Reunion
"Just delete his number, seriously (Y/N). You don't deserve to be constantly reminded of him."
You looked at your best friend for a moment, nibbling on your lip as you contemplated taking her advice. She usually knew what was best for you, you had to admit that. But you almost felt that as soon as you deleted the number, it would be like the past two and a half years had been nothing but a very vivid dream.
You stared at the contact name on the screen of your phone; Tony <3. His contact picture of the two of you laughing, pressed cheek-to-cheek just made the ache in your chest even worse. How did something so great end so badly?
What you and your now ex-boyfriend Tony had was, in fact, pretty great. He was like your partner in crime, your other half. The two of you were rarely ever seen apart, and in the times when you were apart, both of you couldn't wait until you got to see each other again. It was like the two of you had a middle-school crush on each other, but that feeling never faded. Your heart never failed to miss a beat whenever you laid eyes on him.
But although the two of you were like kids in love around each other, there was always a serious factor to the relationship as well. Tony knew that you struggled with anxiety, and he was always there to wrap his arms around you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and hold you until you felt safe again when an anxiety attack struck. And as for Tony, he was the reserved type. When something bothered him, he didn't want to talk to anyone, and he preferred to be alone until he could get over whatever it was by himself. And although you're one who wants to know what is upsetting someone, you struggled, but eventually learned to give him his space when he needed it.
But one day, you had pushed him a little too far.
Tony was in a very bad mood one day when he arrived home late at night, something about Pierce the Veil and the new album that was being produced. You'd never seen him so foul before, and he had completely ignored you. You begun to grow frustrated, and pushed for information a little too much, and he exploded. And after much screaming and countless tears, he had told you that he couldn't deal with you, and walked out. And you hadn't seen him or talked to him at all in a little over a month.
With a sigh, you opened up the menu button and deleted the contact profile.
"You're right. I don't deserve this," your eyes didn't leave the phone screen as the contact name disappeared from the list.
"Good for you, (Y/N)" she squeezed your shoulders lightly, "I'm proud of you."
In all honesty, deleting a contact from your phone was the simplest of deeds. But you felt as though a piece of you was missing now, as though deleting Tony from your phone had finally made you realize that everything between you and him really was over.
You smiled at her weakly; you were incredibly grateful to have a friend like her, one who always had your back through thick and thin.
"Now forget about all this negativity, let's kick off this chick-flick marathon!" she cheered, passing you a bowl of Ben and Jerry's and clicking play on the remote.
***
"Oh my god this can't be happening," you muttered under your breath to yourself.
Pressing a hand to the top of your head to hold back your messy hair and sitting on the edge of your bath tub, you took a closer look at the blue box in your hand.
A positive test will exhibit two pink lines.
You fought back tears as you stared at the white plastic stick in your other hand for what seemed like hours. Sure enough, there were two pink lines.
"No no no no no," you groaned, tears slipping down your cheeks as you tossed both items on the floor in front of you. You couldn't be pregnant, you just couldn't be.
Grabbing the cell phone from the counter, you immediately scrolled through your contact list. But then it hit you; you had deleted his number. And you didn't know the number by heart. And you didn't know how to get in touch with him, or anyone who could talk to him. You were pregnant, and you couldn't even tell the father.
You dropped your cell to the tile along with the pregnancy test, and slid to the floor, sobbing. Tony was the only possible father of the child; when you met him, you were a virgin, and he was the only person you'd ever had sex with. And now that he was gone, you'd be forced to raise the child alone. No man wanted to date a twenty-one year old with a child. It was hopeless, you were sentenced to life as a single mother.
***
It had been four and a half months since you first discovered that you were with child. You had seen a doctor many times, and had already been given a few ultrasounds. In fact, you had just came from your last doctor's appointment, where the ultrasound was able to show you that the baby was male. You couldn't be happier to have a bouncing baby boy, and you were walking on your way toward your best friend's apartment. You wanted to give her the news in person.
With headphones in, you tuned out the world as you walked quickly down the sidewalk, wanting to get to her heated apartment sooner than later instead of being outside in the cool fall air. You glanced down at your feet, watching the cracks in the sidewalk as you passed by them.
"Oh!"
Your hands immediately flew to your abdomen as you protected it from the person that you had just accidentally ran into. Mumbling a small apology, you were prepared to keep on walking. But you happened to look up at the person. And your heart skipped a beat when you realized who it was.
"(Y/N)..." he murmured.
You pressed your lips together, glancing down at your feet again as you spoke, your voice hoarse, "Hi Tony."
He gazed at you for a moment, stunned. But then his eyes became fixated on your arms wrapped protectively around your slightly rounding abdomen.
"(Y/N)...what are you..?" his voice raised slightly at the end, leaving a silent question hanging in the air.
Your bit down on your pink lips as tears jumped to the surface of your eyes. Slowly, you nodded, glancing down at your abdomen.
Tony was frozen in shock for a moment. His eyes darted between your face and your small baby bump, and he stuttered, "I...I'm a..."
"You have a son, Tony. I'm pregnant, and he's yours," you choked out.
Tony's eyes glistened, and after a moment, he pulled you into an unexpected hug.
"I'm so sorry,(Y/N), I'm so sorry," he practically sobbed, burying his face in your hair.
As much as he had hurt you, you couldn't help but let your hands make their way to his back, slowly trailing the fingers up and down his spine in the way that you knew comforted him.
"Don't apologize," you murmured, leaning your head on his shoulder.
"No, you deserve an apology," he pulled away the slightest bit to look you dead in the eyes, "I was an idiot for the way I lashed out at you (Y/N) Completely an idiot. You didn't deserve that. You were just trying to help me, and I freaked out which was completely stupid and unnecessary, and I've regretted ever doing that since the moment I left that night. I've wanted to come back to you, but I was afraid that you'd never take me back. (Y/N) I can't tell you how sorry I am. And I don't want you to go through this alone. I want to be there for you, and our little boy. I just want us to be a family. Please (Y/N), take me back. I don't deserve it at all, but I'm begging. I don't want you to be a single parent, and I don't want him to grow up without a father," Tony squeezed you even tighter, and you could hear his breath catch in his throat a few times; he was definitely crying now.
You pressed your lips to his jaw lightly, "It's okay, Tone. I forgive you."
He beamed, kissing your forehead and letting another tear slip down his cheek, "I love you, (Y/N) . I can't wait to see him," he murmured.
"I can't either," you smiled down as he pressed his hands to your abdomen with a grin upon his lips. Looking back into his dark eyes, you grinned back at him, "I love you too."
