Butterflies {Corey Crawford}

Daddy Issues

"Dude," Brandon jumps up, backing away from me and Corey, "I-I didn't mean to."

"Obviously you did you're the one that did it, dumbass." Corey fires back, coming into the room.

"No, I-I don't know why I did t-that." Brandon explains again, falling on top of the bed as he backs into it. Corey pulls his sleeves up and I panic, running over to him.

"Corey please don't. Relax." I say, tugging at his shirt.

"He kissed you Evelyn." He growls, staring straight at the quivering boy.

"He didn't mean anything by it. It was heat of the moment. I shouldn't have been comforting him like that. It's my fault." I explain, stepping in front of Corey before he can get any closer to Brandon.

"Yeah, heat o-of the moment. That's your girl. I didn't mean it." Brandon speaks quickly, holding his hands up in defense.

"Why were you in here anyways? What did you guys do while I was out?" Corey asks, his voice seeping with anger.

"Alyssa lied to him. She's not actually pregnant. She's been wearing fake baby bumps to pretend. I came in here to show him." I explain and Corey lightens up. He drops his hands to his sides, shaking his head.

"Seriously? She did that?" He directs the question at Brandon, he seems a little more relax.

"Yeah." Brandon whispers. Corey goes and sits beside him, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"That sucks, I know how excited you were, kid." He says and Brandon just nods, "I couldn't imagine that happening."

They continue to talk and I take the chance to leave the room, shutting the door behind me. Fifty perks up when I enter the living room, her tail making a noise as she wags it and hits the couch. My stomach growls violently, stopping me in my tracks. I sigh and spin around heading for the kitchen. Being pregnant is so exhausting, I always have to pee, I'm always hungry, I'm always nauseous, my back always hurts. And speaking of that, my stomach has been growing so much recently. If I'm this big at four months, I can't even imagine how big I'll be at nine.

I dig through the fridge and find stuff to make a salad. I begin to cut up vegetables and some fruit, tossing them on a plate. A door opens down the hallway and Corey and Brandon come into sight.

"Where's mine?" Corey asks, looking my food.

"Don't forget, I'm feeding three people." I say, stuffing my mouth. He just laughs as he rolls his eyes, walking past me to get in the fridge.

"How are you doing Bran?" I ask, going and sitting next to him at the table.

"Better, actually." He answers, giving me a smile.

"Him and I are going to the club." Corey chimes, kicking the fridge closed as he opens a Gatorade.

"That's funny, you thought." I answer, giving him a look.

"No listen, babe. It's for Brandon. We're gonna find him a one night stand. Something to make him feel better." Corey explains, sitting across from me.

"He just said he feels better." I mumble, crunching a tomato.

"I take it back, I feel terrible. Absolutely horrible." Brandon says, wiping a fake tear from under his eye.

"Whatever. He better be the only one with the one night stand. I don't want to hear anything about what you guys are doing." I answer and they both laugh

"It'll be fine. Hang out with one of your friends." Corey says and I snort

"I don't have friends." I hum, shrugging my shoulders.

"Patrick and Amanda are your friends." Brandon chimes and I nod.

"Good idea, I'll fly to New York to hang out with Amanda." I say sarcastically.

"Damn, those babies have you moody." He whispers and I elbow him. The two of them continue their convo as I sit listening, picking at my salad. My phone dings, causing me to jump. I grab it and see there's a reminder.

"Corey, I have a doctors appointment tomorrow, are you coming?" I ask, reading the reminder on my phone.

"Ew why would I want to go?" He answers, his brows furrowed.

"Corey, for the babies. It's an appointment for the babies." I answer, running my hand through my hair.

"Oh! Right, okay, yeah I'll go. When?"

"9:30 am." I say and he nods. With that, I finish my salad and wash the plate. I say goodnight before heading into the bathroom. I strip from my clothes and jump in the shower, making the water as hot as possible. I clean up quickly, doing my best to hurry. I'm just a bit jet lagged and it's finally hitting me. I finish up and put on some pajamas, them barely fitting. I haven't had time to go and get maternity clothes so everything is a little snug right now. I rub my eyes as I head to Corey's room, laying down. Fifty is sat on my side of the bed. I push her over just a smidge and pull the covers over my shoulders. Within minutes I'm fast asleep.

"Evelyn." I jump, the light blinding me as I open my eyes. Corey is hovered above me, his hand on my stomach.

"What?" I growl, covering my eyes with my hands.

"Get up, babe. Your appointment is soon." He answers, being amazingly nice even though I just snapped at him.

"Oh yeah." I yawn, stretching. It takes me a few minutes but I finally get up. I throw on some random clothes and quickly get ready. I grab my purse and we leave the house just in time.

The hospital is quiet, the nurses off doing their work. I see Hunter and my friend Gianna sitting down, chatting. They see us and both smile, Gianna standing up.

"It's so good to see you! I've missed you so much!" She cries, pulling me into a hug. I hug her back and agree, before we both follow her down to the ultrasound room. We sit down and just go through the basics.

"Oh, we're doing new testing these days where we check blood for any diseases and disorders the baby could encounter. Is it okay if I take both of your blood?" Gianna asks, getting some needles. Corey and I nonchalantly agree, neither of us minding.

"So how long have you been together?" Gianna coos, giving me a wink.

"A little over 4 months, just like the babies." I answer, rubbing my hand across my stomach.

"How cute! I'm so happy for you!" She finishes with our blood and hurries out of the room, taking my ultrasound photos along. Corey and I pass the time by discussing baby names, for the 20th time. We still can't decide on anything. Any name I like he hates, and vice versa. Who knew it would be this difficult to just name the kid.

Gianna comes back, maybe ten minutes later, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Oh god, what's wrong?" I ask, my heart rate rising.

"Evelyn, I-I don't know how to tell you guys this," she glances back and forth between Corey and I, "Something showed up that I wasn't... expecting."

"Yeah, clearly. Spit it out." I say

"Corey's not the father."