Daughter of the Guitarist

Chapter 35

*Isabella's P.O.V.*

I went out back to smoke a cigarette and wait for my dad to come back in. He walked out the door and lit his own. I could tell he was pissed. He turned to me. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I tried to talk to him, but he's not trying to hear it right now."

I sighed, "It's okay Dad, he'll come around when he's ready to I guess."

Dad sighed too, "I hope you're right."

***

The next week I had my first doctors appointment to see how far along I was. When I got out of the shower I stood in the mirror, I knew I would be in a lot of black today so I blow-dried and straightened my hair and did my make up as dark as I could get away with and went to my closet. I pulled out some dark blue skinny jeans a black avenged sevenfold shirt with a white tank top to go under it and my favorite skater shoes. I put on some deodorant and perfume and after grabbing my hoodie I went outside to smoke a cigarette and wait for my dad.

We pulled up to the doctor's office and went inside to get me signed in. We were the only ones there so hopefully it won't take long.

The nurse opened the door and said "Isabella Baker?"

I stood up and followed her back. She motioned to a room and said "Dr. Miller will be right with you."

I finished filling out the paperwork and set it on the table next to me. Dr. Miller opened the door. "Hello how are you doing today?"

I nodded, "I'm okay."

Dr. Miller did an ultrasound to find out how far along I was. According to my last period and measurements of the baby I was right at six weeks. I got pregnant the night I slept with Brian, I could not believe it, it is true what they say, it only takes one time. I made one mistake and now I have to live with it for the rest of my life. How could I be so stupid?

After my appointment dad and I went out for lunch and then back to the house, Brian was there when we pulled up. "What's he doing here?" I asked confused.

"I don't know," dad answered just as confused as I was. "Just wait in the car, I'll go talk to him."

"No, let me talk to him, dad," I opened my door and walked up to Brian. "Hey." I said hoping I sounded confident. "What's up?"

"Can we go for a walk?" He asked looking into my eyes.

I nodded and we walked down to the park at the end of the street. We sat on the picnic table facing each other. I was the first to speak. "Why did you bring me here? What do you wanna talk about?"

"Are you really pregnant?"

"I'm right at six weeks," I said, "according to the ultrasound and my last period, I got pregnant the night I lost my virginity with you."

"I'm sorry for the way I acted when you told me you were pregnant." He said reaching out and touching my cheek. "I love you and I wanna be there for you and our baby. You have no idea how much I've missed you."

"I heard what you said to Monica about me," I said pulling away, "I was nothing but an easy target for you and you were stupid for being with me."

"I didn't mean it," Brian said looking away like he wanted to cry, "I don't want anyone but you. I wish I could go back and never break up with you, Monica was the easy target.

"I was scared and confused when you told me you were pregnant, I didn't know how to handle it so I fucked up big time like I always do."

"Why didn't you just talk to me?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, I was stupid."

Brian and I talked for a while and when we were heading back to my house I said, "We can get back together but know that I'm scared to trust you."