𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑

Chapter 7: The Test

A Week Later

*Dixie's POV*

My hands trembling, I took the pregnancy test off the counter. Lately, I had been feeling tired and nauseous in the morning so I decided to suck it up and take the test. I gasped, the piece of plastic falling to the floor. Two lines were shown, and that meant I was pregnant. It could only be Matt's, because I hadn't had sex in ages. The last time I had sex was a year before Matt and I had sex.

I had to tell Matt. He was coming over at 7 p.m. for dinner and it was 6:45 p.m.. I was wearing a sweater and leggings, tugging on the sleeves. I was pacing up and down when I heard the front door open. Matt appeared holding Chinese takeout. He took off his shoes and smiled, walking over. 

"Matt?" I asked, gulping as Matt took a seat beside me. I took the pregnancy test and showed it to Matt, saying, "I'm pregnant."

"What the fuck?" Matt deadpanned. He took a deep breath and asked, "Is it mine?"

"What the fuck, of course it's yours!" I shouted.

"How did it happen? We used a condom...and...and..." Matt started going into panic mode.

"It might have ripped."

"Are you sure you didn't have sex after me?"

"No, Matt, no!"

 "Before me?"

"A year ago." I sighed. Matt stood up, saying, "I really have to go." He rushed to put on his shoes and left. I sank to the floor, crying. I quickly dialed Kelly's number into my phone and begged him to come over. When he came over about half an hour later, he rushed to my side and just held me.

"What happened?"

"I'm pregnant, Kelly. It's Matt's. I told him and he...he...left." 

"Okay, you stay here, I'm gonna' go and bring him back." Kelly said. I shook my head vigorously but to no avail. Kelly was out the door before I could even say 'no'. I sighed as my heart pounded heavily. 

*Kelly's POV*

I drove around Dixie's place, looking for Matt. Then, I saw him, drinking beer as he walked. I parked my car and got out. I walked over, then stopped him, saying, "You need to go back."

"What the fuck are you talking about Kelly?" Matt asked, then taking a swig of his beer.

"I mean, go back to your fucking pregnant girlfriend!" I shouted, losing control. Matt shrugged, so I pulled him by his collar and threatened, "I don't care how long we've been friends for but Dixie needs you right now and if you mess up, God help me I will beat you to a pulp." With that, I walked off and drove off, hoping that Matthew Casey would come to his senses and return to the woman that carried his child. 

*Dixie's POV*

I was crying on the floor when I heard the door open again. I looked up and saw Matt, so I looked away. I said, icily, "Fuck off, Matt."

"I'm sorry I ran away."

"I said fuck off! You ran away when you heard I'm pregnant! I'm also shocked, okay? But you, you could've chosen to deal with your shock and stay, but you ran off like a coward, so fuck off, Matt." I shouted angrily. Matt sighed, then left my apartment. Why did God have to make me so fucking idiotic?

The Next Day

I went to bed alone last night, but woke up with a pair of arms around my waist. I sighed, turning around to see a sleeping Matt. I snuggled closer, then Matt stirred. As he rubbed his eyes, he whispered, "Please don't kick me out."

"Wasn't going to." I whispered as I snuggled the closest I could to the shirtless Matt. He chuckled and cuddled closer to me. I laughed a little and fell back asleep since I only had shift the next day. 

When we woke up, it was around noon so I went to make lunch. When I was done, I realized that Matt was leaning against the doorframe in his boxers, watching me. I walked past him, giving his bulge a little squeeze and leaving with a smirk. 

We sat down and ate breakfast, and I was glad that we had gotten past our petty argument.

So, two updates in a day! Sorry this chapter was short, it was sort of a filler chapter. Anyways, have a great day!!!!!!!!!!!