ALEX

PIE

I want everything. I want it all. I want apples, grapes, berries, milk chocolate but what I crave the most are Heath cookies. I want that glazed caramel cookie to melt in my mouth. I want sweets and I want sweets now. Get in my belly. I think that Chris fears the monster that I've become to instead of keeping me around, he drops me off at my brother's place. I haven't seen Andrew in months.

Many factors come into play to why I never called or visited. But then again anyone can say that my reasons are just excuses because deep down I know that Kit and Andrew are close friends and where one goes, the other follows. Yeah, I don't want to see Kit. We didn't end on good terms and because of that I always get nervous. My insides lose all control as I think about the way he'd look at me with disappointment. Sometimes I feel like I am a burden to him, the ex that never move on type of ordeal.

"Well look at who the devil has brought to my front door," Andrew rolls his eyes.

Did I forget to mention that I never told him that I was passing by?

I wave hello to him as I whisk up a bright smile. My brother can see past my bullshit so instead he waits for me to speak. He is not going to let me get through his front door without explanations.

"I had a lot going on," I mumble, but Andrew is not having it. He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks.

"Come on, stop being difficult and let me in, I smell food," I plea until finally he steps aside and allows me into his place.

Andrew was never the decor type of guy but after dating Elliot, his place looks like a millionaire's penthouse from one of those fancy magazines of which I cannot name. You could tell that Elliot was going more for modern day cabin look base off the mahogany furnitures.

"I hope that I am not interrupting anything," I snicker as I make my way to the dinning room.

Andrew follows behind me as he shuts the front door.

"Are you throwing a house party," I ask as I look at the plates of food already placed on the kitchen table.

Andrew walks around me and into the kitchen where I can hear him grab a few utensils. "I am having a gathering," he answers.

"Where's Elliot," I ask. How can I not ask him about his dear old girlfriend?

Andrew looks over his shoulders and starts to laugh. He knows how much I hate his girlfriend so from my guess, he is surprised that I'm even asking about her.

"She is running some errands with a friend, she will be back shortly, make yourself at home."

But I already have. I grab myself a plate and quickly start digging into the warm oozing chocolate pudding pie that has been winking at me from the moment I stepped into the room.

"And where have you been," Andrew questions as he watches me eat my way into a food coma.

"Just dealing with life," I answer truthfully.

Andrew doesn't know about Chris and I think that I want to keep things that way. Its hard enough carrying the man's baby.

"Oh yeah, well there's something different about you," Andrew pauses and analyzes me.

I hope that its not obvious that I'm pregnant. I am not ready to share that kind of news with my family just yet. Why? I don't know, maybe because a part of me is still not willing to accept the fact that I may possibly be stuck with Chris for an eternity.

Why did I sleep with him? I don't know, maybe because he was drop-dead gorgeous and had a good career background, I don't know really. I can't pinpoint the reason why I panic just at the thought of being committed to him.