Anything for the Bad Boy's Brother (BWWM)

Making Promises

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Owen handed Ally yet another one of his black T-shirts. She took it into her hands and hugged it to her awkwardly as she stared at him. Owen raised an eyebrow.

"The bathroom's over there," he nodded towards his bathroom's door. Ally bit her lip and shifted from one foot to another. A long, silent moment went by before the brown eyed girl headed towards his bathroom.

When the door finally closed behind her, Owen sighed. His mother poked her head into the cracked door. "Everything getting settled in here?" She asked, eyes sweeping the room, likely looking for Ally.

"Yeah," Owen rubbed his neck, "she's changing. Mom, why can't she stay in the guestroom again?"

Lilly Villa, gave her son a dry look. "Don't act shy now, Owen, not after knocking her up. Besides, the guestroom is for guests. She's likely going to be staying here until you get a job and find an apartment or something, if she and her father doesn't work things out."

Owen bit his lip, keeping himself from shouting out how none of this was his fault. "Where's Ian?" He asked.

Lilly sighed. "He's staying with one of his friends until you guys work this out, and you will work this out, Owen." She gave him a pointed look.

Ally exited the bathroom dressed in one of Owen's black shirt, which dwarfed her small frame, fitting her like a dress. She hugged her jeans and shirt to her chest.

Lilly smiled softly, a much different expression from the hard glare she had just been giving Owen. The woman stepped further into the room. "Everything is going to be alright, Ally." She assured her. "How about tomorrow we head over to your house and pick up your things?"

"Uh," Ally stammered, she glanced at Owen, "I guess, yeah."

"Alright, maybe you can text or call your dad to give him a heads up, okay?" Ally nodded. "Alright, we'll have a better talk in the morning than. Goodnight." Lilly glanced at Owen but said nothing else as she left the room.

"I'll sleep on the floor," Ally said right after his mother had exited the room.

Owen crossed his arms. "Sure, that will look real good, me letting a pregnant girl sleep on the floor. Take the bed, Al." He than stalked towards his bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

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The third time in one night Ally woke him up because of her whimpers and murmurs, Owen decided to call his grand idea of sleeping a bust. He groaned as he laid flat on his back and stared at his dark ceiling. He listened to her twist and turn and whimper, wondering if he should wake her up.

Apparently he didn't have to. "Owen?"

He turned his head to find the girl peeking at him over the side of his bed. It was to dark to see her, the only light coming from his cracked bathroom door, but he could see her outline.

"Yeah?" He didn't bothered whispered like she had.

"Oh, you are awake," she continued to whisper. He held himself back from telling her he couldn't sleep because of her, knowing what she was likely dreaming about to make her whimper like that. He felt a sense of guilt because of it and wanted to stomp the feeling into oblivion. "Ian didn't come back?" She asked softly.

"No," he answered simply. She sighed, and it almost sounded in relief. A long silence followed. Her outline disappeared.

"Are you afraid?" He asked. "If he was here, would that scare you?" She didn't answer but he knew she was awake because of her shifting in bed. His stomach, churned, her none answer was his answer. "Its not as if I would let him do something to you." He said. "I mean, its not as if he tried that time, he was just drunk, right?"