Theo

Arguments

"Que diablos," I say breathlessly. The doctor looks down at his clipboard again and then back at me.

"Miss Taylor was about four weeks along, but of course she lost the baby in the accident." He told me softly, as if I was a bomb about to go off.

"She couldn't have been. . . We were always careful and we always used something. She even started taking the pill. She couldn't have been pregnant." He needs to understand that he was mistaken.

"Some women don't show signs in the early stages, with the excessive amount of alcohol in miss Taylor's blood the baby wouldn't have stood a chance anyway, not to mention if she was taking birth control, that is extremely harmful to a baby in gestation. Condoms can break, they're not recommended much for pregnancy prevention anymore. They usually have a patient use a more effective option."

I stood up and started pacing the room.

Peyton was pregnant. She had my baby in her belly. . . She was going to have my child. . . Peyton lost my child. She lost our child.

No, I lost our child. She would've never left home if it weren't for me.

I took one last look at Peyton before I turned and walked out of the room, Mateo stood up and walked over to me as I was heading for the exit.

"Where are you going?" He grabbed my arm and forced me to look at him. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I'm going to get some air. I'm suffocating. Give me some fucking space." I growled and shoved him away from me.

"You know, I'm your brother and I get that I annoy you on a daily basis, but I've always been on your side Theo but right now I can't help but be royally pissed off at you. If you just pushed Frankie away then we wouldn't be here right now. The woman you love wouldn't be on her death bed right now. You would still be happy, we all would. But you just couldn't push her away could you? No. . . You just didn't push her away." He sneered. I nearly flinched at his words.

He was right, I could take it from Peyton's brother but it was hard to hear it from my own brother. Having the one person who has always been on your team tell you he's fed up and he's quitting on you, it really made me realize that he's right.

I fucked Peyton's life, my life, the life of our unborn baby, and everyone else's. It was all because I didn't push Frankie away when I had the chance.

I hate that woman yet I didn't push her away. . . I couldn't tell you why I didn't either.

I walked outside and sat on the bench. What if Peyton didn't make it through this? What if she really did die. She couldn't die. I would never forgive myself. First thing I'm going to do when she wakes up is tell her how much she means to me. . . How much I love her.

***

I had fallen asleep in the waiting room for probably an hour or so, that's when Cam woke me up shaking my shoulder.

"What?" My voice sounded groggy, like I haven't slept in days, which I haven't.

"She's awake," she had tears in her eyes and a big grin on her face. My body lost all tiredness it had at her words. I shot up ready to run into that room but Cam grabbed my arm.

"Wait, they're doing some tests. Let the doctors do their thing and then we can all go see her, I called Maverick. He's on his was also," she smiled at me and then gave me a hug.

"You know your brother was just angry earlier, I don't think he meant what he said." I shook my head.

"He meant it. He wouldn't have said it, if he hadn't. But I blame myself too so I understand." She shook her head.

"What you did was wrong on so many levels. But she chose to leave on her own, she chose to put space between everyone so she could heal. The thing she hates the most in this world is cheaters, I don't blame her. So if you plan on being with her, you need to be with just her. You don't get to play around on her cause that's not fair." I nodded, I looked up and saw Maverick come through the doors, he was ready to see his sister.

When the doctors finished all of their tests, I allowed everyone else to visit Peyton first. I wanted to see her alone. While she was awake and she couldn't just leave, she would be forced to listen to what I have to say.

"Let's go guys, we'll be back tomorrow Peyton. We love you," I heard Cam say from the bench outside of Peyton's room.

Everyone filed out without sparring me a glance. That was fine. I stood up and walked into the room and looked down at Peyton, and was looking down at her bruised hand and arm, frowning as she ran her fingers over the dark markings.

"Peyton," I whispered, her head snapped up and her forest green eyes held my dark brown ones.

"So it's okay for you to let women rub themselves all over you, but I can't hug my best guy friend since high school? Such a dick." She grumbled. I felt so bad, I wanted to prove my love to her.

"I had no intentions of Frankie making advances like that on me, I was meant to work in her car and that's it. . . I never would have kissed her while I'm kissing you. I don't cheat, or fool around with more than one person at a time, understand that." I told her, she rolled her eyes.

"So that's what we were doing? Fooling around?" She scoffed.

"Well we weren't dating Peyton. We never discussed that,"

"Well you'd think that after all that time you wouldn't have tried to get someone else either." Peyton replied snappily. I sighed and ran a hand down my face.

"Peyton, can we not do this right now? You're in the hospital for Christ sake."

"Your point? Why are you even here? We were just 'fooling around '. Why come here and pretend to care?" She looked down at her lap and played with the blanket.

"I'm here because you were hit by a fucking car Peyton!" I nearly yelled. "I'm here because you've been gone for a week, five of those days you weren't answering your phone. I am not pretending when I stand here with you. That was what we were doing, you had just showed up in town and we started having sex. Great sex, and you've never mentioned anything about becoming something more before, so why do you suddenly care?"

"Because!" Her eyes were full of angry tears that looked like they were about to fall. "Because it's not fair for you to tell me I can't even be friends with a guy when you had some bimbo leaning all over you! Honestly Theo, I don't care. I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to even look at you so why don't you just leave?" A tear finally fell and she wiped it away just as it had.

"No Peyton, I'm not leaving. We need to talk about something first." I stepped closer to the bed and she narrowed her eyes at me. It was kind of cute in a way.

"What could we possibly have to talk about now?" She snapped at me.

"Peyton, you were pregnant."