Finding The 10

13 - Unwanted Reunions

Eli's POV

I wake up to an empty appartment. Even if I didn't see the note on the kitchen counter I would still know that Frankie was gone. The place is eerily quiet and nothing like I had grown accustomed to over the past weeks she has been staying here.

Frankie left a note saying she had some errands to run along with a stack of cash for her share of the groceries this week. We had planned on heading to the supermarket together to get what we needed but I guess she had other plans.

Maybe that kiss was what fucked everything up.

I instantly grab my phone from my back pocket and begin to write her a text:

Hey Frankie.
I'm sorry about last night. I hope this won't affect our friendship at all.

I read what I have written and decide to keep writing:

Even if that was the best kiss of my life...

I quickly delete the entire message and run my hands over my face. This is already the hardest situation I have been in this year and it's barley March.

Why did I allow that kiss to happen? Hell, was I the one to initiate it? I have no idea. It just happened and as much as I loved it, it probably shouldn't have.

I just hope this doesn't wreck what we have built so far and ruin any chance of moving on.

Finally I decide to let it be and grab my keys and the shopping list and head to the supermarket. I'll worry about this when I get back.

.....

Cruising down isles of breakfast cereals, I am off in my own world as I try to choose which one would be better. I am so invested in what I am doing that I don't even notice someone come up behind me until I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I spin around quickly and come face to face with the last person I expected to see here.

Jules is standing in front of me with a smile on her face and a hand resting on a slightly protruding belly.

I almost do a double take when I see her but the moment she opens her mouth, I know this is real.

"Hey Eli. How are you?"

Her voice holds no anger or resentment and she looks genuinely happy to see me.

"I'm good thanks." I reply a little gaurded, unsure as to why she is even talking to me.

"It's good to see you. I've been thinking about you for a while. I've been meaning to call but I just haven't had the guts."

"What did you want to call me for?" I say a little harshly and can't stop my eyes from darting to her stomach and back to her face.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened between us. I didn't want to hurt you but I couldn't help it. I fell for someone else."

"Ok." I mutter still wondering why she is even talking to me.

At that moment Jules catches me glancing down at her protruding belly and she smiles and rubs it sweetly.

"To answer the question your thinking, yes I am pregnant."

My eyes involuntaryly widen as I try to count how long ago we broke up. 5 months? 6? I have no idea now.

"And no. It's not your baby. Don't look so worried." She quickly adds with a slight tinge of humor.

Relief washes over me for a moment until I see the same douche that I caught Jules sleeping with rounding the corner and making his way to us.

"There you are babe." He says to Jules.