Friends with Benefits

Part 20

Friends With Benefits chapter 20:

I kept my head down while he stood behind me. "Hi... Des," he said hesitantly. "C-can I sit with you?" He asks. I can feel his uncertainty radiating off of him on the back of my neck.

He was nervous and maybe he should be. I was anxious as hell but I didn't want him to know that, give him the benefit of knowing he still made me jitter like old times. "I don't care," I mumble only loud enough for both of us to hear.

While he moved over to the chair across from mine, I contemplated on wether or not I wanted to tell him or not we had a child. I decided earlier not too but now that he's here and in front of me, I'm hesitant and having second thoughts. If I don't tell him about the baby someone else probably will. The paparazzi are bound to notice a bump in the next coming months. It would be selfish to not only Justin but our baby to keep them from each other.

I heard a voice and it knocked me out of my thoughts. "O-oh, I'm sorry, what" I questioned while looking around at my surroundings. What's taking so long with my meal? "I said, 'are you doing better? I mean with your time here, are they taking care of you? Are you getting good treatment? Because if no-" I cut him off from his babbling. Did he actually expect me to be okay? "I'm fine, Justin," I said in a quite demanding tone. I don't want to have this conversation right now. I don't have anything straight in my mind its like alphabet soup up there.

"Destiny, your order is finished," the lady let me know. I nodded in her direction and stood, making my way to her. I paid and took my meal back to the table. "I could go for something to eat. What do you recommend?" Justin asked as I opened my Doritos. I shrugged and didn't verbally reply. "Why are you even here!?" I bursted out of no where. I have no damn Idea where the hell that came from.

I slipped my hand to my mouth and tilted my head down, embarrassed that I out bursted in that manor in public. Of course people were looking at me.
"Because I was worried about you!" He countered me, and he wasn't finished. "I get a call from Scooter saying your in the hospital for suicide! I have to make up some lame excuse to get out of dinner with Ashley's parents so I can come see you!" He paused for a brief moment and looked at my arms and down the part of my body he could see above the table. "And you look miserable," he said calmer.

He put his head in his hands and his elbows on the table. "..and it's all my fault," he mumbled. I took a deep sigh, "yeah it is and we've got more than one problem then your guilty conscience. " He took up slightly at you. Okay, here we go. We gotta tell him... Come on! Grow a pair Des! "I'm pregnant!"
His eyes widened and he immediately stood up from his chair. "What!?" He yelled loud enough to make people scared. I stood up and grabbed his arm jerking him back into his chair. "This is a public place dumb ass!" "Oh my god.. Oh my god..," he kept repeating. He reset back into the position of his head in his hands. ".. Two kids.." He whispered but I heard him. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. "Did I stutter?" I said digging into my sub sandwich.