Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

21: Doctors and Disappointment

God, I love this song. You can play it whilst you read, and hope you enjoy x

Rye's P.O.V

A week later

I still couldn't believe what I'd done. I knew it was a bad idea, especially given my state of mind when I'd been asked to go to the party. The picture was everywhere; Andy was bound to have seen it by now. I called anywhere I could think of, asking where Andy was. Even his parents had no idea. I made the decision to fly to the family castle, in case he'd turn up there at some point. But then I remembered Andy didn't want me to find him. He hated me. Why would he take me back?

You have an unborn child together, you fucking idiot.

I asked Brook to come with me, and Mikey to stay in case Andy came back to the house.

The plane ride was so painful. I missed Andy so fucking bad, and the flight felt like it was taking days. I fingered his necklace, tears rolling down my cheeks. I decided to distract myself by watching a funny movie with Brook, but I couldn't find any reason to even smile. I could only imagine Andy's adorable smile, his beautiful laugh. It was a sound that really soothed me at the worst times, in the time we'd been married.

"Rye? What is it?" Brook's voice snapped me out of my thoughts as he paused the movie. His concerned expression was enough to make the tears fall harder as I broke down, feeling my older brother take me in his arms. I fell asleep without realising, the first time in a week I'd slept fairly peacefully.

Andy's P.O.V

"Andy, love. Are you ready to go?"

I joined Mum at the bottom of the stairs, grateful she was coming with me to the appointment. I just wished Rye was, too. To see the little human we'd created with our once-existent love, if I was even pregnant.

But then I remembered the hurt, and my promise to myself to only put my child's safety first, even if that meant I wouldn't be with my husband.

We pulled up to the clinic after about an hour, and Mum took my shaky hand, giving me a warm smile.

"You'll be alright, Andy. Your first child is one of the most incredible things that could happen to anyone."

We were met by a woman with black hair who was waiting patiently.

"Morning, Queen Lesley, and Prince Andy. I'm Rita. If you'd like to come with me."

Mia sat me down on the bed and asked to lift my shirt up. She squirted some gel onto my stomach, rubbing it with the ultrasound thing (I don't actually know what the stick thing is called). I'd had my bandages removed a few days ago, making this a little easier.

"Right. Okay. Congratulations, Andy! You're 3 weeks pregnant," Rita smiled. "Would you like the pictures?"

I nodded, at a loss for words. Rita cleaned off the gel and as soon as she did, Mum kissed my cheeks, smiling widely. She was still holding onto my hand.

"Mum, I'm having a baby," I said softly, still trying to comprehend it. Mum nodded, laughing.

"I'm going to have a grandchild. Damn, that makes me feel old," she laughed.

Her phone started ringing, and I craned my neck to see who it was. It was Jack's mum.

(I have no idea what Jack's mum is called, so just going to give her a random name.)

"Hey, Allie. Are you alright?"

I could hear Allie's voice coming through the phone, and my mum put it on speaker.

"Are you next to Andy right now?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Um, Prince Ryan is here. I saw him coming up to the gates through the window."

I panicked, grabbing my mum's phone. "Allie, please tell him nobody's seen me. Tell him I'm not in England. I can't see him, I just can't," I said, feeling my throat close up.

"Andy, love, calm down. They can handle it. We'll just go somewhere else, okay? Thanks for telling us, Allie. Just, make sure he doesn't know. Inform my husband, okay?"

"Of course. Bye."

"Mum, he'll find out. I don't want him to," I said, panicking even more.

"He won't, love. And even if he does, why is it so bad? You guys have a baby together and it needs the both of you. I know he hurt you, Andy. But you love each other so much. You can and you have to work it out. For your baby."

"I promised myself my baby's wellbeing and safety would come first, and I would stay strong. If it means I'm not with Rye, then so be it. He doesn't love me," I said sadly, wiping away frustrated tears.

"Your child will have the best bringing up with both of you, Andy," Mum said, looking equally as defeated.

"Mum, please! Don't. Just leave it. I don't need Rye."

We got into the car, and Mum told our driver to drive out of the city. We ended up in front of a shopping centre (mall), and it just brought all the pent up sadness and anger and fear back.

"Andy, if it's too traumatising, we don't have to go."

I shook my head. "No, I'm alright. Come on."

Rye's P.O.V

I stared from the servant, to Brook.

"Stop pissing me about," I fumed. "Where the fuck is my husband?! He needs me." My anger switched from anger to defeat and desperation in a split second.

"Good morning, Prince Ryan. What are you doing here?"

A woman with straight brown hair, looking to be around the same age as Lesley, appeared.

"Morning. Did Andy turn up?"

She looked confused, sending the servant away. "I'm sorry, Prince Rye. I haven't heard anything about him from the family. I thought he was in Spain with you?"

I sighed. "No, something happened, and I don't know where he went. Are the King or Queen free?"

She shook her head. "The King has a very important meeting that nobody's allowed to interrupt, and Queen Lesley has gone on some errands. She doesn't like the servants to do it all themselves."

My heart sank to the ground. I had no hope of finding Andy.

"Thank you anyway," I sighed. I turned away, pulling Brook with me. He nodded and ran after me.

"I'm sorry, Rye. But we will find him. I promise you. You guys are meant to be together forever. He loves you endlessly," my brother smiled, a hand on my shoulder.

"If he did, why did he leave? He obviously hates me. And no wonder. If  I was in Andy's position, I'd react the exact same way. What I said was so stupid and inconsiderate," I huffed.

"You were pissed off before that. Your emotions got in the way. That's all," Brook said. I knew he was trying to comfort me, but it wasn't working.

"Come on. I have no place here."

"Don't say that. You're their son-in-law. They love you."

I doubt that'd last long, now. And I was 100% sure they hated me. Why would they knowing how I'd hurt Andy?

I'm so fucking sorry, Andy. Just remember that I will always love you.