Dr. Frost

16

I felt sick. I felt numb. I couldn't move from where I was standing. I just stared. Stared at the woman standing before me. Stared at the stomach that contained life. "Let me in!" She pushed past me and I let her. I didn't even have the energy. I was drained. My mind was blank I couldn't even process what was happening. I gained enough sense and spun around before shutting the door and sitting on the living room couch. She was stood against the opposite couch and all I could do was stare at her baby bump. "Who was it?" We heard Frost ask as he approached the room. My eyes started filling with tears as he noticed the woman that stood between him and I - in more ways than one. "Zoe?"
"It's been a while." She spoke and his face screwed up in anger before noticing her bump and softening his expression.

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Frost

I looked over at Melissa and saw her cheeks wet with tears. My heart dropped and I looked back at Zoe. "That's not mine!" Was all I managed to say. "Oh here we go!" Zoe threw her hands up and I noticed Melissa stand. "Wait!" I called out to her and our eyes met. The look in her eyes was enough to cause a deep pain in my heart. "I'm going to go." She spoke quickly whilst wiping her tears and grabbing her suitcase from our weekend away. "Yes you should go. Me and him have some things to discuss." Zoe chimed in and I gave her a deathly stare. "Don't drop your shit on me. That's not mine and you know it." I spat at her with anger feeling my blood boil before walking over to Melissa. "Don't go." I pleaded and grabbed her hands. She shook me off of her as if repulsed and looked into my eyes. "Just leave me alone Frost. Don't come after me." Her words cut into me and I stood there unresponsive and helpless, watching as she left my house shutting the door behind herself.

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Melissa

I dragged my suitcase with me as I walked slowly down the road. I didn't have any transport as we had gone with Frosts car. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I switched it on for the first time in days and watched it come to life before finding the taxi number. My phone buzzed in my hands as the notifications from all of the unanswered texts and missed calls came through. I dialled the taxi number and called one for myself before waiting for it's arrival.
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It wasn't long till I got home and although I was glad to be back in my own personal space, I still felt numb from the recent occurrence. "Finally you're back! You need to spill it all. How was it?!" Santana asked as I stepped through the door, shutting it behind myself in the process. I looked at her and she noticed my expression. "What did he do?!" She asked with anger to her tone whilst walking towards me. Tears started filling my eyes once again as I felt her arms wrap around me in comfort.
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"Is that him?" Santana asked nodding towards my phone that was now vibrating on the table. I glanced over at it and saw his name fill my screen. "I can't talk to him." I said shaking my head as my eyes continue to water. I had just filled my sister in on our weekend away, as well as the pregnant woman that showed up at his front door. Everything was going so well, I didn't understand how things could change in almost an instant. From Kevin creeping his way back into my life to a pregnant woman and a baby, I didn't think I could handle it all. "Did you ask him? You know, about her?" She asked snapping me back to our conversation. "I didn't ask. I just left. I didn't even know he had been seeing someone recently." Looking back at it, I had never heard or seen him with someone else. He had only been my therapist for five months so I didn't even know him well enough to discuss past relationships. Maybe that's what I get for jumping in bed with him so soon. I should have waited. I should have let us establish some sort of relationship at the least. My phone buzzed once again and I grabbed it seeing his name on the screen. Switching it off, I stood and grabbed my suitcase. "I'm having an early night, I need to go and meet another soon to be bride early tomorrow morning." Santana nodded and smiled at me sympathetically.
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The next day I woke up exhausted after a sleepless night and all I wanted to do was stay in bed. I took my time getting ready for work and all I could manage was a banana for breakfast. My appetite had gone out of the window but who could blame me? Having Frost's pregnant other on my mind, and being scared of Kevin's intentions had left me stressed. "Hello, Melissa right?" I smiled and nodded at the red head stood before me. She was tall and had the greenest eyes I think I had ever seen. "Yes. Natasha?" I questioned and saw her smile before nodding. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I know we have a lot to get through." She said apologising. "It's no bother, where did you want to start?" I saw her rummage through her handbag before pulling out a big book. "Thought I'd save you the trouble and bring some of my notes and stuff." I glanced at the book as she turned it page by page. It was more of a portfolio, full of pictures notes and some fabric pieces stuck to every other page. I was glad she was prepared because I wasn't in the right mood or mind frame to come up with wedding concepts and ideas. In all honesty I was looking forward to getting back home and spending my evening wallowing in my bed.
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We worked for hours on her plans and by the time I looked up it was lunch. "Should we meet at the same time tomorrow?" She asked and I nodded with a smile. "I'll let you know what time if that's okay?" She nodded and we said our goodbyes before she headed off. I cancelled the rest of my meetings for the day and decided to head home early. I only had some venue viewings and they could wait till tomorrow so I wasn't in a rush. I grabbed my things - including Natasha's wedding portfolio that she left with me and headed back home to rest. By the time I parked my car, it was pouring down with rain. Miserable day to match my miserable mood. Reaching into my bag to take out my keys, I headed over to my front door only to find Frost stood there in the rain. My stomach fluttered and I dropped my keys startled by his presence.
"You haven't answered any of my calls." He stated as I picked up my keys from the floor and approached the door. "I told you not to come after me." I said ignoring his gaze and occupying myself with the task of opening the door. "Let me explain." He reached out, placing his hand on mine stopping me from turning the key. My body shivered from his touch and I looked up at him. "Please." He pleaded and I sighed inward before turning the key, opening the door in the process. I gestured for him to follow me in and I saw his shoulders drop in relief. He looked so damn good, it was hard staying mad at him but this wasn't a light situation. "The baby is not mine." He started so abruptly. My brow rose and I scoffed. "So who's baby is it; because she's clearly pregnant." I crossed my arms as he ran his hand through his hair. "I don't know.." Was all he managed. "Have you slept with her before?" I asked and he nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact. "How long ago?" This time his eyes met mine and I knew just by his expression that it wasn't too long ago. "Maybe seven months or so." My heart dropped and I know my face showed the pain. "What makes you think the baby is not yours then?" He shrugged and walked towards me. "She's crazy. That baby could be anyone's." He defended and I shifted back slightly, keeping the distance between us evident. "I'm doing a DNA test. When the baby is born." I saw him shrug as if that made things okay. "How far along is she?" I asked trying to do the maths in my head. "I don't know. I don't care." His face showed his anger and I knew the situation had gotten to him. "That baby is probably yours. You can't just not care. What if it was me that you'd gotten pregnant?" Would he really act so selfish if that was the case? "I would give my world to you and our child. But Zoe.. She isn't carrying my child." He was adamant the baby wasn't his and a part of me wanted to believe so; but with no DNA proof till the baby was born, I had no choice but to think the worst. I leaned against the couch trying to stop myself from breaking down from it all. "Where does this leave us?" I asked more so to myself than to him. "Nothing has to change. It's still me and you." His words were soothing but unrealistic. Moving closer to me once again, I felt him cup my chin in his palm before lifting my face to meet his eyes. "Don't push me away." My eyes began to water and I fought the urge to let them drop. "I need some time to think. This is a lot for me. We've only just started this.. Whatever this is. I need to get my mind right with it all." I had to consider both possible outcomes; how things would be if the baby isn't his and if the baby is, would I be happy with playing stepmom? I wasn't too fond on the idea in all honesty. "That's okay. I'll give you time; but I'm not letting you go."
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The weekend had come along and I was glad. Santana was dragging me out of the house to let my hair down and get my mind off of things. I still hadn't given Frost an answer on where we stood and I wasn't planning on doing so anytime soon. "Drink up! Tonight we are getting wasted!" Santana shoved a drink into my hand and I held it out away from my body in an attempt not to pour its contents onto my dress. Tilting my head back, I let the liquor slide into my mouth and down my throat before feeling it coat my chest and pump through my body. I was in my element and I loved it! I dragged Santana onto the crowded dance floor as the mix of alcohol in my system and the beating sound of music put me in a trance.
After a few songs, I staggered towards the bar in my heels, waving down the bartender and ordering a few shots for Santana and I. "All yours?" I looked to my side to find a familiar face. "Heyyyyyy you!" I smiled realising it was Frosts's brother Jack. I hadn't seen him since he and Jenny's wedding not too long ago. "How much have you had to drink?" He questioned with a raised brow. "Not enough." I said with a chuckle. "Where's Jenny?!" I asked whilst looking around. "At home, I'm here with some work colleagues. Who are you with?" He half yelled over the music. "My sister. She's.." I trailed off trying to spot Santana. "Somewhere." I finished. "Are you going to be okay?" I nodded and grabbed my drinks before saying goodbye and heading off to find Santana. After searching a few areas and sections of the club, I gave up and sat down to rest my aching feet with the alcohol still swimming in my head. I drank the shots I bought for us before taking out my phone and finding Santana's number to dial. "Pleasure seeing you here." I jumped at the voice next to my ear and looked up to find Kevin standing next to me. My heart began to beat at a fast pace and as if in an instant, I felt myself sober up slightly. "Wh-what are you doing here?!" I shouted over the music. He pulled up a chair and sat beside me. "Same thing you are. Enjoying my night." He smirked and I clutched my phone tightly. "What do you want. Why are you here?!" I spat with anger and saw him chuckle. "Ease up. I'm not here to cause trouble . I'm a married man remember." Holding his left hand up at me I glanced at the ring then back at him. "Stay away from me!" I stood abruptly feeling my head spin, before stumbling from the effects of the alcohol. "Easy there." He grabbed onto my arm to steady me and I yanked myself from him. "Don't touch me!" I spat and saw a few faces turn towards us. "Come on let me take you home." I felt his palm touch my lower back as he stood. "I said don't touch me!" I pushed him away and stumbled once again, this time falling backwards. Before I could catch myself I felt someone's arms grab hold of me from behind. Turning my head I looked to find Frost glaring towards Kevin and he didn't look too happy. "Leave. Before I make you leave!" Frosts's words were more of a threat than a request. "I'm just looking out for her." Kevin threw his hands up as if in surrender. "If I see you near her again, I'll kill you!" Something about Frost's tone showed me he meant every word and I know Kevin knew it too. Without saying anything further, he straightened his shirt and walked off into the large crowd. "I..um, I'm-"
"Drunk." He stated, finishing off my sentence full of gibberish. He was still pissed and I wasn't sure if it was now at me or Kevin. "MELISSA!" We both turned, spotting Santana who was now approaching. "I've been looking all over for you!" She noticed Frost next to me and her tone changed. "What are you doing here?!" I pulled myself from Frosts's arms and tried to balance on my own. "Kevin was here." I spoke hoping she would get it and she did. "You should both get home. Let's go." He said whilst walking towards the exit. I follow behind as Santana steadied me with the link of her arm. I don't think I had ever been so sloppy and drunk before in my life. The cold air hit me instantly as we stepped outside and I was glad the wind was in full effect. Getting into Frosts's car, I slid into the front as Santana got into the back. The club was about thirty minutes away from our house and I knew the car journey was going to be tense to say the least. It didn't take long for my sister to fall asleep at the back so I took this as the opportunity to break the silence between Frost and I. "How did you know where I would be?" I spoke softly, hearing my voice crack. "My brother called me." Figures. "Why did you come?" I asked again; not once did his eyes leave the road. "He said you were beyond drunk. I knew you shouldn't have been out in such a state. It's a good thing I arrived when I did." That, I couldn't deny. "Thank you." I said referring to him saving me from Kevin. "Have you had time to think?" This time he looked at me. "I don't know." I answered truthfully before looking out of the window. It fell silent and I looked at him. "Are you mad at me?" I asked and he turned his gaze towards me with a furrowed brow. "Why would I be mad at you?" I shrugged at his question. "I'm mad at myself Melissa. For bringing this crap onto you and pushing you to the point of drinking excessively to get away from it all. That prick could have hurt you tonight, and it's all because of me." He sighed in defeat. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and stroked his hair. "I just need time, that's all. Doesn't mean I don't care for you. I love you." I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that was still swimming in my system that made me say that, but it caught us both off guard. I dropped my hand onto my lap as he met my gaze in shock. "I don't know what I'm saying. It's been a long night. I just want to get home and rest." Shifting my body against the seat, I faced the window before closing my eyes; and in that moment, I wasn't sure what hurt me more - my head, or the fact that he hadn't said it back.

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