Handprints on the heart

Chapter 3

My hands were raised in a fist about to tap Nash's dark oak door when I stopped. I wanted him to know, I wanted him to wrap me around him and say it's alright but it'll ruin everything he has going for him. His career and his plan to visit the world after high school...all ruined.
Because of me.
I grasp a deep breathe of air from the windy breeze before knocking. As usual, I didn't wait for an answer before I walked in, the knock just seemed to be an old habit now.
I gazed over his cozy house. The kitchen that was usually occupied by Mrs. Grier was empty and the basement was silenced of the noise of Hayes screaming at his video game. I didn't receive a warm hug from a pretty blonde in tutu, asking me to play, nor did a see Will occupied by the current game lounging on the couch. I guess that wasn't unusual though, Will was usually away but still...the house seemed striped away from feeling and the place I could almost call home
"Nash?" I call my head pressed against his bedroom door. I hear shuffling and a "coming!" before Nash opened the door, fully equipped in boxers and socks. He smiles when he sees me and pulls me by the waist into him. That's when I almost forget everything. It was just Nash and me, me entrapped in his strong arms safe from the whole world. That is until he turns me around, and sees my tear stained face. His brows crinkle slightly and he plants a kiss on the top my of head.
"What's wrong?" He asks and it's all it takes for me to sob. He pulls me onto his bed before transitioning me into his lap. Soon, his delicate fingers grab my caramel hair and his fingers gently entwine themselves in its knots.
After finally containing myself I looked him in the eye and told him, "Nash, I'm pregnant" and the look on his face was one I'll never forget.
Once, after my aunt had found out she was having a baby she was planning on a cute way to tell him, until he find a picture of the ultra sound on his phone. For a few days I thought of different ways to tell my future husband. Wrapping up the stick, giving him a baby onesie, ect. What I did not ever imagine was to be sixteen, crying in my boyfriends lap, and homeless.
I expected my husband to pick me up and twirl me in gleeful circles, cry tears of happiness, call every single human on the planet just to tell them he was a dad.
Not the face of a child who's future had just been destroyed by a slut. At first, his nose twitched and his eyebrows raised. Then, seeing as I was not kidding his eyes went wide with shock. Then he couldn't even mask his disgust and he jumped.
His face is a boiling hot red, but his eyes looked sad. His fist looks like it hurts after the nice punch the wall has just received.
And then he crumpled to the ground in a heap. He wasn't crying, just holding his head in his hands muttering words I couldn't hear. I don't think I would have wanted to hear his words. Suddenly he looks up at me and stands. Then he just walks out. My stomach suddenly drops to the floor and my chest feels like it was stabbed.
Now what? I'm homeless, 16, pregnant, in married, and un-employed. I try to piece together my next steps but there all overcome my thoughts of Nash. He was my everything, and I thought he soul have been at least slightly supportive... I never thought he would have left me like very one else. Suddenly, willed with rage I punched a hole next to the one Nash had punched previously. Except, I didn't make a hole and my hand felt broken. Pain shot up from the tips to my red palm. I slowly twisted my pinkie but failed at the others, I only felt more pain.
Now I am sixteen and pregnant, un-employed, homeless, and husband less with a broken hand.
I laughed, madly. A broken hand was nothing compared to everything else. My delirious laugh though was never finished for just then Nash walked in, giving me a long look with his signature raised eyebrow. I jumped up into his arms and squeezed him tight. Then I gave me a hard glare before softening in his gaze
"Nash, my dad kicked me out"I said looking up at him silently.
He just nodded. "You'll sleep here for now i guess. I'm positive your dad will get over it sooner enough. Or, talent when he sees his grandchild" he said peering at my stomach
I laid across his legs and pulled up my shirt to my sports bra showing off the 3 month bump which was itty-bitty. Nash's fingers gently trailed across my abdomen in ticklish swirls. I laughed.
He glanced up at me, "do you thinks the baby's a boy or girl?" He asks cupping my stomach with his large hands.
"Boy" I stated joining his fingers with mine, letting his other hand venture over my stomach. He just nodded before gently resting his head on my tummy.
"Cass?"
"Yeah?" I whispered.
"It's "going to be okay" I nodded
"We make a beautiful baby" he commented and in his gaze at the unborn baby nestled in my stomach. I could barely even smile.

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