Taken Away (Smosh/The Lottery FanFic ft. Patrick Stump)

[Chapter 4] Heartbroken

-Anthony's POV-

I returned home from my dinner with Ian around midnight. "Rosie?" I called her name. I wanted to tell her what Ian and I talked about at dinner. I walked into the bedroom hallway and found Rosie was already in bed. I was sort of expecting it though, since it was quite late.

I turned on the light so I could see what I was doing and stripped myself of the suit, slipping into a pair of plaid pajama pants and going to the bathroom to clean myself up before going to bed.

I crawled in bed next to Rosie and wrapped my arm around her, kissing her on the head. "'Night, Rosie," I whispered.

I closed my eyes to go to sleep when I heard her whisper back, "'Night, Anthony."

*****

I was awoken with the sound of someone throwing up. I got out of bed and rushed out into the hallway, seeing the bathroom light was on. I walked down the hallway and stood in the bathroom doorway, seeing my girlfriend clinging onto the sides of the toilet seat, her head in the toilet bowl. She sat back, wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, and flushed the toilet. She looked to her right and saw me. Her eyes widened, as if she did something wrong.

"Sorry," She apologized as she rose to her feet, "I just-"

I laughed and walked into the bathroom, "You don't need to apologize, Rosie." Her cheeks grew pink in embarrassment. I chuckled, "You're pregnant, you're going to have morning sickness."

"I wish I wasn't," She grumbled under her breath as she brushed past me and out of the bathroom.

I followed her out into the kitchen where she started making a pot of coffee for the two of us. I sat down at the small, round kitchen table and cleared my throat, "So Ian and I talked about our channel last night."

"Yeah, and...?" She retorted, not even looking back at me.

"He thinks it's time we retire," I folded my hands on the table. That statement earned a glance over her shoulder. "He says we have the money and the fame and that there is nothing else more for us besides retirement."

"What are you going to do?" She inquired, turning around so she was facing me. "I mean, Smosh and YouTube have been your career since I can remember."

"I know," I put my head in my hands, "He thinks that once we retire, he and Melanie are going to have that happy little family The Lottery is promising and it's not going to happen! I tried telling him that but he wouldn't hear me out!"

I looked up to see Rosie walk over to the table with two cups of coffee in her hands. She set one down in front of me and slipped into the seat across from me, taking a sip of her cup of coffee.

I picked up the coffee mug and sighed, "I just wish more people would realize that The Lottery is just a big scam. I know Ian and he's going to heartbroken when he realizes that Melanie isn't coming home."

A silence fell over us. Usually it was a comfortable silence, where we were content with each other's presence. But today, it was an awkward silence. I cleared my throat and added, "So, I heard your boss's wife is one of the winners too."

"Yeah, speaking of work, I should get going," Rosie replied kind of irrelevantly, standing up and setting her coffee down, "If I'm late to work again, god knows how much longer I'll be working there." She stood there for a second before walking away. I heaved a sigh and put the coffee mug up to my lips.

About ten minutes later, Rosie came back out, dressed in her black pants and white three-quarter sleeve and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, "I'll be home as soon as I can. Love you."

"Love you too," I responded as she walked out of the house, grabbing her jacket on the way out. The door closed behind her and I rose to my feet, getting ready for the day myself.

When I was in the middle of shaving, I heard a knock on the door.

I glanced over my shoulder, "Rosie?" I asked, thinking she forgot something.

Another knock on the door. I washed the shaving foam off of my face and pat-dried it with a towel.

"Give me one sec!" I called out, slipping a shirt over my head and a pair of skinny jeans on before rushing out to the front room to answer the door. I grasped the knob and pulled the door open. My smile faded away as I realized who it was. The person standing closest to me was a stranger. But the person behind him I easily recognized - it was David.

"I'm sorry, Anthony, I just couldn't keep it to myself," David apologized, hanging his head in shame. I looked at him, lost and confused.

"Anthony Padilla?" The stranger asked.

I clutched onto the door, "Yes, that's me. And you are...?"

The stranger extended his hand out to me, "I'm Darius Hayes. From the Department of Humanity." I cautiously placed my hand in his and shook it up and down. "May we come in?"

"S-sure," I answered, stepping to the side so Darius and David could walk in. I closed the door behind him and asked, "So, what brings you here, Mr. Hayes?"

"My friend, David, here, told me that you and your girlfriend are expecting," He answered, sitting down on my couch. He clasped his hands together and placed them in his lap, "And you conceived said child through sexual intercourse."

My cheeks grew a bright shade of red. The way he put it made it awkward. Why couldn't he have just said "the old way" or something of the liking? No, instead he had to go with "sexual intercourse". "Uh...he obviously didn't know what he was talking about when he said that to you," I tried to convince him. David gave me a confused look. "I mean, just listen to what he said! Conceived through 'sexual intercourse'? That's impossible! It hasn't been done for years!"

"I know, Mr. Padilla, but," Darius rose to his feet, "If what Mr. Smith told me is correct, everything revolving around the fertility crisis could change for the better. We just...want to take your girlfriend in for some...testing."

"Well too bad," I argued, crossing my arms over my chest, "Because my girlfriend isn't pregnant and you're not taking her away for testing."

"But Anthony!" David cried.

I glared over at him, "I think if you know what's good for you, David, you'll keep your fucking mouth shut." David hung his head.

"Mr. Padilla, you do realize that lying to me could result in getting arrested, or even worse, right?" Darius warned me, taking a step closer to me.

"I would be scared, Mr. Hayes, but I'm not, because I'm not lying to you." I looked straight into his blue eyes.

He straightened his jacket before saying, "Alright, Mr. Padilla, I'm sorry to have bothered you." He walked past me and out of the house. David stayed, though.

I looked over at him and shook my head in disappointment, "Rosie's going to be heartbroken when she finds out that you went behind her back and told the people we specifically didn't want you to tell about our situation."

"I had to, Anthony," He tried to explain to me, "You don't understand. The next endangered species is us. You two could be the solution!"

"We don't want to be the solution," I growled at him, "We want to be left alone."

"Well I'm sorry to inform you that you won't be left alone," He snapped back, a scowl on his face, "No matter how badly you want to be left alone, you won't be. Because people are going to find out one of these days. And you're not going to be ready for it." And with that, he walked out of the house and slammed the door behind him.