Meeting Mr. Gang Leader ✔️

Chapter 20- Sebastians p.o.v.

It had been a two months and two weeks and I still hadn't talked to Chloe. I could hear her at night crying, and I could hear Paedro in there with her, comforting her. I had pretty much made it my life's mission to avoid her basically. I know I'm a piece of shit. There's no doubt about it. But I panicked, and I'm still panicking. There's no way I can raise a baby. I'm 18, and the leader of the most dangerous gang. So many targets would be put on that baby's back before it's even born. I wouldn't even know how to raise a kid anyway.

I got out of bed and walked out of my room, going towards the bathroom in the hall. I would have went to mine, but not only does it have some of Chloe's stuff in it, but it also still smells like her perfume. smelled like Chloe's perfume. I didn't want to be reminded of her even more than I already am.

When I reached it, the bathroom door swung open and Chloe went to step out. Her eyes went up and met mine, and what I seen made my chest ache. Her eyes were blood red and puffy, you could see bags under them and the dried tear streaks down her face.

I looked down at her stomach, expecting a baby bump to be there but it wasn't.

"It won't show until two more weeks," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

I didn't say anything, just stepped to the side to let her walk through. I watched as the tears slipped silently down her cheeks as she walked away. I went in the bathroom, slamming the door shut I walked to the mirror and stared at myself in it. What kind of man am I?

"You're such a stupid coward," I whispered, glaring at myself.

I gripped the edge of the counter, pissed that I was doing this to Chloe. I shouted out in frustration and punched the mirror, listening to the sound of breaking glass and watching the blood drip down my hand in satisfaction.

I walked out of the bathroom, storming down the stairs and going past the living room. I could see Paedro and Chloe sitting on the couch, Chloe rubbing her stomach and Paedro watching me. I grabbed my coat and stormed out the door, slamming it shut behind me.

••••

I woke up to plates hitting each other in the sink. My head was pounding and I could tell I reeked of alcohol. I rolled over, instantly falling off the couch and banging my head on the floor. Jinxx walked in the living room from the kitchen and threw a bottle of aspirin at me. As he walked back in, I glared at the spot he left from while popping two pills. I felt my stomach turn uneasily and I stood up to make something greasy for my hangover.

"At least eat for the baby," Paedro whispered to Chloe as I walked by.

Out of the corner of my eye I seen her nod and pick at the toast in front of her. I scrambled eggs and put them on a plate before getting bacon out of the freezer and putting that in the pan. I turned around and leaned against the sink, beginning to eat the eggs while I watched Chloe.

She looked at me before glancing away uncomfortably. "Can we go now?" She asked Paedro and he nodded.

They stood up, and while Paedro threw her plate away she began putting her hoodie on.

"Go where?" I asked, my voice coming out a lot meaner and gruffer than I intended. Guilt washed through me when I seen Chloe tense up.

"To her ultrasound appointment," Paedro muttered before putting his hand on her back and leading her out of the house.

I sighed, throwing my eggs away and putting the plate in the sink. I closed my eyes, putting my hands on the edge of the counter and leaning against it.

"I don't know what the fuck you're doing," Jinxx said from behind me, "but you need to straighten up. Chloe needs you and you're treating her like she's scum. She doesn't deserve that. That baby doesn't deserve a life without a father either. You of all people should know that."

I nodded, but he was already walking away. I screwed up big time.

••••

Chloe's p.o.v

I held the ultrasound picture in my hand, staring at it as Paedro drove down the road. It was a baby boy, the doctor said, and I smiled down at my stomach. I was going to have a boy. Paedro said that he would help me pick out a name for him when we got home.

"How are you doing?" Paedro asked, glancing at me before looking back to the road. I could see the worry on his face, and I gave him a reassuring smile. I knew what he really meant when he asked that. If I was okay even though Sebastian didn't go with me.

"I'm fine," I replied. "I can't wait to pick a name for him."

Paedro smiled, relief washing over his expression. I looked back at the picture, slowly rubbing the spot where my baby was, and imagined that in six and a half months, I'd finally meet my little mini me. We pulled up to the house, and Paedro asked if he could hold the picture. I handed it to him and got out of the car, walking beside him to the house. We went into the kitchen and I got an orange out of the bowl that was set in the middle of the table. Paedro walked to the refrigerator and picked up an unused magnet, placing the ultrasound under it.

I peeled the orange and began munching on it, wiping at the juice that spilled on to my chin. I walked up to the fridge and looked at the ultrasound, thinking about how he was gonna be a beautiful baby.

I felt a pair of eyes on my back, and I turned halfway to see who it was. Sebastian was staring at me, his face void of any emotion, and his eyes blank. I looked away, eating the rest of my orange and washing my hands.

"I'm gonna go and start looking through the book," I told Paedro, and he nodded, saying that he would be up there in a minute.

I started walking towards the kitchen door, looking everywhere but at Sebastian, and stopped when I was in front of him. He didn't move, just kept staring at me, so I looked up and met his gaze.

We stared at each other for what seemed like forever even though it was only seconds. Tears started pooling in my eyes, and I quickly tried blinking them away. I missed him. I missed cuddling with him at night, I missed him kissing me in the morning when he woke up thinking that I was still asleep, I missed holding his hand, I missed his hug. I missed him.

"Move please," I whispered, my voice cracking.

He stood there for a second, still staring at me, before moving to the side and letting me through. I walked away, looking back through the kitchen when I made it to the stairs.

Sebastian was standing in front of the fridge, his eyes trained on the ultrasound picture. Paedro was watching him with an angry expression on his face.

"It's a boy," Paedro said, beginning to walk towards me. "Not like you care, though, right?"

Paedro looked back at me and I gave him a small smile. I began walking up the stairs, giving Sebastian one last glance before I couldn't see him anymore.
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So I heard that greasy foods help with hangovers. Is that true or just a myth? Asking for a friend