Rebel

Chapter 11: I Wanna Be Yours

It took Danny and me a couple of days to get over the initial shock of Rachel being pregnant. I was happy for the two of them. After all, they had gone through Hell and back in order to be together. They really deserved this. They'd make pretty damn good parents and I was excited about the fact that they had chosen us to be the godparents. Danny didn't really have much to say about the situation. He mostly kept quiet whenever I started rambling on about it, but I guess that's just how guys were. My guess was that he was probably deep in thought, but I didn't try to bug him about it.

C: WAKE UP!!!

Candace had been blowing my phone up all morning thinking that I was still asleep. We had an hour before it was time for us to get on the road, but Danny and I were already packed and I had been too excited to sleep the night before. So while Danny was nodding off, he cuddled up next to me with his head on my chest and his hands wrapped around my torso, occasionally stroking my stomach with his fingertips. "Babe, stop," I giggled, "that tickles." He stopped, but one of his hands rested on my stomach, just below my belly button.

"When will we have a baby?" he asked gently. I sat straight up in bed and looked at him as if he had sprouted another head. "Why are you asking me this?" I asked, trying to keep myself from raising my voice. It was hard to not get worked up over something so insane. Damn, could I even get my senior year started before getting locked down for life?

"Because. Yesterday you were all happy about Reggie and Rachel being pregnant, but every time I even mention the word 'baby', you get pissed off or you get all defensive. Am I not goodenough to put a baby in you?" By now, my mouth was hanging wide open and I couldn't believe that after almost two weeks of spending time with each other, he was acting this way. Trying to start an argument over something that neither of us were ready for.

"Danny, what the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted at him, "I can't believe that you would even sit there and think that you're not good enough for me. If that were the case then I wouldn't have been laid up in your bed day after day, helping you with laundry and the dishes. You're fucking crazy! I wouldn't be doing any of this shit for someone that I didn't love!" And there they were. The words that he had been dying to hear and as soon as they came out of my mouth, his expression softened. We were standing on opposite sides of the room yelling at each other at six in the morning.

He walked around the bed and tried to pull me into his arms and I rejected him. "No. Since you think that I don't think you're good enough for me to carry your baby, then when we get down here to the beach, make sure your ass sleeps on the couch!" I quickly pulled one of Danny's large black V neck shirts from the clean laundry pile and I bent over to grab a pair of my blue jean shorts from my suit case. I slid them up over my legs and before standing, I snatched up both bags. I was prepared to take my luggage and storm out of the room, but as soon as I stood up, the room spun around me in a million different directions and I just knew that I was about to hit the floor. "You've gotten yourself worked up and now look what happened. Your blood pressure might have gotten too high," he said, holding me in his arms. "Get your damn hands off of me! Let's go!" I yelled as I stormed out of the bedroom.

I raced down the stairs, not wanting to even look at him because I was still outraged by the conversation that we just had. I had never acted as if I was too good for anyone and sadly, not making a difference between people was one of my downfalls. I worried so much over the last few days that I wouldn't love Danny and give him my all as much as I loved Dean and it scared the shit out of me. I could be nice under the right circumstances. I would treat a homeless person the same way I would treat the president if I ever got the chance to meet him. I was so tied up in my thoughts that by the time I reached the parking lot, tears were streaming down my face and I felt like I was walking a mile a minute. I was almost to the door when I felt Danny's hand grab my arm, firmly but gently at the same time. He spun me around to face him and reached down to loosen the grip I had on my bags. "You can't go anywhere without the keys," he said bending down to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around him while my back was pressed against the car, but my arms remained folded and I still refused to look at him. "I don't find anything funny," I spat at him. He grabbed a hold of my chin and pressed his lips against mine. I couldn't fight him. I had to melt in his arms and forgive him.