I groaned, the movement of the car making me nauseous. Andy pulled me gently into his lap, kicking his feet up where my body had just been, allowing me to stretch out. I sighed, my knees popping as I stretched to my full height.
"We're almost home, baby." Andy whispered in my ear as I yawned, my eyes squeezing shut.
After I'd fallen asleep, I'd slept through the entire night. When I woke up the next morning, the doctor came in. He told me to take it easy for a while, that I had three bruised ribs. He also told us that I was three months along in my pregnancy.
The whole time he'd been speaking about the baby, Andy had smiled. A wide smile, not just a grin and bear it smile, but a smile that went from ear to ear.
CC stopped the car and I threw open the door, gently dragging myself to my feet. I groaned again as I swayed, feeling very sick. Curse the doctor for giving me pain pills with the side effect of nausea. Andy held onto my waist as we walked up the stone steps. He led me into our bedroom where I layed down, curling up into a ball and feeling tears began to pour. I finally allowed myself cry, accepting the fact that my father didn't love me. He never had. Andy layed down beside me, pulling me close into his side as I rested my head on his chest.
"Is she gonna be okay?" I heard CC ask.
"She'll be fine, I can take care of her." Andy replied. I could feel his voice in his chest, vibrating against my ear.
"Okay. I'm taking off, see you guys later."
He walked over quietly and kissed the top of my head before leaving Andy and I alone. Andy began rubbing my back gently as I sat in silence, thinking about everything. Andy and I were getting married. My father had just beaten the living hell out of me. I was pregnant. I sighed loudly, tilting my head up to look at Andy, who was already looking down at me.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly.
He gave me a puzzled look. "For what?"
"For going to see them. I just wanted my mother to know that I was getting married." I snuggled into his neck, sighing again as he wrapped his arms tighter around me.
"Cora, none of this is your fault. Don't you dare blame yourself for any of this, do you hear me? Don't you dare."
"Okay." I said quietly, not wanting to fight with him.
"Can we just focus on the positive?"
"What part of this whole mess is positive?"
He laughed quietly. "We're having a baby, silly." He kissed my head, looking down at me and smiling wildly. "When should we tell the guys and Sammi?"
I felt a lump form in my throat. "Do we have to tell them?" I whispered.
"Why wouldn't we?"
"Well, Sammi's pregnant, too, and I don't want to steal her spotlight. Can we please just hold off on telling them, at least until things get back to normal around here?"
"Okay." He sighed, sitting up and pulling me gently onto my lap, wincing himself when I let out a cry from the pain in my side. "I hate seeing you hurt." He whispered, tears filling his gorgeous blue eyes. I smiled the biggest smile I could force, but his eyes were still filled with pain.
"I'm okay." I said slowly, pressing my nose against his.
He lifted his head up slightly, kissing my nose and smiling. I giggled, well, kinda. I giggled as much as my ribs would allow me to do, before wrapping my arms around his neck and nuzzling my face into his collar. Andy's phone rang, and he groaned, pulling it out of his pocket and bringing it to his ear.
"Hello? Oh, hey, Ben."
I sighed, snuggling in close to him and closing my eyes.
"It was just a little ....mishap with her father. She'll be okay in a couple of days. Oh? Well, okay, that's fine with me. Okay, see you later, brother. Bye."
I tilted my heas up to look at him, a confused look on my face.
"That was Ben." Obviously. "He says he's gonna come down and see you. Go to sleep, you need the rest." He kissed my head and I did as I was told, drifting off to sleep wrapped warmly in his arms.
