Selling My Soul for His Aston Martin.

Selling My Soul for His Aston Martin. (20)

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~*~

"Daddy." I whispered.

He looked at me, blinking. "Jamie? Is that you sweetheart?"

I nodded, biting my lip. He stared at me for a minute. Then opened his arms. "Come here, baby girl."

I ran into his arm, crying. And so, the prodigal daughter came home.

1 week later...

I sobbed into the phone while Clary tried to shush me. "Slow down honey, I can barely hear you."

"Can you come over?" I asked, sniffing.

"Honey, I'm already boarding the plane. Do you need anything?"

I swallowed and opened my mouth, but no words would come.

"Hon? You still on with me? I know you're on, I can hear you breathin'--"

"I need a pregnancy test."

I never knew a girl who could swear more than me in a span of a few minutes. I held the phone away from my ear, laughing despite the seriousness of the situation.

I held the phone back to my ear.

"I'll be there in an hour." She said. "But hon...are you okay?"

"Despite the fact that I might be pregnant and the father's a douche who just sent me two matching Aston Matin One-77s that are resting peacefully in my garage right now-- hold on." I turned and moved my head over the toilet, throwing up the brownies and gummy worms I'd ate last night. I rinse my mouth out, dried my hand and picked up the phone. "I think I'm good."

~*~

She walked in in country glory, cowboy hat, daisy dukes, cowboy boots and a camisole. My dad looked a bit dazzled when we ran past him, but shouted, "Honey!"

I stopped. "Dad?" I peeked around the corner.

"Good luck. And if I AM going to be a grandfather, it'd better be a girl."

We stared, but he never looked away from the television. Clary gave me a loook. "Creepy. Let's go."

We ran to my room, where she sat down on the bed in a heap of blonde curls and shorts. She looked around. "I like your room. It's very...you."

"Thanks." I mumbled.

She reached into her purse and brought them out, holding them gingerly.

"I wasn't sure. but the old lady told me these would be best.. She kept on giving me crazy looks until I finally blew up and screamed at her." She chuckled. "Poor woman didn't stand a chance."

(a/n: My dog has chosen this time to breath in my face while leaning heavily on me. Border collies are heavy.)

I tried to laugh, but it came out more like 'hahaha' hahas die. She patted my arm. "Hey! You might not be pregnant! you could have a flu or some disease that causes your period to stop coming and you to throw up everything you eat!"

I stared at her for a minute, then threw the box in the air, caught it with one hand, and walked to the bathroom.

"I was just trying to help," she called.

Not. Helping.

I took a swig of orange juice, pulled my pants down and did the deed about four times. I lined them up and paced the bathroom.

After the timer went off, I snatched up the first and peeked at it.

Plus.

Next one.

Plus.

Next one.

Plus.

And, for good measure, the final one?

Plus.

I was so screwed.

~*~

"Are you sure you want to do this, ma'm?" The guy asked. I loooked at him, putting a hand on my two week old pregnant stomach. "I'm sure."

"Okay then, sign here, here, and here."

I put Matt's leash around my wrist while he happily chewed on my shoelaces. The roses, cards, and other things had been sent away, but I couldn't bring myself to send the old sheepdog puppy back.

"To my Ariel," the card read, pinned to the back collar around the puppy's neck. "I hope you can forgive me."

He didn't even know about the baby. I made Clary promise not to tell anyone before she left. We ttalked over the phone every night though. She was one of my major anchors. I leaned back, feeling satisfied with myself. I had no trouble with paparazzi: either I struck the fear of god into them or something else had happened. The guy leaned back and shook my hand.

"It's done. The money is currently being filed into your account. But if you don't minnd me asking, what possesed you to sell two brand new Aston Martins?"

I shrugged, grabbing my purse and tucking a piece of hair behind ear. I walked out of the dealership.

A few wekks later, I was the proud owner of Jamie's Motor Shop, a small car repair shop. I hired a wonderful staff. Since my Julliard scholarship was gone, and dancing was definelty out, I turned to my other love. Cars.

Terry and Sam, the twins, werer sweethearts who helpd me run the place. Among the staff was Buck, Naomi, Lucy (a guy), and Smithy. Best bunch you could ask for.

And even though my heart still hurt like hell, I did what I do best.

I moved on as best on could.

Which, I guess in reality, was not really moving on at all.