What's Done is Done

Chapter 16

"Oh, hello, Allison!" Dr. Heathers greets with a surprised look when she sees me and Brandon lingering down the hallway in her office. "Your appointment isn't until two weeks...oh my gosh!" Her mouth widens into a big circle when she sees my damaged face and damaged stomach.

"What on earth is wrong?" Dr. Heathers asks, running up to me.

"Daniel Walker, the father of my babies, punched me in the face and the stomach resulting into quite a bit of blood and bruises," I explain with a heavy, exhausted sigh. "The school nurse checked over me and she said I was fine but she wasn't sure if the babies were fine or not, so she sent me and my friend Brandon Waterson over here to see you."

Dr. Heathers' blue-gray eyes turn ice cold, her head shakes sorrowfully, and she speaks in a bitter tone, "I'm so sorry, Allison. Pardon my French, but fuck that Daniel Walker!"

Brandon and I chuckle, totally agreeing with her.

Then Dr. Heathers says, "Okay, well, I'll run a quick ultrasound and check up on the babies, m'kay?"

"Okay," I say, nodding my head eagerly.

Dr. Heathers leads Brandon and I to the same old exam room I've been to two times before. I plop down on the chair with a content moan, so glad that I finally get to sit down; standing up for fifteen minutes or longer tires me out! Brandon plops down on the bench next to me and he smiles kinda nervously.

Dr. Heathers follow the same old routine; she applies cold gel on my belly, type something in the computer, and the fuzzy, grayish-blackish-white picture appears on the TV screen above.

I see the babies have gotten bigger over the last two weeks; they're about the size of a mango now. They're still swaying side by side and they're kicking each other, which makes Brandon and I giggle.

"They're adorable," Brandon comments, chuckling.

"I know," I agree happily, holding Brandon's hand.

Dr. Heathers looks carefully at the babies. She murmurs something I can't hear. Then she announces, "They're healthy and normal! They haven't been hurt whatsoever."

Brandon and I gasp with happiness. We squeal, "Yay!" and clap our hands. Even Dr. Heathers smiles widely and applauds.

"You're very lucky, Allison," She tells me, smiling.

"Oh, I know I am," I say with a sigh of relief. 

Happiness washes over me followed by nausea. I grab the nearby trash can and vomit in it. Dr. Heathers nod her hand in understanding and she picks up the trash can and empties it as if she does it every day (she probably does considering she takes care of pregnant women). Ugh, why do I have happy AND nauseated at the same time? It really kills the mood...

Brandon is still smiling a goofball. A cute goofball. Me puking doesn't even faze him at all, much to my surprise.

"I'm so happy they're okay," Brandon tells me, grinning widely.

I giggle. "Me too."

Brandon stands up and brushes the debris off his gray faded jeans. I stand up along with him and brush the debris off my yoga pants. Then Brandon unexpectedly scoops me up and carries me bridal-style once again. We run out of the exam room and out of the clinic, giggling like total goofballs.

Brandon carefully drops me in the back seat of his Jeep, and he smoothly slides in next to me. I look around my surroundings; oh man, the back seat is so freaking roomy! 

I gaze at Brandon. I admire his so damn attractive features; his sparkly golden eyes that is filled with warmth and love and kindness, his dimple that shows up more whenever he smiles, his soft and smooth and tasty-looking lips curled into the cutest smile he always has, and his ever so luscious locks. Whenever I see Brandon, my heart skips a beat, I sweat a little, and my mind is internally screaming: Aah! He's literally the perfect boy in the whole wide world!

Even though we met only two weeks ago, we progressed into a wonderful friendship. Brandon is my best friend next to Delilah. I truly think we fell in love at first sigh as cliche as it sounds. 

I want us to be more than just friends. I want us to be a couple. I desperately crave a romantic relationship with him.

And I have a feeling deep down my gut that Brandon feels the exact same way.

"Brandon?" I approach softly, staring at him straight in the eye.

"Yeah, Allison?" He looks at me attentively, waiting for what I'm gonna say.

I gulp and I manage to make a confession: "I really, really like you. A lot. I don't think of you just as a friend. I see you being my boyfriend in the near future...or preferably now. You're cute, charming, intelligent, kind, sweet, caring, understanding, thoughtful, and funny. Best of all, you've been my friend - best friend - ever since the first day we met. I know it's an impulsive statement, but it rings true. Brandon Waterson - my Brandie Bear - I love you; can you please be my boyfriend?"

Brandon stares at me seriously and in awe. He licks his lips and smirks. His smirk turns into a sexy, alluring smile. He then kisses me out of the blue. 

Following my instinct, I kiss him back harder and more passionate. His lips taste so delicious; kinda salty but sweet and it tastes like strawberries. 

We pull away from each other after our one minute kiss ends. We're out of breath.

Brandon runs his left hand through my hair and strokes my face with his right hand. He says softly and sincerely, "I love you to the moon, around Mars, and back times ten. Of course I'll be your boyfriend. I'd definitely accept you as my girlfriend."

I grin then cry out of pure joy and happiness. I wrap my arms around his waist and he envelopes me into a warm and snuggly hug.

We just lie back, snuggling with each other, and staring into space for a very long time...