Just Friends // David Dobrik

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I came back into the room to see David had changed too, he now wore his boxers and a black t-shirt. He was sat at the end of the bed staring at a sleeping baby.

But when he noticed I walked in, he looked up at me, looked me up and down. And then climbed into his side of the bed.

I lay down on the side he wasn't. The bed was big enough to the point where it felt like he wasn't there. I mean that's fine, I'm use to it.

Other than Noah waking me up once in the night for food, I slept well, however I did somehow wake up in a tangled mess. David's legs twisted between mine, his head leant upon my shoulder and his arms, one under me and the other resting across my torso.

How do I get out of this one? I think to myself.

Every time I tugged my arm away, he'd hold me tighter.

Great, just what I need.

It's not that I didn't like the feeling of being held, it's that I had stuff to do, you cannot stay in bed past seven am with a child.

I eventually got myself free with a groan from David and he turned himself over.

I lifted the smiling baby from his bed. I was the luckiest mommy in the world, I managed to get the happiest and least fussy baby on earth.

As i went into the kitchen, I noticed Natalie's bedroom door was wide open but she wasn't in there, there was also minus a car in the driveway.

I turned the TV on somehow after being confused by the remote controls and switched on MTV, listening to the top charts at the minute quietly whilst I fed Noah, I the changed his diaper and then his outfit.

I made sure it would keep him cool since it was a very hot day in LA and we are used to the cool air of Staten.

I then set up Noah's high chair, I understand I was leaving tonight when Jeff picked me up but I kinda needed it to make breakfast, so I put it up anyway.

I tried to make pancakes but after failing three times and the fourth attempt ending up on the floor, I just postmated some from McDonald's.

I turned 'Sucker' by the Jonas Brothers up and as soon as I heard the first couple notes.

The song had been out a few days and it had somehow become my guilty pop pleasure, most likely because I had a huge and I mean huge crush on Joe when I was around 8 years old.

I began to spin around on the wood floor with a large metal spoon in my hand causing Noah's sweet giggle bellow through the open plan kitchen.

He laughed so hard it made me almost cry. That tiny little, yet very chunky, brunette baby sat in a white and rainbow polka dot high chair, smiling from ear to ear was all mine. He didn't belong to anyone else but me. Since he came into my life I have never felt so whole. He gave me a purpose, and that's just what I needed.

*flashback*

Positive?

I was pregnant?

I wasn't upset but I wasn't happy.

I didn't know my emotions but I knew they were juxtaposing one an other.

My instant reaction was to find Harvey.

He needed to know.

I ran to his small apartment in the rain, lucky for me it was only at the end of the road.

I used the code instead of buzzing up and ran up the stairs. I pulled the spare key from under the planter in the corner and pushed the door open.

I pushed the door open to be met by a graphic scene on the kitchen counter.

"Get out!" I screamed at the small blonde girl with her wrap dress draping off her tanned torso, which happened to give me a perfect view of something I shouldn't see with my boyfriend.

She jumped off the counter, held her dress closed around her waist, swiped her bag from the floor and hurried out.

I slammed the door with force and I'm surprised I didn't knock it off the hinges.

I turned back to Harvey.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yet again didn't know how to feel, I was angry, jealous, sad, disgusted, destroyed.

"I'm sorry." He sighs rubbing is eyebrows as he looks at the floor.

"Yeh right!" I scoff. "I'm sorry doesn't cut it!" I then slide the test across the counter.

"What is this?" He becomes quiet.

"I'm pregnant you asshole."