When We Were Young - George Daniel

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE (too much)

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry this one's a little short you guys, but to make it better I'll be posting a double update one Christmas Eve and Christmas.

Enjoy :)

December, 2009

GEORGE'S POV

I heard Evie's bedroom door slam and it felt like it shook the whole house. Everybody just sat around the table not saying a word. Fuck, that had escalated quickly.

Matty was still sat at the top of the table with a sulky look on his face and his arms crossed sternly. I hoped he was embarrassed at his outburst because this was certainly not the time or place for it to happen. I knew he was coming down from the weekend but so was I and I wasn't acting like a right fucking muppet in front of all our parents and the girl one of us knocked up.

Evie's mum Mel stood up and started clearing away dinner plates. Mum and Denise took the cue and both stood up as well. "I think I'll go up and have a talk to her," said Mel as she put the plates into the sink. 

I stayed still, debating whether I should go up instead but I didn't want Matty to use that as a reason to lash out again. We hadn't talked about the situation at all. Every time we were together it was at band practice so we didn't get much time. And in the few times these past weeks that we've spent at Ross and Hann's, it hasn't been spoken about either. I knew the lads were busting to find out more information but unsure what either of us were going to say. I supposed they were getting all they needed to know from Lauren.

I'd spent a lot of time these past three weeks thinking about if this baby was mine. I'd moved past the initial shock of the fact that she was pregnant and rather quickly moved to the place where I was imagining this baby to be mine. I wasn't as shocked to hear that she had settled on adoption as Matty was because it wasn't the first time I'd heard her speak about it. Obviously, the first night when she told me she had brought it up and she'd said it again in passing only last week. The shock of the information came from the reality of her actually going through with it. I didn't know how I felt about it, I just knew that I had to support whatever decision she made, like I told her I would.

The thing that I was struggling with right now was the thought of this baby being Matty's. I had been so wrapped up in it being my baby that I had forgotten to consider the idea of it being his. That was why I had reacted the way I did when Matty said there was more chance of it being his than it being mine; I simply could not fathom nor did I feel like I could live in a world where my best friend shared a child with the girl I was in love with.

Michael excused himself, following Mel upstairs as mum and Denise came back and sat down.

"Boys, do you really think this behaviour is appropriate?" Denise said. "You both need to understand Evie's going through a lot of changes right now that she isn't used to and her hormones will be running on an all time high," she turned to Matty. "Matthew, that outburst just now was extremely inappropriate and I think that you need to step back and take a good look at yourself," her face was stern, her lips pursed in irritation.

"I just cannot stand the idea of fuckin' baby crazed people raising my child!" His voice rose again and I bit my tongue not to say that hey, this might be my kid too.

"It might not even be your kid mate," spoke Tim. "I think you're forgetting that you're not the only person in this situation. It involves George and most importantly it involves Evie."

"Of course I know I'm not the only one, I'm not thick!" 

"Then why won't you try to understand where she's coming from?" I spoke up, he was acting like a proper narcissistic nut case.