And The Words We Couldn't Speak

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"This is so exciting! Just think, my first grandchild..."Nancy cooed quietly. I smiled at her. The doctor returned and had a smile spread on her face.

"Well, you are quite lucky, Mrs. Way, "she smiled. "I think your husband will be glad. I hate to put my nose in this, but you are about five months along... You are so young. You just turned eighteen, I understand?" I nodded slowly. "Well, I would kill my daughter if she ran out and got married and got pregnant before she was eighteen." I looked down at the ground. I heard Nancy inhale sharply.

"Well, she's not your daughter. She's mine. Now, please do your job and keep your two cents in your pocket before I put it back for you, "Nancy hissed lowly.

"Well, I'm sorry, "she smiled apologetically. I just kept my eyes down, and Nancy sighed. "Well, you'll need to come back in about two weeks. We'll have you an official doctor who will work with you throughout this miracle." I nodded slowly and hopped off of the examination table. I heard Nancy talking to the doctor, but I didn't pay attention. I couldn't help but think about what she said. I am still young, as is Mikey... This could change everything... My thinking was interrupted by Nancy grabbing my arm and walking out of the room and down the hallway. When we got to the car, she sighed and smiled at me.

"Well, don't worry about her. She doesn't know what she's talking about, "she said reassuringly.

"Yeah, I guess so..."I muttered. She drove us home, and when we got there, I went straight up to Mikey's room. I curled up on the bed and thought for a minute before grabbing my cell. I quickly dialed and put the phone to my ear. After three rings, someone answered.

"Hello?" The voice said. I raised a brow, wondering why a woman answered Mikey's cell. I closed my phone and thought for a few minutes. I opened it again and dialed another number. After two rings, someone picked up.

"Hey, Rere, "Frankie said cheerfully.

"Hey, Frankie, "I said quietly.

"So, what's the situation? Did he really prego your eggo?" He laughed.

"Yeah, that's why I'm calling... Have you seen him recently?" I asked, racking my brain of all possibilities.

"Not since after the show, "he said slowly.

"Oh, "I choked out quietly.

"Rere, what's going on?" He asked concernedly.

"Well, I just tried calling him, but he didn't answer..."I said quietly, emphasizing the word 'he'.

"Did someone else answer?" He asked, and I could tell he was becoming worried himself.

"Yeah, but it was a woman and I didn't recognize the voice..."I mumbled just over a whisper.

"Oh, "he said quietly. "Well, listen sweet tea, I'm going to go investigate what bitch answered his phone. I'll call you with the deets when I get them, okay?"

"Okay, thanks Frankie, "I said quietly. I closed the phone and sat against the headboard. I suddenly didn't want to be in this room. I hopped of the bed and left the room. I walked down the hallway and opened the door to Gerard's room. I shut it behind me and sat on his bed. I lied down on it and soon fell asleep. When I woke up, I glanced at the clock. I sat up quickly. I had been asleep for almost seven hours. I opened my phone and it seemed like a million alerts popped up. I had twenty-three texts and nine missed calls. I checked the texts first.

Frank sent me all of them. All of which were something along the lines of "Call me now, bitch" and "Holy shit, what the fuck are you doing?" I checked my calls. Four were from Frank. Two were from Mikey. One was from Ray. One was from Bob. The last was from Gerard. I checked the voicemail.

Well, bitch, call me when you get this.

Hey, baby. I just thought I'd call and see how you were. I love you.

Hey, it's Ray. I was just calling to see what the baby doctor said. We wish you were here, but you gotta take care of that little rock star to be! Love you girl.

Hey, Bob here. I thought I'd call you and talk for a bit. No one else can get a hold of you, I guess. Well, call me later. I smiled at the messages from Ray and Bob and Frank. Mikey's made me wonder. I clicked next and listened to the message.

Reese, listen. I really need to talk to you. This is... I don't know what this is, but you need to call me back. Well, I guess I could call you later. Something's going on... I think you should know... I gotta go. I'll call you later. The message stopped. I listened to the same message four times in a row. I couldn't help but pick up on his worry.