Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

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Chapter Twenty-Three: "We Need To Talk"

Baby Girl's POV

I HAD TALKED TO Ethan and agreed to meet him at Dippin Dots. I wanted to know what was going on with him. He wasn't talking to Grayson, so I at least hoped that he would talk to me.

I sit down at the table that we had sat down at the day of the pep rally. That was months ago, and things had really changed since then. I had gone from liking Ethan to Grayson, and a few other things.

"Hey," Ethan whispers as he sits down at the table. He looks exhausted and his eyes have bags, but he was still cute.

"Hey. How are you holding up?"

"Good. I'm good."

We take a second to really look at each other. It felt like I didn't know him anymore. He was so distant and quieter now. It reminded me of a lost puppy.

"How's th-"

"The baby's fine," I laugh.

"Yeah, I figured I ask that too much."  he runs his hand through his hair, and it moves to the back in ruffles.

I couldn't help but focus on how restless he looked. I didn't want him to keep suffering like this. Just because I loved Grayson didn't mean that he had to beat himself up.  I cared for them both.

"Ethan, What's going on with you?" I ask plainly.

I catch him off guard. He was completely zoned out, but I knew that he had heard what I had asked.

"Nothing. I'm fine," he lies.

"Don't tell me that. First, you call me crying, and then your brother finds a bloody shirt. What happened?"

If he had really killed someone, I was in a dangerous position for asking, but I doubted it. Ethan didn't seem like the type to kill, but neither did Jefferey Duhmar.

"Please just tell me," I beg. "You can trust me."

He sighs and looks around before focusing on me again. I lean in to hear as he does the same.

"Max got shot," he starts.

"What!?"

He shushes me. I was in complete shock of the situation, and I had no idea what I would tell Perri if I told her at all. Maybe she knew.

"Apparently he and Turner Coaste sell drugs together and they pissed off their dealer."

"Damn."

"Yeah, damn is about right," Ethan groans, picking up a menu and twisting it around.

"Is he alive?" I ask.

"Yeah. He's alive and well. He's deciding if he wants to go to the cops or not. Turner says they'll get time if they do. Not only that, but their dealer will kill them."

I feel a kick in my stomach. This time it really hurt. They'd been happening a lot lately. You could actually see my stomach now, so I wore oversized jackets to school. No one knew of my pregnancy except Perri, Mel, and the twins, and that's exactly how I wanted to keep it.

"Everything okay?" Ethan asks.

I nod. "Just a kick."

A million thoughts were probably wondering throughout his head, as they were in mine. I felt bad for some reason. I felt like I had abandoned him. He probably felt that way too.

"I'm having an ultrasound coming up. You should come," I say trying to get my mind off things.

"Did you invite Grayson too?" he asks.

"I think that it would be unfair not to. Which is why I'm inviting you also," I smile.

He didn't look pretty enthusiastic about the situation.

"It's going to be pretty interesting explaining to the doctor which one's the father."

I laugh. "Yeah. Hopefully she won't ask."

My phone lights up and starts to buzz. I grab it. It was Grayson.

"Answer it," Ethan insists as he catches a glimpse of the screen. "I won't mind."

I decline anyway.

"I'm with you right now. He can wait."

I already felt shitty about ignoring his feelings and being with his brother, so I couldn't just ruin our conversation. We might not have been in a relationship together, but there was no harm in being friends.

"So... Where were we?" I ask pretending that the call never happened.

He doesn't though. "You're not gonna answer?"

"No."

"Why not?"

I groan, "Why should I? I'm here with you, not him. I'll talk to him later. It's fine."

"Okay."

"Okay," I say agreeing.

I didn't know what else to talk about. The two of us didn't really click anymore. We found little things here and there to converse about, but it wasn't anything big.

"My mom's cooking dinner tonight if you want to join," I mention.

He looks as if he doesn't know what to say.

"It's not like Grayson's going to slaughter you if that's what you're afraid of."

That seemed to calm him down at bit. "I'm not afraid of him. I just don't want to get in the way -"

"In the way of what?" I wonder.

"Of the two of you. I'm done competing with him."

I laugh. "You're just eating dinner. I don't see any harm in that."

"You might not, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't."

Later

We walk into the house, and it smella absolutely wonderful. I could tell just by the smell that we were having lasagna. I wasn't too much of a pasta fanatic, but I liked it. Mom loved pasta, and she didn't mind cooking it. Dad did too, but he claims it's his Italian side.

"Heyyyyy mom," I sing as I walk into the kitchen. She smiles and waves.

"Hey guys, dinner will be ready in about an hour or so."

"Okay. Hey, Where's Mel?" I ask.

"Oh, she, Katie, and Madison Oliver went to the mall. They'll be back later," Mom answers.

I put my stuff down in the chair. Ethan stands behind me with his hands in his pockets.

"Wanna go out on the patio?" I ask gesturing towards it.

"sure."

Under the circumstances that we weren't eating any time soon, I decided that we could kill time with a talk. We sit down on a sofa-type structure with a sunroof. The California view was pretty nice from my house. The sun was setting and slowly beginning to turn pink.

Ethan lays his head in my lap, and I brush his hair with my fingers. I wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep. He still looked tired.

"Do you think I'd be a good father" he asks.

I stop stroking his hair. I wasn't prepared for a question like that, but he was still asking it.

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. Just curious, I guess," He replies.

I continue to mess with his hair.
"Well, since we're at it, do you think that I'd be a good mother?"

"Yeah."

I wanted to ask him why he'd thought that, but I didn't. Maybe he had said it to be nice, or that was his honest to God thought. I didn't too much care anymore. I just wanted to watch the sunset and enjoy this moment. Maybe he was the father, maybe he wasn't. That wasn't really for me to decide.

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