In Another Life (A Allison Argent Fanfiction)

Chapter Four: Unexpected

(Allison P.O.V)

As I pulled through the drive way, I saw Lydia's car parked near the mail box. I sighed I was really disappointed in how Derek's behaving. I knew why Derek wasn't calling me or anything because he had Lydia over. Of course, it all made sense now. I couldn't believe it though. It was only this morning he told me that Lydia was the cause of his smoking and alcohol problems. I quickly got out the car and walked over to the front door.

I could already hear Lydia and Derek's conversation. Was it bad enough that I was dreading this night already? I opened the front door and saw Lydia and Derek on the couch watching a movie together. This just adding more fuel to the fire. I felt like I was going to explode especially the position they were in made it impossible to keep quiet about why she was here. Derek had his head on Lydia's lap, while she gently stroked his hair. I slammed the front door in frustration then I cleared my throat to make my presence known. They both looked up quickly in my direction.

"What the hell going on here huh?!" I asked.

"Nothing Allison, we were just watching a movie." Derek said walking towards me leaning down and attempts to give me a kiss, but I pulled away.

"Are you kidding me?! That doesn't explain why she's here?! Tell me, why she is here?!" I shouted.

"I needed some company, that's all." He said looking at her.

"So, you get all unhappy when I have Jackson over but when you have her over, I'm supposed to be all calm?!" I said. My voice had risen at this point and I knew Derek didn't like that but I didn't care.

"Lydia, you should leave." Derek said to her as he walked up the stairs to our bedroom. Lydia had finally left and I made my way up to our bedroom. I stood in front of our door for a minute. I was quite nervous. I knew Derek was upset and me for calling him out like that. I am just getting tired of being pushed around and being stepped on. I slowly opened the door, and stepped inside to see Derek sitting on our bed with his back to me.

"I have something important to tell you." I said anxiously.

"What is it?" He turned around.

"I have some exciting news. I went to the doctor the other day and found out I am pregnant." I said. There was an awkward silence. He didn't move from his spot nor said anything back to me. I guess he was trying the process this information. He finally got up and walked over to me but he walked pass and went into the bathroom. He just ignored me. I regretted telling Derek anything. I simply got changed and got in our bed. He walked back into our bedroom five minutes later and begun to strip. He was left his plain white boxers on.

He crawled into to bed with me. I turned my back to him, and he pulled me in closer. It was another silence in the room. The grip he had on my waist tightened even more.

"Get rid of it." He whispered softly to me as he kissed my ear.

I got up suddenly and turned to him. "What?! Why?! Why should I get rid of our child?"

"Don't question me! You will do as I tell you and I'm telling you to get rid of it!" He shouted. I didn't say anything else after that. My husband of four years wanted me to get rid of our possible son or daughter. I didn't want to upset him by keeping it but I grew fond of the idea of us having a child. With that final thought, I drifted off to sleep.