Where She Least Expects It

Chapter 14

Becky had told Tom that she needed to visit Brock and think a little. She did her best to assure him that he had done nothing wrong, she was just new to these feelings and needed time. She honestly felt like she did a shit job of it, but she was running as fast as she could. She knew that she had to figure out what so say when she told him about the baby, and space was the only way. Sex with him every night was muddling her brain...definitely not the worst way to do that but muddling nonetheless.

When she walked off her plane in New York, Brock was waiting. She ran into his arms and immediately started crying...it seemed that the heightened hormones were no joke.

"Hey hey hey, what's this?" He looked at her with a confused smile.

"Let's get to your apartment, and I'll explain." She smiled enough to show him that she could hold it together until then.

So they hopped in a cab and headed to his apartment. The drive was nice, and Becky enjoyed watching everything pass by in this city that was completely foreign to her. "Brock, it's amazing! I can see why you love it!"

He smiled, "eh, you'll be ready to go home by the end of the week." He winked and squeezed her hand.

They walked into the apartment, and he showed her the guest room, her room. She settled all of her stuff and went back out to see him making supper.

"You work fast," she smiled and peeked over his shoulder. "It smells great!"

"Thanks, grab us a couple beers," he nodded his head towards the fridge.

Becky stood there, apparently truth time had come already. She grabbed him a beer and a water for herself.

He saw hers as he opened his and looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "Does that water have something to do with why you suddenly needed to visit?"

She chuckled, "straight to the point huh? I thought I was always welcome."

"You know damn well that you are, but forgive me if I don't wonder. You give me two days notice and start crying when you see me. Now you're drinking water instead of beer."

She took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

He started coughing and sputtering on the drink that he was taking. She waited until he calmed down. "What the hell Beck?"

"Funny, you and Brandon had almost the exact same reactions."

She was tearing up, so he turned around, switched the stove to low, and rounded the counter to put an arm around her. "I'm sorry. As far as I knew you never dated. I kind of figured you were still a..." he cringed a little and didn't finish because she knew what he was going to say.

"Up until recently, you were right. You promise not to tell anyone this?"

"You said Brandon knows."

"Brandon knows I'm pregnant, but not who the father is. Alli knows everything. That's it up until now."

"You haven't told him?"

"No."

He took a deep breath, "alright, I'm going to cook while you talk. Will that work?"

She nodded. "I've been seeing Tom."

"Tom who?"

"Tom Jackson."

"No way."

She nodded and waited for it to sink in. When the understanding finally showed on his face, she began to explain, "something happened after the bachelorette party and then the wedding. Then we kind of realized that we had a lot in common. We've been keeping it to ourselves. I realized on Friday, though, that I was late. I took a test with Alli...and Brandon interrupted. I haven't told Tom...I don't know how. I was hoping to spend some time with you and clear my head...make a plan."