Not so beautiful after all

FEW WEEKS LATER

ANDY’S POV

The pregnancy kit falls off my hand as my mouth hangs in realization of what was happening to me.

Shit! I’ve got a little human growing inside of me.

“Shit, shit, shit” I chant, scrambling around for my phone to call Angela.

I run my hand through my hair multiple times before dialing her number. I start pacing as I wait for her to pick up.

“What’s up Marshy” She chirps.

“Where are you?”

“With Ethan… what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Everything’s is wrong Angela, everything is so wrong!” I cry into the phone. I don’t realize when the tears begin to fall from my eyes.

“Hey, hey, chill out, I’ll be right there in a few minutes okay… just stay where you are” She said.

“Okay” The line goes dead and I pack up the P.T kit on the counter before walking out into the bedroom.

I pace back and forth, running my hands through my hair multiple times.

Thoughts begin to pass through my head in haze and I swoon slightly, finding the edge of the bed and willing myself to sit.

How would I raise a baby all by myself?

I already know who the father is, but would he even accept this child?

It was stupid one night stand, how the fuck did it end up with a human in my stomach?

I place a protective hand over my belly. How do I take care of this child?

What do I do now?

Getting rid of it is definitely not an option, I don’t want blood on my hands.

How do I even break this news to Angela?

That I got pregnant for a one night stand?

A man I barely know?

The only thing I know about that guy is the fact that he’s rich and his name is Drake and he organizes galas on Tuesdays.

Who gets pregnant for a man that hosts galas on Tuesdays?

I begin to pace back and forth again until I hear the front door open.

I rush out to the living room and run into her arms.

“Marshy…what’s wrong?” She asks worry lacing her voice.

I pull out the pregnancy kit from my pocket and show it to her. Her face slowly morphs into a shocked expression before she looks at me with wide eyes.

“Who is the father?” Was the first question she asked.

“The one night stand I had with the gala organizer” I sit on the couch. Thinking through this whole thing.

“Drake?” Her eyes widen and I nod.

“Well…you have to tell him then” She states taking a seat beside me.

“Would he accept it? I’m still yet to wrap my head around this whole thing, not talk of dumping it on him so fast” I complain.

“He deserves to know Andy and we both know abortion is not option.” She mutters rubbing a soothing hand on my shoulder.

“Come on, I’ll go with you. I hear he’s at the Casino right now. Let’s get you into good clothes” She helps me get up and leads me into the room.

I flop on the bed, still trying to wrap my head around what’s going on.

Angela picks out a dress while I stare off Into space.

God please…help me this once!

In a few minutes we were standing in front of the Casino.

Bile rises in my throat as the nervousness starts to kick in. I gulp hard to keep myself together.

“Come on, let me go sign us in” Angela offers and I nod, still standing motionlessly.

We walk into the casino and I begin to walk towards his office.

Apparently, he owns the casino and I also just found out like five minutes ago.

I can’t believe I’m having a baby for a man that I barely know.

I’m so fucking stupid.

My knuckles rap on the door and a small ‘Come in’ affirms my entry.

I twist the knob on the door and let myself in, softly closing the door behind me.

He seats behind the desk In a tailored suit, his three piece tuxedo resting graciously on his slender physique, his hair gelled back highlighting his face and features.

I shake my head and clear my throat. I’m about to speak when I hear a flush from the toilet side.

Stephanie walks out in a red dress

“What are you doing here Andy?” She asks.

“I’m here to see Drake” I respond.

“Why?” She furrows her brows.

“You would get to know in a matter of seconds” I walk towards his table but he meets me halfway through. His eyes still holding the same judgement it did the first time we met.

I clear my throat before I speak.

“I’m pregnant” I announce. His stoic demeanor changes pretty quickly. He pulls me out of the office Into the hallway, making a little distance from his office.

“Let me go, you’re hurting me!” I complain shrugging out of his hold.

“Listen to me, that woman in there is my wife to be, you can’t be pregnant for me” He states pushing his fists in his pockets.

“Oh you speak? That has to be the most words you have said in seconds” I taunt.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Sure am, Mr. Husband to be, you knew you were getting married but still decided to sleep with me” I raise my voice.

He remains quiet and I scoff.

“Look, I also just found out today and trust me I don’t want this as much as you don’t, but right now I don’t have a choice” I explain.

“Get rid of it” He mutters with a stoic expression.

“What did you say?” I bellow.

“I’ll give you all the money and everything you need, but you need to get rid of that thing” He points at my stomach.

I place a protective hand around my tummy.

“I can’t do that” I mutter softly.

“And why the fuck not!” He raises his voice.

“Because I’m cursed goddamnit!”