"So..how'd you wanna go about this?" Q asked from the table, taking a bite from his toast.
"I don't know. Do we really have to prepare a speech? Either way it's going to be terrible" I replied, buttering the hot slices of bread before me.
As I sat down at the table opposite him, I watched as his face thought through any option that his mind could possibly come up with. He remained unusually quiet as he finished off his breakfast, but then proceeded to give a confused look towards me.
"Not hungry?" He questioned, pointing at my toast that had barely a bite taken out of it. I couldn't form any words. Not even a quick no. "Are you feeling crap again?"
Nothing. I still had nothing. I wanted nothing more than to just blurt it out. Maybe that was the best option?
"Can you come with me for a second?" I asked, standing up from my chair. Brian raised an eyebrow from his seat, trying to figure out what was to come. Yet I'd doubt anything that he thought of was anything close to what I actually had to say. "Well?" I continued as I went to leave the kitchen, ushering for him to follow me.
"Y-yeah, sorry. My mind's everywhere today" he said as he got up, following me into the hallway.
Passing through the living room, I looked towards Dominic who was sat enjoying the usual morning cartoons.
"Jess.. when am I going home?" He quizzed. I wasn't entirely sure that he even wanted to leave, he was more so asking to see if he could stay longer.
"I just have to do something real quick, can you stay watching TV for a few more minutes and then I'll take you back to moms?" Disappointment spread across his face as he pouted, looking back at the television.
I turned to see Q waiting - and probably very confused. I headed for the hallway where the bedrooms were and made my way into my room, Brian shortly closing the door behind him.
"Ah so this is what you had in mind?" He asked suggestively, walking over to where I was stood by the bed. "A few minutes, though?" He side-smirked.
"Brian, sit down" I asserted. He looked at me, squinting his eyes a little trying to figure out if I was mad or just being overly dominant.
"Oh, you're actually being serious?" he half questioned as I continued to look at him waiting for him to just sit down. I wasn't trying to be mean. I was being assertive. I had the opportunity to tell him and I was finally ready. I didn't need any distractions - not from him or anyone. He had to know. He had every right to know.
Watching as he sat down, I turnt towards my drawers, opening them and retrieving a test in my hand. I began walking closer to Brian, who was now trying to figure out what I had clenched in my hands. I hadn't thought any further than this point, and my brain all but turned completely off. All I could do was stand there, looking at the clueless face in front of me.
Taking the positive test into my right hand, I threw it gently onto the bed next to him. Maybe it wasn't the right way to tell him, but at least I wasn't hiding the truth anymore. I watched as he looked next to him, picking up the small piece of plastic, before holding it over his thighs as he looked down at it. He remained quiet, and that had me worried. I just wish I had the right words to say, or the right questions to ask how he felt. But inside, I already knew that he'd be disappointed by the news.
"How long have you known?" He asked, still looking at the test, before slowly looking up at me.
"A couple days" I responded, barely audible. Receiving a sigh from Q as he rubbed his face.
"Did you know when you were in New York?"
"No. I only found out a couple of days after I got home. Do you really think that I'd drink if I knew that I was pregnant?"
