My Darling, You're Mine.

Chapter 37

I was finally able to pick the lock to get into Vic and I's room. I slept on the couch overnight, and now I have an hour until my job interview. I slipped on some black skinny jeans, not wanting to look too professional- I am going to a tattoo shop after all. "(F/n)?" I looked to my side and saw Vic rubbing his eyes.

"Yes?" I answered back in monotone.

"Where are you going?" He asked me, a frown on his perfect features.

"To a job interview," I said, while slipping on a black button up shirt.

"Why? You're pregnant, you shouldn't be working too much," I chuckled dryly and rolled my eyes, turning to face him as I swing my hair into a pony tail.

"Weren't you the one that said I don't help? Here I am, helping." I walked out of the room, hearing quick shuffles of feet following behind me.

"What did I say to you?" Vic questioned, concern lacing his voice.

"Things- that hurt me mind you. Just let me go to the interview, I'll be back soon," I grabbed my phone and opened the front door, stepping out.

"I'm sorry," was the last thing Vic said before I closed the door. Yes, I may be being a rude bitch right now, but I can't just simply forgive him. There's no doubt he may have been tipsy, or even drunk last night for him to say that to me, but that's where he's more at fault.

He knows I'm there for him with whatever he needs. Yet, he chose alcohol to solve it. It isn't me being a bitch, it was his actions of putting himself in that drunken state of mind that got us here.

The shop was only a short walk away, which was nice. Drawings of dragons, pin-up girls and mandalas wrapped around the front of the building. I opened the door, the ring of a bell letting everyone know I walked in. "Hi, I'm here for a job interview?"

A girl with several tattoos and a nose piercing smiled at me, her lips painted with black lipstick. "Hey! I'm Cara," she extended a hand out to me which I shook. "(F/n), right?"

"Yes," I responded politely, not wanting to screw this up.

"Well, you look fit for the job. We don't let you tattoo until you've been here a month or more-" she leaned in to whisper in my ear. "The boss has trust issues," she leaned back out. "So, accept the job at the desk, and you've got yourself a job! We pay 10 bucks an hour," I smiled.

"I'll take it!"

"Awesome! Let's bring you in back to meet everyone else." I nodded and let Cara guide me through the shop to what seemed to be a break room, filled with two other men. "Oli, Austin, I want you to meet (f/n), she's new!" I smiled and waved at the two ridiculously tall men.

"Nice to meet you!" Austin said with a bright smile, patting my back while Oli sling an arm around my shoulder.

"We're looking forward to your company," I stayed silent, taking a mental note of Oli's accent.

My mind still lingers on Vic. I hope he's happy with the fact that I have a job now. I set a hand on my stomach and sighed, running my thumb along what will be a baby bump.

What happens when the baby is born?

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