Runaway // Matthew Espinosa

Chapter 44

"Say something, please." I chewed on my lip, having the worst feeling lingering in my stomach.

"Are you really pregnant?" Matt asked, still with no emotion on his face and I was scared to see how he would react.

"I'm serious and you're scaring the hell out of me by not saying something." I managed go squeak out that sentence, on the verge of tears.

Matt's eyes filled with tears, and they began to slip out. He reached for my hands, placing his forehead against mine. His soft, brown eyes looked into mine and he gave me a smile. This feeling of relief rushed through me.

"You don't understand how happy I am right now." Matt nodded at me, still unable to get a grip of himself.

I wiped my eyes, pulling Matt into my arms. He hugged me tightly, and we stayed like this for a few minutes.

Matt wiped his face, not being able to stop smiling. He placed a hand on my growing bump, and I placed my hand on top of his. Matt kissed my cheek, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

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"So what should we do about New York?" I asked him, as he made me a sandwich in the kitchen.

"I think we should wait you know? This is going to be too much stress on you." Matt said, placing my plate in front of me and then sitting down to eat his own sandwich as well. "Maybe just wait until she/he is here and then worry about it." He continued.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." I nodded at him, while taking a bite of my sandwich.

"So how is the sandwich?" Matt grinned at me, proud of it because it was the only thing he could cook, without screwing up or burning the house down.

"Absolutely amazing, Chef Espinosa." I told him, getting a cute little laugh out of him.

"Thank you very much." Matt did a little bow. "Plus I'm sure our little dude is getting hungry too." His eyes lit up every time he talked about the baby.

I was extremely grateful that Matt stayed, that we were in a good situation. Everything was falling back into place.

I finished up lunch with Matt and then went upstairs to shower. After finishing my shower and getting dressed, I picked up my phone to see if I had gotten any messages. An unknown number showed up.

Unknown: I know about the baby.

Z: Who is this?

I had only told Matt and I didn't think he had told anyone else yet. Anyways if he did, it would have been our friends and family.

Unknown: Let's keep this interesting by keeping me anonymous.

Z: How do you know about my baby?

Unknown: I've been watching you here and there. You sure have changed and that bump is becoming a little obvious, huh?

Z: Seriously, who the hell is this? If this is some idea of a joke, stop.

Unknown: Take care of yourself and that little unborn child of yours.

Z: I'm reporting you to the police if you don't tell me who you are.

Unknown: If this doesn't stay between the two of us, you're really gonna regret that decision.