Eight months later
Katy's POV
It's been over a year since Ansel and I started dating. We were still dating to this day, which made me happy. I was glad I was with him. I'm actually glad I had to help take care of him a year an a half ago. We have been dating for about 13 months. So i guess it wasn't a year an a half ago, but still. It was September.
"Hey boo." Ansel said as I walked over and sat on his lap. I moved into his condo with him last week. I kissed him and he pulled me so I was straddling him. "Why does it always start on the couch?" I giggled inbetween breaths. He laughed, "I don't know but I like it." He smirked.
He rolled us onto te floor. He pulled a pillow off the couch and a blanket too. I giggled as he failed at pulling the blanket onto us. We continued kissing and he stuck his hands up my shirt. This is the sixth time we had sex, well we are getting ready to. And so far four of them, including this one, has started on a couch. He rubbed his hand up and down my thigh as I tried to put myself on top, but he pinned my hands down and smirked. "No way." He said and I smiled. He took off my clothes and I did the same with him.
Then he threw himself into me and I moaned loudly. He kissed my neck as I ran my fingers through his hair. He pulled away from my neck so that he could breathe himself. I moaned as he kept on going. Damn it Ansel. Why on the floor? I thought and couldn't laugh because I was moanning.
After a few minutes he rolled off of me and pulled me close. I laid on his chest. "I love you." He said. I looked up at him. "I love you too." I said. He smiled and gave me a peck on the forehead.
-a week later-
It was late and Ansel wasn't home yet. Where is he? He said he'd be here in ten minutes. He said that half an hour ago. And he wasn't picking up his phone. I had some news for him... I heard a knock at the door. Oh good, that must be Ansel. He must of forgot his key. I thought. But my heart dropped when I opened the door to see a police officer standing there. "Hi are you Mrs. Elgort?" He asked.
"No. I'm just a girlfriend." I said. He nodded confirming. "Well your boyfriend, I'm sorry to tell you this, but he was ina a really bad car accident." He said. I could feel my eyes fiilling up with tears. I nodded and he walked away, just like that. Tears rolled down my face. I just stood there like a helpless person.
Then I quickly grabbed my car keys, and ran out the door. I headed to the hospital when I got there.. I couldn't believe who I saw. Mary. She had a black and blue eye. She smirked at me. "I told you I'd ruin your life." She said and then I noticed she was hand cuffs.
Oh my gosh.
I ran to his room and sat down on the bed next to him. Tears came down my face, it was like it was pouring on my cheeks. My vision was blurry, but I could see a large cut on his neck and he had a wrap around his stomach. I cried as I squeezed his hand, putting my forehead down on it as I sobbed.
"Happy birthday boo." I heard him says and I looked up at him, he was smiling at me. But I still cried. It was my 21st birthday, and I've been to busy worrying about him to remember.
"Please stop crying." He said. "I'm ok. See? Boo, you're making me sad."
"Damn it Ansel you could of died!" I sobbed. I felt his hand squeeze mine. He pointed over to a box on the bookshelf. "Stop crying. I'm ok, and so are you. That's all that matters." He said. I shook my head. "No, you're not ok. Ansel. M-Mary did this!' I said, saying her name was so hard because of how much hatred for her I have. "I know. She's a selfish bitch, and she nearly killed herself too. Katy. Please stop already, you're pissing me off. I'm ok." He said rubbing his hand against the side of my cheek. "You shouldn't have bought me anything." I said looking at the box on the bookshelf. "Ugh." He groaned slamming his head onto the pillow. "Open the damn present Katy. For me?" He said. And I looked down at his hand as I played with his fingers.
"Ansel.." I said.
"Fine. Then you tell me what's the surprise you had?" He asked and I looked at him. I couldn't tell him now, not now. Then I came up with an idea. "I can't tell you now because you're going to be a daddy." I said while standing up and walking over to the bookshelf. I opened the box and I smiled as I saw a picture of us in it. I turned around he was staring back at me. Now I felt weird, was he mad about it? Was he mad that I was pregnant?
I couldn't do this. "Ansel.." I said and he smiled at me. "Why didn't you tell me?" He said excitement in his voice. I smiled and sat down next to him again. "Because, I can't just spit out that I'm pregnant when I just saw you and you're sitting here hurt." I said. He grabbed my hand, "This is great." He said.
I thought that I couldn't get pregnant but here I was and I had a baby growing inside of me.
He kissed my hand. "I love you." He said. I looked at me. He smiled. "I said I love you!" He yelled. "Ansel! Shhh.... I love you too." I whispered and he smiled.
5 days later
Ansel got out of the hospital today. He laid down on the couch, and I propped his sprained ankle up on a pillow. "Why the hell is it I'm always hurt, and now here I am and you're pregnant and I can't take care of you." He groaned. "I'm only a week." I said and kissed him on the forehead. It was September twenty-eighth. And he would have to rest for another month. Mary was put in jail for nine years because Ansel wasn't the only person she hit, she killed two other people in another car.
I made hI'm so coffee then sat on the floor beside the couch he was laying on. I held his hand tightly.
Thank you Ansel Elgort for being alive. Thank you for being ok.
