in your arms

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rileys pov

this is not how i wanted everyone to find out.

i mean, i did not mean to accidentally blurt it out in front of all my friends, but i couldnt help it. i'm just like that. i say things i shouldn't say before it's too late. it's in my nature.

everyone stared at me for a while and i could see james cringing after the words came out of my mouth, and i was too terrified to move for a few seconds.

then when giselle squealed and hugged me, that kind of lightened the mood,
so everyone else shook off whatever shock that struck them and instead just hugged me, congratulating me in turn.

james just kind of cowered away.

richelles the only one look at me abc frown."sorry to interrupt this joyful and heart warming occasion, but... who's the Dad? you're single as far as i know," she asks, narrowing her eyes.

"um..." i try not to look at james. "i'm not ready to talk about that."

"why?" she persists.

"i'm just not, okay?"

"fine, whatever," richelle mumbles. "congrats, i guess."

i try to smile at her. little brat.

michelle waves a dismissive hand at richelle. "oh my god, i'm so excited!" she says happily. i smile as well and hug her, again, for the hundredth time, and i can't help but be relieved. these people are taking it better than i did. they're probably more excited. and yet i'm the one pregnant.

people start firing questions at me almost immediately, making my head spin.

"did you have a scan yet?"

"is it a boy or a girl?"

"how many weeks?"

i sush them with my hand. "no i didn't, i don't know yet, and probably around 8," i answer honestly.

after the excitement dies down, we talk normally for a while, about the usual nonsense. but it's easier because i'm in a way better mood than i was.

james is still being super awkward, probably worried about what everyone would think of us if they knew – but i'm trying not to think about that. they'll find out eventually, and i mean, they don't care that much.

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later on when i'm in hidalgos texting michelle, james comes up to me and sits down, making my turn off my phone and look at him. "you never had a scan?" is the first thing he says.

i shake my head no. "not yet."

"well, i guess you'll need to sometime soon..."

"and why would i let you take me?"

"i think you're forgetting that i'm the baby Daddy in this scenario."

so that's how i ended up sitting in a waiting room with james by my side.

he's reading some outdated magazine that's probably been for for a million years, and i'm looking around and bouncing my knee nervously, awaiting my name to be called.

i hate waiting rooms so much. bland walls, uncomfortable plastic chairs, extremely graphic posters covering most of the walls, diagrams and stuff.