The Fighter

Chapter 15

|Andy|

I was still almost shaking when we pulled into the driveway. Tobi was dead. And it was probably my fault. I should've never gone to that first fight. I shouldn't have. I should've known.

"Andy, are you listening to me?"

"Wha-what?"

"You've gotta to let go for a bit. You thinking about all this so much isn't healthy."

"Well, I can't stop."

"Let me help you."

"I don't need any help from you, of all people."

"Andy, I know I've fucked up today, but let me fix this at least."

"And how are you going to fix it?"

"By any means possible." He pulled me across the center console and onto his lap. It seemed so easy for him, like nothing bad had happened between us. Like we hadn't been arguing for days.

"Simon, just make it okay again."

"How far are you willing to go to make it okay again?"

"As far as it takes."

|Simon|

I looked at her lying next to me in bed. God, I was an idiot sometimes. I'd almost let her get away. I'd scared her. Why she hadn't gotten as far away from my sorry arse as possible, I wasn't sure.

Now she was sleeping in bed that I'd taken the most precious thing she had from her in. A big feat for a boy like me with a girl like her. But I had messed up. I had forgotten about a condom, and to pull out. Christ, she might actually kill me in the morning.

But for right now, I could watch the only thing I held dear to me be at peace for once.

|Andy|

Simon wasn't in bed when I woke up. It was strange. I had always woken up first when he had stayed the night. I was hoping we could talk about last night. After everything. Because now there was a chance things were going to get way more complicated.

But maybe that was all he'd seen me as. A game with a good fuck at the end. That's probably all I was. Nothing more than a game.

"Andy, I can hear you moving around up there. Come down here. I'm in the kitchen." So he hadn't just left. He was still here. But what was he doing in the kitchen?
Making breakfast, apparently. Eggs, toast, bacon, that sort of stuff. This just got more bizarre. But it did smell good. Who was I to argue?

"And how does the most beautiful girl in the world feel?"

"Sore. And not that beautiful."

"Well, your eyes are deceiving you then."

"Simon, we do still need to talk about last night."

"I know. I'll be fine with whatever you decide if you do end up..."

"If I end up pregnant, I'm going to keep it."

"Okay, we'll keep it. It will be mine too."

"Do you want to be in its life though?"

"There is no doubt in my mind that I do. I want to be there for you and them."

"Well, we don't even know if I'm pregnant yet.