Storming over to the table as quickly as I could, I leaned over Sal's shoulder, swiping the envelope from his grasp. As I looked down, the photo had already been half pulled out. Sal began turning towards me in his seat, giving me a look that had me on edge. All of the guys were still caught up in their food and banter to notice the embrace between the two of us.
"Please don't" I mouthed to Sal, eyes almost pleading. He shook his head before turning back towards the table.
"You ready to go out?" Q asked from across the table.
"Uh yeah, sure, I'm ready" I slightly stammered.
Walking down the beach, I tried my best to hide the uneasiness in my body, but the job I was doing clearly wasn't going down too well.
"What's up with you? You've barely said a word half of the walk here." Q asked.
"How much do you trust Sal? Like I get that you obviously trust him to some degree, but do you tell him every little thing?" I stopped, turning to look at him.
"I pretty much tell him everything."
"That's not answering my question. Do you trust him?"
"I'd trust him with my life, sure. Why?" He asked, starting to sound confused.
"He knows I'm pregnant" I sighed, planting myself onto the sand. Q stayed standing for a few seconds longer whilst he thought about what to say next, before sitting himself down next to me.
"Does he know it's mine?"
"Well ye.. I don't know, I don't know what you tell him about us. I mean, I guess he does?"
"Shall I text him? Tell him to meet us somewhere?"
"He is going to completely berate us. The whole entire time" I groaned, leaning back into the sand, covering my face with my palms. I could here the tapping of Q's fingers hitting the screen of his phone. I wonder how Sal would react when he knew the whole truth. I know he's always came down hard on us before, but he would never take it any further due to his loyalties to Brian. But there's always a line with everyone, and I was hoping that this wouldn't be Sal's. Q and I had only just came to terms with the pregnancy ourselves, I sure as hell wasn't ready to explain this to everyone else just yet. Not that I wasn't happy, but a lot of people are going to be having a negative opinion about this. I couldn't keep dealing with one stress right after the other.
Hearing the chime of Q's phone sound, I sat up, watching his reaction as he read the text.
"He's on his way" he said, placing his phone back into his pocket. "Chill, babe" he rested his hand on my thigh. "Don't work yourself up over nothing, he won't tell anyone" he smiled calmly, although I could tell it was more forced than genuine.
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"I'm sick and fucking tired of keeping your secrets" Sal's voice appeared from behind us, before he walked to sit in front of us. To say he looked pissed was a complete and utter understatement. "And now you're fucking pregnant? How could you both be that idiotic?" The anger evident in his voice, whilst trying his best not to raise it. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, I didn't know if his words were making me angry, or if they were making me feel cheap. He definitely didn't seem to know the complete situation between Q and myself. Although we clearly haven't been involved with one another long enough to start a family, I didn't want him to think that this was just a hook up gone wrong. As much as it was an accident, we loved each other. So this wasn't a complete mistake on our hands. At least not to us.
"We're not asking you to keep anymore secrets" Q added, remaining calm as of now.
"It's a fucking baby, man, are you gonna tell everyone this? Right now, on this day, are you going to march your way back into that hotel and announce this piece of information to everybody?"
