What Isnt Expected

Twenty-Four

The room is so thick with tension. It's so overwhelming and it feels like the world around me is tumbling down. The room is silent. Gina, is silent. She's just staring at me with an awestruck expression that is hard to read.

"You're pregnant?" She whimpers. Literally, my body shrivels into itself. Before I could find the courage and answer her Dorothy speaks up.

"Dude! She's 18 and already has two kids, you think that's okay?" Regina looks to Dor but I keep my eyes focused on my girlfriend. Still she seems to be stuck.

She then looks to me and examines my body. I can hear my pulse pounding in my ears. When she takes a step closer my chest burns with heat. To my surprise, Regina locks her hand in mine. I hope she says what I want her to; I don't want to keep this baby...

Regina gently trails her fingers through my damp hair to brush it behind my ear. I merely melt to her touch, it also freaks me out. It just feels like she's buttering me it up.

"We're pregnant!" She says so soft but so happily. I gulp down that fear that previously consumed me and gawk at my beautiful girlfriend. She is happy about this...

"Regina..." Inwardly I beat myself up because I know I'm about to crush her, but it's something I can't keep in. "I'm getting an abortion."

Just as I expected, Regina's face drops to a pained looked that breaks my heart even more. She lets go of my fingers and takes a step back. "What?!"

"Babe, what if it's Neal's?" I attempt at persuasion not only that, Dorothy has a point. I can't keep popping out kids every year. That's absurd.

"Okay," she sasses, "Henry is his. Why does that matter?"

"How dare you! Henry is your's!" I bite back. From the corner of my eye, I catch Dorothy dragging Ruby away to give us privacy. I actually wish that they didn't leave.

"Is that the real reason why you want to get an abortion? Maybe if you would tell me when you stop taking the pill I could refrain from filling you up all of the time! I thought you and I both agreed that abortions were wrong!" She screams.

Her anger is far greater than anything I have ever seen before. Of course, I feed into it because she says some things that only makes me lack on solid backup to support myself.

"No! Okay, look. We're alcoholics Regina. What if I drowned this baby out with alcohol and it's born with so many painful problems. I could never live with myself! Could you?" Regina visibly relaxes.

I can see it all in her face. She is now conflicted. At the end of the day this is my body and she knows it. She has no say in what I can or can't do ...technically she does but that's besides the main issue here.

"Can we at least see how far along you are before we jump the gun? Please?" She really wants to have this baby. We never talked about having another kid but she obviously really wants to have one.

"What about Sports? I will miss out on soccer-and softball again. I'll be pregnant the entire school year and won't be able to get any scholarships."

Regina heavily sighs. She deflates after acknowledging that I defeated her in this moment. Angrily, she storms off into the kitchen leaving me dumbfounded. After a few moments of recollecting myself, I follow her to find her slamming back a drink. Dammit!

"Regina!" I scold. She sits the glass down and gives me a sullen look. Her eyes are already reddening. "You really wanted to have another kid?"

Regina stares aimlessly at the glass in her hand. She trails her fingers across the rim before answering,"Yea...when you were older, but now that you are..."

The way her eyes dart from the bottle of liquor and to her glass shows that she did want to call it quits. She's internally struggling now, fighting against the urge to chain drink. I watch as her hand slides off of the glass. Slowly, and shakily, it rises towards the liquor bottle only for it to drop again.

I feel so proud of her. For a moment she attempts to gain her composure, but the moment is short lived when her hand greedily grabs at the bottle and chugs down the dark liquid. Oh dear god.

This is so hard for me to watch. Not only because I'm watching my girlfriend break the sobriety she just started, but it's tempting me. That dark liquid that sloshes around in the glass is calling my name. Just like her body, those lips, that cock.

"Regina give it." Carefully I reach out to her but she snatches her arm away with force. Again, she slams down a huge gulp.

A laugh cackles between her lips before she hands it over: Regina Mills is drunk. I feel so fucking guilty right now. I shouldn't have made her vulnerable. There could have been other ways to go about expressing this to her right?

"You..." she trails before she hiccups, she sways just a little but it isn't all crazy and super unbalanced swaying. Regina usually has most of her brain cells in tact when she's drunk which is why we end up getting back home safely. "You lied to me."

"Wha-I never lied to you!" I groan. I gain the strength to snatch the bottle away from her. Without another word, I cap it and toss it in the trash.

"I wasn't...done with...that." She groans. Her body slumps into the counter, her face forms into a childish pout, and she looks at me angrily. I simply roll my eyes and lock her fingers in mine.

"Come on, Let's sleep it off, I know you're tired." Regina shakes her head. Instead of her letting me guide her to our room, she pulls me into her body.

Her robe feels so soft against my skin. Not wanting to feed into this further, I will myself to pull away. Regina has other plans. "Let's have some fun baby!"