“I’m going to be an aunty?” Charlotte screams, grabbing the scan out of my hand staring at it. The room erupts into loud cheers as everyone speaks about the baby.
“I can’t believe after everything you put her through, Evan, you would demand those things,” Derrick adds.
“What I put her through? She’s the one that was caught with her ex. Not me,” I scream at Derrick.
“You’re still going on about that. Sienna could have died and you’re still going on about how your damn fucking egos bruised.”
“Derrick, back the fuck off my bro, man. That’s not cool,” Christian says, beside me.
“No, Christian, he broke her heart. She was heartbroken when he threw her out of his room that day as if she was nothing. She loved you, Evan; she loved you so fucking much and wanted to put her past to rest so you could build a future together. Instead, you kicked her out; then probably went on to fuck a million groupies just to make yourself feel better. Sienna couldn’t function Evan, she was heartbroken over you,” Derrick bellows, his chest heaving as he defends his best friend.
I get it, I fucked up again.
Derrick was so pissed, that Chance got up and removed him from the room.
“He’s protective of her, Evan,” Vanessa adds. “We all are.”
Looking up at Vanessa, I mumble, “I’ve fucked everything up. I’ve lost her haven’t I?”
Vanessa shakes her head. “No you haven’t, but walking in demanding she marry you, become a family and move to LA was probably not the way to say sorry or to tell her you still love her, was it?”
Fuck she’s right. “I was in shock, Ness. I mean I panicked.”
Giving me a pat on the arm, she says, “I know Evan, but Sienna was just as freaked out as you. She was upset this afternoon finding out about the baby. She keeps thinking maybe she hurt it. She feels incredibly guilty that she didn’t know she was pregnant. So you know what, tread carefully for a while. I’m sure the shock of the baby and the shock of seeing you in Paris after everything might be too much for her to handle at the moment.”
Vanessa’s right, I’ll give her some time. But I’m going to show Sienna that the future I saw when we met is worth fighting for, I won’t give up.
A week later I was back in the hospital for my next scan. Evan is meeting me at the hospital to accompany me. I couldn’t let him miss another scan, it wasn’t fair to him or the baby. I would just have to get used to being around Evan again. After my break down in hospital, he’s been keeping his distance giving me the time I need to process everything that has happened.
Evan has organized a suite at a hotel for me to live in, with a nurse on call. Vanessa persuaded me to take Evan up on his offer, saying he just wanted to help, that he cares and wants what is best for the baby and me. Being confined to bed sucks, being in a luxurious hotel with views of the Eiffel Tower made it bearable. Each day Evan sends vases of flowers to my room. They arrive at the same time every day. They are beautiful. It really is generous of him.#p#分页标题#e#
“Hey, sorry I’m late traffic was crazy. Paris is so much worse than LA,” he says giving me a smile, flashing those killer dimples. Fuck! I hated how he affected me. All week I have been having these crazy sex dreams about him, stupid hormones making me horny. It’s just not fair. Thankfully the doctor called us in before I could say anything embarrassing. The doctor checks me over physically then asks for me to jump up onto the table and roll my pants down exposing my belly. Squirting a cold gel onto my stomach, he moves the wand around until he finds the baby. As we look onto the screen, jelly bean appears and moments later we can hear the heartbeat.
“Is that the baby’s heart beat?” Evan asks, his eyes wide as he stars at the screen.
“Yes, and it’s strong. The baby is looking very healthy.”
I felt Evan’s hand over mine, I look at him but he is lost in his own world staring at our baby, his ocean blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. A future that I dared not think about flashed before my eyes. Nights spent cuddled on a sofa with a sleeping baby against my breast, sitting in the sand building sandcastles with Evan and our child, a large house filled with laughter and pitter-patter of many feet across the floor as our family grows.
I wanted all of this with Evan. I wanted what he demanded from me last week, I want him to be my husband, I want us to be a family. I want Evan’s band to teach our child how to play instruments or sing. I want this child to know about crazy Uncle Derrick and bossy Aunty Vanessa and all the other people in its life. I want Charlotte to take photos of our little family savoring these memories. Fuck, I move uncomfortably on the table, tears falling from my eyes. I try to brush them away hoping no one can tell what I was thinking.