Perfectly Wrong (A Riker Lynch love story)

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Riker's pov

I woke up the next morning with Brandi laying on my chest sleeping silently.

She stirred a little before rolling off of me and onto the other side of the bed.

I quietly slipped out of bed, walking down to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Brandi's pov

I woke up suddenly, felling extremely sick to my stomach.

I ran to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet.

"Brandi? You okay?" Riker yells from downstairs.

I was just about to answer but began throwing up. I can hear fast foot steps approaching the bathroom.

"Babe.." Riker says sympathetically and pulls my hair back as I continue to throw up.

After I finally feel well enough to stand up, I walk over to the sink and brush my teeth extremely well.

"Now that we had that little icebreaker... we need to talk about the baby." Riker says.

"Are you mad?" I furry my eyebrows confused.

"I... I just want to know 100% that the baby is mine, I don't want to raise someone else's child." He says.

"Wait.. you honestly think this is someone else's child?" I can't believe it. Riker actually thinks this is someone else's child.

"I don't know. I mean, I was gone for a long time. 2 whole months actually. Things happen. I just want to make sure." Riker says as if it is completely obvious.

"I'm not like you Riker, I don't cheat on the person I love." So what if that came out cold and harsh. He doesn't trust me. He thinks the baby is someone else's child. He thinks that I slept with another man while he was gone.

I stand up, walking out of our room.

"Brandi wait," I feel him walking close behind me.

He grabs my wrist, pull me towards him.

"Riker, please... stop" I whimper.

"You can't honestly get mad at me for wanting to make sure you're not cheating on me!" He shouts, making me cringe.

I feel a sharp pain in my wrist. I try pulling my arm away, but it only make the pain worse and Riker isn't letting go.

"You're hurting me," I whimper, already on the verge of tears.

He immediately let's go of my wrist. I look down, seeing that it is already purple and blue.

"Baby, I'm so -"

"You hurt me," at this point I've given up on trying to hold back my tears.

I let them stream down my face. I reach up to wipe them away but fail because of the amount of tears coming down my face.

"I'm so sorry, baby!" I look up at Riker, who is also crying now too.

"I think that you should go to your parents house for the night." I mumble while looking down at the ground. "I think we need a break."

"I will do whatever you want, I want you to do happy." He whispers back.

"You moving out won't make me happy, but you have now hurt me mentally and physically. I think we need a break. I'll go up stairs and get you some clothes."

"Let me help you." he offers.

"You have done enough for one day." I replay not in a cold or harsh way. Not in any particular way at all.

I walk up to our room, leaving him in the downstairs hallway.

I shuffle over to his dresser, grabbing clothes and boxers for him. Then over to the bottom drawer of my dresser, where I had prepared for a time like this.

I grab the 'Open when... we're fighting' card and slid it in his bag.