Sunday

I

After knowing what he had to know, Alex choked on his own saliva. He coughed a few times before calming down.

"He needs to know about that!" Alex accidentally screamed.

Sunday laughed and shushed him. "Alex. Calm down. We're in public."

Alex's eyes went wide. "Oh. Right sorry. But he really does."

"I know, Alex. I will." Sunday reassured him.

Alex nodded his head. "Okay. We're staying at Rian's house right now. Down at 19446, just twelve minutes away from here. The boys are there."

"Alright, Alex. Calm down." Sunday once again laughed. "You're not even gonna ask why I ran away?"

"Oh yeah. Right. Why did you ran away?" Alex looks like a fool right now.

Sunday smiled. "I ran away because I was scared of the unthinkable. I mean, Zack knocked me up and he doesn't even know he did. What are you going to think? What will the people think? Blah blah."

Alex gave Sunday a sympathetic smile. "We'll understand, Sunday. We always do. It's okay. But how did Zack got you pregnant? How did it happened?"

Sunday laughed, again. "Remember that night when he found out that his grandmother died? You four were all drunk and I was, too. But I sobered up after an hour, still a bit drunk, though. You three were asleep and it was just me and Zack alone in the room. And I don't know. Things just happened."

Alex looked down and smiled at the ground. He was feeling overwhelmed. He still can't believe that Sunday is here. Finally.

"You still haven't changed a thing, Sunday. Even in serious matters, you still laugh." Alex told her.

"I don't want to be sad, Alex. It will not be good for the baby. It will not be good for me." Sunday explained.

"So, are you ready to tell him? To tell them?" Alex questions.

Sunday bit her lip and looked around for a bit before answering him. "I'd have to. It's been months, Alex. I prepared myself for this."

"I hope that's true." Alex smiled. He stood up first and Sunday followed. With shaky hands, Sunday reached out for Alex and they held hands as they walked their way to Rian's house.

Two more blocks and they will reach their destination. Alex stopped and looked at a worried Sunday. "You're fine, Sunday. So, what is it going to be? Should I enter the house or should I let you knock on the door until someone opens it?"

Sunday looked down and fidgeted with her hands. "I don't know. I'm so nervous."

"Hey, don't worry. It'll be okay. I promise." Alex reassured her.

"I hope."

"It will be. So, the plan?" Alex questions.

Sunday looked up and think. "I think it's better if you stick by my side as I knock on the door.",

Alex nodded his head. "That's a good idea, Sunday. Let's go."

They reach the Dawson's and just stared at the door for a whole minute. "I-I can't do it." Sunday whispered.

Alex reached out for her left hand and squeezed it. "No backing out now. You'll be okay. It will be okay."

"Okay." Sunday nodded and went closer to the door. She reached out slowly and knocked on it thrice.

No one answered.

She knocked again. And this time, it was louder.

"Coming!" Someone shouted from the inside. Sunday backed away and tears started brimming at the bottom of her eyes.

Not a minute later, Jack's face showed up. He looked at Alex and then to "Sunday?" he screamed.

Sunday nodded her head as she began to cry. "Yes. It's me, Jack. I missed you.", Sunday can't help it and ran to Jack's side. She hugged him as he stood there as if he saw a ghost.

Sunday let go and looked at Jack. His eyes were wide. "Is it really you?"

"Yes, Jack. It's me."

"Jack? What's taking you so long?" A voice questioned behind them.

"Rian." Sunday said in a soft voice. Rian searched for the voice and saw Sunday.

"Sunday?"

"Yes. It's me." Sunday continued crying. Alex saw that Sunday was struggling so he cut them off and scolded Sunday.

"Sunday, calm down. You're pregnant. It's not good for you to cry this long." Alex wiped Sunday's face with his handkerchief.

"What? You're pregnant?" Jack and Rian asked.