindly.

"Sure thing, I'll just step out to the kitchen," he said leaving my room.

"Dawn, why didn't you tell me?" she asked once Blake left.

"I was scared mom. I didn't know what to do. Tyler even denied it being his, but he knows it is. He knows it!"

I exclaimed.

"Calm down, sweetie. Stress isn't good for you babies," she said, rubbing my back reassuringly.

"But mom, I don't want him in their lives. He doesn't deserve them."

"It's okay, baby. Please clam down. We're going to go over to his house and solve this issue," she told me.

"I can't go over there!" I jumped up, worried.

"Well, we're going over and that's final. This needs to be resolved. You're going to be a mother. You need to learn to be an adult, which means no more running away from your fears and problems."

"Okay, mom. Let's go," I said, standing up and heading to my closet to change out of my pajamas.

"I'll go get ready also," she said, standing up, and leaving my room.

Looking into my large closet, full of clothes, I decided on an Asking Alexandria t-shirt and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. I might as well wear them until it's impossible for me to fit in them anymore. I found my black and lime green Osiris' and pulled them on my socked feet. Walking towards my black vanity desk, I applied my liquid and powder foundation, winged my eyes with eyeliner, and put on my mascara. I grabbed my bag and headed out of my room to the living room where I saw Blake sitting on the couch.

"Blake?"

"Your mom told me. Would you like me to tag along?" he asked, rising from the couch and coming towards me. I gave I'm a puppy dog look, and nodded my head, yes.

"Okay, beautiful," he said smiling and pulling me into a hug.

"You coming with us?" my mom asked as she walked into the room pulling her keys from her purse.

"Yes ma'am."

"Alright, get in the car," she said leaving out the door.

Blake led me out to my moms car and opened the door for me. I stepped in and he followed.

"Where does this boy live?" my mom asked, once she sat down in the drivers seat.

Oh.. I hadn't thought of that.

"I know where it is," I heard Blake say.

"You do?" I asked him, cocking my head to the side once he told her the directions.

"Yeah, our moms used to be friends," he explained.

"Why do you hate him? Well, other than for getting me pregnant," I asked, curiously.

"We were great friends, when we were like, five. It was way before you an I met. In first grade, when you first moved here, we got in an argument. Well, as mush of an argument as two six year olds can get into."

"What was the argument about?" I interrupted.

He looked away from me.

"Blake, you can tell me," I said, lifting his head with my fingers.

"It was an argument about.. About you," he admitted softly.

"Me?" I questioned.

"Yes, you. Even back then, I knew that I loved you. You were even beautiful then. He tried 'claiming' you. I told him girls aren't for claiming. I told him I liked you. That made him angry, and he... He beat the shit out of me on the playground at school."

"You mean, the day I met you, after seeing you injured, and I tried asking you what happened, but you always told me you fell off the swing, it was really him?" I asked, anger boiling inside of me.

"I just couldn't tell you. I'm sorry I lied," he apologized.

"I'm gonna kick his ass!" I screamed. Nobody messes with my best friend. Nobody.

"It's okay. Please, calm down. It's not safe for the babies," he pleaded, putting a hand on my stomach. I put my hand over his, looking up to smile at him.

We had pulled into Tyler's driveway, and even though I had the protection of my mother, and boyfriend, I couldn't help but have a terrible feeling about this.