Oh my gosh, my best friend is the father of my baby

Oh my gosh, my best friend is the father of my baby_ch24

Hy people, so like I promised: I'M UPLOADING!! 

The year is ending soon and I'm thinking about the past few months as a "writer".

I didn't expect the story to be liked like this! I mean, okay I'm not a mega popular writer like p.e DarknessAndLight (gosh I love this girl!! I would like to spend only one hour in her mind...) but the story got really good feedback.

All the adds to your library are showing me that there are people who like my story, even though it's a bit of a clichè story. Your "upload soon!" comments are the thing that motivates me the most! I can honestly say, that I would take much longer to upload without them.

So thank you about everything!!

I'm planning on finishing this story in the following year, so I hope you'll have just a bit more patience with me ;) 

I wish everyone of you, a wonderful new year with much sucess, health and LAST BUT NEVER LEAST LOVE ;)

so yeah, I should begin with the story: 

"You shouldn't have done this" I said as I watched us pass the houses. Why did he have to make things worse? I sighed heavily. No wonder he did this. I, his girlfriend has been sreweed up by her best friend, and is now not only pregnant by him, but also her life is in danger. 

"I know, I shouldn't have, but  I just got angry. He ruined your life, our life" Max hissed but immediately apologized "I'm sorry, I know it was not okay" 

Well, this isn't going to help me much, I thought but smiled in the end. With my left hand I touched his right one, which was on the sterring wheel. The coldness of his skin shocked me in the first place, but I didn't want to take it back. Max was always there for me, helping me out. I remembered the night when he found out about the pregnantcy, when he promised me that he's going to protect me.

And well, he really did keep his promise until now.

 His expression showed me shock, but in the same time happiness. He gave me a warm but also sad smile and took my hand. 

A few minutes later and a stop at the milk-shake bar we arrived at Max's and Evy's home. The old fireman building reminded me of my childhood, when Max and I used to play. We entered the building and were immediately greeted by Evy, who was standing in front of the kitchen with her red apron on. The whole kitchen was a mess. "Mum, what the hell is going on?" Max asked sceptically and already knowing what happened. 

"Uhm...hello. I just wanted to make pasta allà Geranimo", Evy answerd while trying to wipe the mess off her apron and fixing her blonde hair. Yeah, this was definetely the Evy I know. 

When we were children Evy also tried to cook something but ended up making up a huge mess and a uneatable dinner. In the end Cliff or Max had to fix it.. Sometimes also my mum helped out and brought us gratin. But unfortunately this didn't happend often, because when time came, she and dad had to travel a lot. 

The memories of old times made me sad,but I didn't want Max and Evy to worry, so I just put the thoughts beside. Or better let's say, I tried.

I sat down on the table, Max right beside me, when Evy gave me a glas of strawberry juice. "Flora dear, your mother called today. She and your dad are coming home on monday" I nearly puked out my juice.