Lunar's Eclipse || Wattys 2019

Twenty one: Reality.

The silence in the car on the drive back to Nathan's apartment is loud enough to worsen the situation.

I can't help but occasionally turn to Nathan. His eyes are steady on the road and he hasn't held my hand since we left the hospital.

Great.

Just great.

I want to be sad, I want to apologise...But suddenly I'm pissed.

How dare he give me the silent treatment?
I didn't get myself pregnant!

If anything, it was his fault for taking me into that goddamn shower.

What would he have done if I told him before Lucas barged in?

Would he have actually let himself get shot?

Thoughts upon thoughts keep racking in my head and by the time Nathan parks his car, I'm furious.

He sighs as he stares straight ahead.

"If you don't want the child, all you have to do is say so." I say after a long silence and he looks at me confused.

"What?" He asks and I turn to him.

"You heard me Nathan. It's been a long day and--"

"Exactly. It's been a long day. This is not the time to talk about this Lunar. Let's get inside and get some rest and we'll discuss it tomorrow." He says firmly as he unlocks his seat belt but I sit in place stubbornly.

"No way. I'm not going anywhere. If there's anything you want to say to me tomorrow, you can say it now." I say and he stares at me.

"What's going on with you?"

"Everything is going on with me Nathan! Everything! I found out I'm pregnant, I got shot, I saw my dad in prison and you're acting as if I just threw a bomb at your perfect life!"

"What Lunar?! WHAT?! What do you want me to do?! What do you want me to say?!" He yells in his deep voice, shocking me.

"You want me to ask you to move in?! You want me to propose to you?! You want to go see my parents?!"

"Well do something! I didn't get myself pregnant!" I yell at him.

"What do you want me to do?! I'm running a business, I'm handling school and you're already a friggin handful! You think raising a child is easy?!" He yells and I glare at him through teary eyes.

"I'm just not--" he pauses abruptly.

"Say it." I say and Nathan looks away.

"Go ahead, say it! Say it!"

"I'm not ready! I'm not ready to be a father or handle the annoying late night cries of a baby or changing diapers and spending a shitload of money on all the medications and precautions!" He yells.

I stare at him in the silence, letting his words sink into his mind of what he just said.

"Then you've made my decision easier." I say and I undo my seatbelt, open the door and march out.

Nathan follows behind.

"Where are you going? The doctor said you need rest." He says and I turn to him.

"Well, I'm not getting any from you. Just leave me alone." I say and he glares at me for the first time ever.

"Lunar, get back. You're pregnant and you're stressed."

"That's thanks to you, isn't it?" I say and he frowns.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'm not going to enter the same apartment with you when you're yelling at me and looking at me like I ruined your life."