Someday

Chapter Twenty-Nine

It has been a week since we have visited Brandon's, Mya's dad, house, and let me tell you we have not been the same since. Well scratch that I have been the same, Mya hasn't really been talking to me. I guess that she is mad, or pissed, at me because of the answer that I have given her father.

Don't get me wrong there is some type of love there because she carrying my first child. But am I in love with her is the question that I don't have the answer to.

At the moment Mya and I are trying to pack any last minute items up in my apartment so that we can finally move into our house. I was able to do a little negotiating with the apartment manager and only have to pay for next month's rent, which is not as bad as I thought. We moved a little bit of Mya's stuff into the house already, she wants to leave her things in the condo, why I don't know. We bought a few things for the nursery, but she wants to wait for us to find out the sex of the baby before we really get into the theme.

"Mya stop trying to carry that box and pick out something lighter," I try not to snap at her but she is really pushing my buttons with her attitude, and it doesn't have anything to do with the baby.

"No, besides it's not even heavy," she rolls her eyes as she continues to try and pick it up.

"You just got out of the hospital and the doctors told you to take it easy!" I feel like I am a broken record but I don't know how many times I have to tell her that. "Tanner I'm pregnant, not fragile now chill out!" she snaps dropping the box as a big crash comes out of it.

God dammit!

A couple of days ago I found out that M had to be rushed to the hospital because she doesn't know the definition of taking it easy. She said that she felt some cramping and has a little bit of bleeding, by a little she probably meant a lot. She had to stay a couple of nights there because Dr. Bryce wanted to keep a close eye on her. I was planning on staying the hospital with her, but Mya didn't want me there. Not wanting to cause anymore stress to her or the baby I left. Not that I got any sleep that night.

And to add salt to the wound she called her dad before she called me.

"What is your problem Mya?"

"I don't have a problem."

"You don't have a problem you have been treating me like shit this whole week! So I ask again what is your problem?"

"And again I tell you I don't have a problem fucking problem."

"Whatever I don't have time for this," I snatch the box off the floor, "you already broke something in this shit." I look through the box after ripping it open to see if anything of value broke.

She's lucky.

"I hope that you're not going to be like this when we get married, we have to talk to each other you know."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know that you still wanted to get married."

Is she fucking serious right now?

"You're still wearing my ring are you not? Did I take it back from you after the shit you pulled at the hospital?"

"Because I didn't want you in my face!"

"I don't give a damn if you don't want me in your face, it's my child too," I really need to calm down because of the fact that I am seeing red and she is being so fucking nonchalant about the whole thing really has me on edge. "If you are upset with me about what I said at your dad's then I apologize, but it's the truth."

"The fact that you don't know if you are going to marry me because of the baby or love is a red flag to me."

"The fact that you kept me from something important and made me look like an ass in front of, not only your dad, but the nurse, and Dr. Bryce is a huge fucking red flag. So what when you don't get your way you make sure other people hurt too? Well good fucking job Mya you did a very good at doing that. You know what I applaud you for shitty ass performance," I ignorantly clap my hands.

"You're such an ass!" she cries slapping my hands out of her face.

"Yeah well it's this ass that has gotten you pregnant in the first place. I'm tired so I'm going to bed, or whatever is left of it. Look if you don't care to see my face anymore, you know where the door is."

~

It's two o'clock in the morning and I have yet to even close my eyes. The whole time I didn't hear the front door open or shut so I knew that Mya hasn't left.

Why didn't she come to be- never mind?

I struggle to get off the mattress as I attempt to make my way to the living room, why was indeed a struggle because it was dark and boxes were all over the place. The closer I get I could hear the sniffles coming from the couch. Kneeling down to where Mya slept in a fatal position, or she at least tries. I don't know what to say to her after everything that I have said except for "I'm sorry," I whisper rubbing her arms comforting her the best that I can.

"Why doesn't anyone love me?" she continues to cry which made me feel more like shit than I already did before.

"That's not true, a lot of people love you."

"You don't love me."

"I do."

"Don't say shit that you don't mean," she tries to push me away, but that didn't work."

"I haven't been expressing my feelings really well lately. When your dad was asking me all those questions, I got nervous, I didn't know how to answer them correctly. But when I do tell you that I love you believe me, alright," I lift her head up so that she can look me in my eyes. "I love you," I don't know where that came from but just saying it felt right.

"Are you just saying that?"

"What did I just say?" she rolls her eyes instead of replying. "What did I say?'

"To believe you."

"So then believe me."

"Tanner," her voice was just above a whisper, "please don't break my heart."

"As long as you don't break mines."