Baby, I Will Be Your Everything

"Are you seriously going to ignore me right now?"

I pressed my lips together, remaining silent as I pulled another pair of wrinkled jeans from the washer. Stepping back a bit, I shook the jeans out and tossed them into the open dryer next to me before leaning back into the washer.

"I came home for my lunch to see you."

I bit my cheek, fighting the urge to speak my mind as I pulled the last handful of wet clothes out. Sighing, I untwisted the three shirts and tossed them into the dryer. Once I made sure everything was out of the washer, I closed the top and stood on my toes to reach a dryer sheet from the shelf.

"Jack-"

"Don't tell me you're sorry, Alex." I scoffed, finally freeing a single sheet from the small box.

I plopped back down on my feet and tossed the dryer sheet into the dryer. Once it was in the back, I slammed the door shut and set the timer for an hour before I pressed start.

"I am." He argued, slipping his hands around my hips from behind.

I shoved his hands away, spinning around slowly with my eyebrows raised. I frowned, biting my lip at the dark bags under his eyes when he took a step back and raised his hands up.

"For lying to my face when you said you supported my decision? For yelling at me? For staying out all night and not telling me where you went?" I listed, counting on my fingers.

"I was pissed off." He offered, biting at the red string of his hoodie.

"Oh, so that makes everything okay." I smiled sarcastically.

"I was fucking freaking out, okay?" He groaned, tossing his head back. "I'm still freaking out. I don't know."

I frowned, feeling my expression soften just barely when he shoved his hands into his jeans.

"I'm fucking stressed the fuck out." He sighed. "I didn't mean to take it out on you."

"I'm fucking stressed out too." I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "You're so bipolar. I get it, knowing that I'm pregnant is new and scary. I'm freaking out about having my own baby to take care of after taking care of Rose all by myself, but that's not going to change anything."

"I'm not fucking bipolar." He snapped, dropping the sorry act real quick. "I just. I get where you're coming from, but you don't get me. I know we can't do this and the more I think about it-"

"You mean you can't?" I demanded, cocking my hip. "I know damn well I can take care of this baby, Alexander. I've had experience and my mom will be right beside me."

I waited impatiently, watching him bite at the string while he avoided eye contact with me. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down but all of the things that have happened the past few days really had annoyance bubbling under my skin as well as anger. Today I'm feeling strong enough to speak up instead of crying about it.

"This is why I need to tell my parents soon, Alex." I stressed.

"I don't want to tell them." He groaned, making me widen my eyes at him.

"You can't keep pushing this off, Alex." I sighed heavily, squeezing my fists gently. "I need to find out how far along I am. I can't keep going without getting checked out. Not to mention my mom already knows something is up and I just need to get this off my chest."

I sighed again, moving my hands to run through my soft hair. Just thinking about explaining this to Mom and Dad has my body heating up with nerves. I ruffled my hair once more before movin my cool hands over my warm face as stress twisted in my gut.

"We need to tell them together because I don't want to do it alone and my mom will be there to calm my dad down." I pointed out, biting my cheek as I glanced back at him.

"That makes me feel fucking great." He scoffed, picking at his fingers.

I rolled my eyes, forcing my lips together to keep myself from making a comment that I know is better kept in my head. Breathing in deeply, I relaxed my shoulders and reminded myself that Alex has been through a lot. I can't blame him for thinking of the worst reactions possible because I don't know how they're going to react either, but I do know that my parents are nothing like his and he tends to forget that a lot.

"You're going to be fine." I tried comfortingly, licking my dry lips. "I'll be sitting right next to you when we tell them."

"S'not gonna stop your dad from swingin' at me." He stated.

"He's not going to swing at you." I told softly, ignoring the twist in my stomach. "I promise you he won't swing at you."

"Just know I'll fucking sock him right back." He warned. "He already gave me a dirty look this morning."

"There will be no punching between anyone." I noted. "And that was probably because you were still gone when he went to bed."

"God, Jack." He muttered, tugging at his snapback. "I don't want to do this. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I feel like I'm trapped in a fucking nightmare and I can't get out-"

I groaned, tugging at my own hair in frustration before dropping my arms back at my sides loudly.

"Everything is going to be okay. Just breathe." I reassured sternly.

"I am breathing." He muttered, toying with the string in his mouth. "I'm not gonna have a fucking panic attack."

"Okay." I said slowly looking over his straight face. "Well, being parents is something we're going to learn together so stop freaking out because we have time. You would've learned something if you were here with Rose."

"I helped you." He said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest lazily.

"At four in the morning." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I'm thankful you calmed her down for two hours."

"What the fuck did you want me to do?" He retorted. "Lynn picked her up when I left for work anyway."

"I wanted you to be there with me all night." I snapped, dropping my hands to my hips. "I agreed to babysit so you could kind of see what having a baby is like and you weren't even there."

I licked my lips, biting my cheek when he nodded slowly. He slumped his shoulders, chewing on more of the string as he looked down to his feet.

"Okay well, where did you even go last night?" I continued, changing the topic slightly away from the baby because it's clearly still something he's hesitant about. "You still haven't enlightened me."

"I jus' hung out." He shrugged again, voice muffled by the string.

"You just hung out?" I quoted, raising my eyebrows again.

"Uh huh." He nodded. "I needed space."

"Huh." I nodded unsurely, licking my lips. "Who were you-"

"Don't even fucking ask me that shit like I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be." He shot back, pointing his finger at me. "I hate when you fucking do that shit. I needed to get the fuck away from you for a while and now I'm trying to apologize for being a dick and your still throwing this at me without even listening to my side-"

I scoffed, practically seeing red the longer he spoke.

"You're the one not fucking listening!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up. "I hear you loud and clear. You want me to take the easy way out and get an abortion because you're not ready or you can't do this. Well guess what? Even if I would've wanted to get one, it's most likely too late now because I don't know how long I've been like this and you won't let me tell anyone! I hear what you're saying about money and space and everything, but that's why I need my parents to know. They will help and I don't want to hear you tell me otherwise because when it comes down to it, I know them more than you and they are nothing like the scum that your's are."

I panted, feeling guilt swirl around deep in my gut after I realized what I said. Heaving a sigh, I crossed my arms tightly across my chest and felt my fingers shake with adrenaline when he stared down at me hard. I broke eye contact, feeling sick to my stomach as more words slipped through my lips without giving me time to process them.

"Right now would be a good time to pack your shit."

"What?" He asked tensely, making my own shoulders tense up.

"I'm just." I stopped, feeling my heart sink into my stomach. "I'm giving you a way out."

I gulped, trying to keep myself together when silence fell between us. Sucking on my lip, I sneaked a glance up at him to see him still staring me down.

"You're not fucking breaking up with me." He refused, shaking his head. "No-"

"I'm not breaking up with you." I interrupted softly, squeezing my arms together more. "You clearly don't want this with me so-"

"Don't fucking put words into my mouth." He blurted, bringing his fingers to his mouth. "I never said that shit. I just. I'm not. Never mind, I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

"We have to talk about this." I exasperated, grabbing my hot face in my hands.

"Oh-fucking-kay!" He yelled, grabbing my wrists and yanking me forward. "You fucking win."

"Don't fucking manhandle me!" I scolded, fighting against his hands as he pulled me closer to his chest.

"Don't fucking try to break up with me over stupid shit." He scoffed, holding me in place.

"I wasn't trying to break up with you and this is not some stupid shit, it's our future." I argued, pushing against his arms. "Stop manhandling me or I really will tell you to fuck off!"

"You can't fucking live without me." He stated, loosening his grip enough for me to slip away.

I pressed my lips together, unable to deny his words because he's right. Smirking, he leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to my lips. I groaned into his mouth, smacking my hands into his chest until I successfully shoved him away long enough to scoot myself back.

"Don't even." I gawked, trying to ignore the feelings rushing through my body. "You're such an asshole."

"You're the fucking asshole." He retorted, grabbing my hips. "Calling me scum and shit-"

"I called your parents scrum." I corrected, frowning at his eye roll. "I'm sorry! You're really pushing my buttons today and you better get off of me."

"I don't give a shit what you say about them." He reminded, pushing his hands up my shirt. "I'm trying to fucking get off."

"Alexander." I warned, gasping when my lower back pressed into the cold washer.

"Fucking shut up." He practically growled, grabbing underneath my thighs. "You're seriously such a bitch lately."

I choked on my breath, rushing my hands to wrap around his neck when he hoisted my up effortlessly. The familiar warmth I haven't felt in a while swarmed my gut and I found myself tightening my legs around his hips instinctively.

"Still want me to pack my shit?" He asked, hot breath fanning over my lips.

"I never wanted you to pack your shit. You're just pissing me off." I whispered, biting my cheek at the hardness poking up my ass. "I'm still really irritated with your attitude-"

"I'm fucking irritated with you." He huffed back, biting at my lip roughly. "Bitch."

I gasped, opening my mouth wide enough for him to slip his hot tongue inside. I hummed, knocking the hat off of his head while my hands ran through his thick hair. I panted heavily, coming back to my senses when he pulled away to nip at my neck.

"Don't call me that." I warned, biting my swollen lip.

"Can I do it here?" He asked, pressing me back against the washer.

"No." I denied, tightening my thighs around his hips despite my words.

"Let me fuck you." He mumbled, dark eyes staring back into mine before they dropped to my lips. "Right here."

"No." I began, stopping when he was suddenly walking out of the small laundry room with me. "Alex."

I bit my cheek, watching the large room of the basement flash before my eyes while I was taken into the decently sized bedroom to the right of the staircase. I tugged at his hair, moaning lightly at the hoarse sound leaving his throat before I was suddenly dropped down on the firm surface of the queen sized bed.

"I'm not having sex with you." I claimed, pressing my knees together while he pulled his hoodie over his head.

"You're not fucking fooling anyone." He breathed, leaning into my knees while his hand slipped through my legs.

I gasped, arching into his hand as he palmed me roughly while my eyes rolled in the back of my head. Gritting my teeth, I pried my eyes open enough to glare at him as he pulled my legs apart.

"I need this." He told seriously, pressing himself down on me. "Fuck, words can't describe how much I want this right now."

"You want me to reward you for everything that just happened?" I managed to get out, holding in the moan trying to escape when he ground himself down on me.

"I wanna get the rest of my fucking anger out without you fucking crying." He grunted, fisting the blanket near my head. "Fucking let me have my way with you."

I bit my lip and nodded, ignoring the pace of my heart as he gripped the waistband of my pants. He yanked them down, the tightness taking my boxers to my ankles with them. My hard-on flopped up over my stomach, thankfully missing the hem of my shirt from the way the loose material bunched up my ribs.

"S'been a few days." I reminded, warmth twisting in my gut briefly when my gaze fell to the tent in his jeans.

"More than days." He scoffed, popping the button on his jeans and forcing the zipper down.

"I blew you the other day." I defended, tossing my head back when his body pressed back into mine.

"Uh huh." He hummed, running his hands up my thighs. "Not the same. Still good though."

"You're damn right it was fucking good." I clarified, pressing my hands into his shoulders warningly. "Don't put all your weight on me."

He grunted, leaning up a bit unhappily. I hissed, feeling the teeth of his zipper rub against the sensitive skin covering the back of my thigh.

"Your jeans are digging in." I mumbled, pouting when I went ignored as he reached for the bottle of lube hidden under the mattress.

I rolled my eyes, letting my body relax as he pressed me into the bunched up comforter underneath me while he finally pulled the bottle free. I heard the cap pop open, making excitement fill me while I focused more on where his fingers are about to be than the uncomfortable rub of his jeans.

"The fuck."

I frowned, looking down to where he was leaning awkwardly over my right thigh to see him frowning as he shook the small bottle.

"Hurry up." I urged, spreading my legs more in anticipation. "I don't know when Lauren and my mom will be back."

"M'tryin." He huffed, hitting the top of the opened cap against his hand. "Fuck it."

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed, watching him toss the bottle carelessly across the room.

He rolled his eyes, putting his weight on his right arm while he shoved his left hand into my face. I flinched back, scrunching my face up when he pressed the tips of his fingers against my lips.

"Get out of here!" I protested, shoving his wrist.

"Open your fucking mouth or I'm going in dry." He warned.

"No the fuck you're not." I reprimanded, shooting him a glare. "Do you know how much that would hurt me?"

"Just lube them up." He groaned impatiently, hovering his hand in front of my face once more. "I don't have time for this shit."

"This isn't a fucking porno." I grimaced, knocking his hand out of the way. "I'm not sucking on your fingers. That's disgusting and I don't know where they've been."

"I'm tryin' to get them up your ass." He retorted, lightly thrusting in my inner thigh. "C'mon I'm fucking horny."

"Get the bottle from the couch." I demanded, ignoring his annoyed look while I raised my eyebrows. "Don't give me that. You know we need proper lube."

He grunted, pushing up on his elbows and sliding backwards until his feet hit the ground. I bit my lip, watching him tuck himself back into his boxers as he backed out of the open door. I bit my tongue, ignoring his eye roll as he stepped out of sight. Sighing, I let my hand trail down my stomach to stroke myself while his footsteps thumped on the steps. I moaned at the light friction, the ache between my legs growing stronger the longer I waited. Pleasure overpowered the want to punish him for being an asshole and I whined in frustration at myself. He doesn't deserve to feel as good as he's about to. I jumped, dropping my hand from myself when the door slammed shut. My eyes widened, watching his every move as he shoved his jeans back down his thighs to kneel back on the squeaky mattress.

"I'm not going easy on you." He noted, slicking up his fingers quickly.

"I didn't ask you to." I mumbled, gasping when his warm finger pushed through without warning. "Oh."

"You good?" He questioned, pushing in knuckle-deep.

I gasped, biting my lip at the intrusion. Nodding my head, I raised my hands to brush my hair out of my face while I tried to relax more.

"Chill or you'll never loosen up." He reminded, circling his finger gently.

"I know." I breathed, letting out a deep breath while I nodded my head. "I can take another."

I hummed, choking on my breath when his middle finger slipped in all the way beside his pointer finger. I moaned, the slight sting from the stretch surprisingly pleasant.

"You like that, baby?" He rasped, scissoring me open roughly.

"Alex." I moaned, lifting my hips up.

"Yeah, you missed me like this." He concluded, adding the final finger with a deep thrust. "Can't resist me."

I let out a loud moan, feeling my eyes roll slightly when the smallest touch hit my bundle of nerves with the mix of his rough voice. I panted lightly, reaching my hands down to grip his shoulders and pull forward.

"I can take you, c'mon." I urged, grunting at the feel of his hardness against my thigh.

I closed my eyes, relaxing back into the blanket while I felt the old bed shake from his harsh movements as he hovered over me. I bit my lip, blinking my hazy eyes open when I heard the slick sound of him coating himself in more lube. Licking my lips, I stared up at his bangs hanging from his forehead and took in the dark state of his eyes when he got situated.

"Ready?" He asked, barely pressing in.

I nodded, moving my hands to the back of his shoulders just in time to squeeze the soft skin when he pushed in. I gasped, feeling him fill me up in one swift movement.

"Shit, Jack." He choked out, tensing up against me as he pressed his face in my neck. "Fucking relax."

"I am, I just haven't been stretched out in a few days." I breathed, tightening my legs around his hips. "You can go."

"You feel so fucking good right now." He hissed out, shuddering in pleasure. "Oh fuck."

I smirked, loosening my grip on his shoulders in order to brush my hands through his hair. Biting my lip, I clenched around him and felt my smirk grow at the choking sound he let out.

"Fuck, you're not usually this-" He grunted, leaning up on his elbow to look down at me. "I mean-"

"That's 'cause your dick is up me all the time." I huffed out in an offended manner.

"I know, I didn't mean it in a bad way." He retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Just move." I demanded, rolling my eyes back at him.

"Okay." He smirked, pulling out almost all the way.

I breathed in sharply, arching my back when he shoved back in roughly. He chuckled deeply, repeating the movement at a different angle and successfully hitting what he was aiming for.

"Oh shit!" I uttered, wrapping my arms around his neck tight enough to pull him down on me.

I gasped, unlocking my legs from his waist in attempt to spread out further while he built up a rhythm. He moaned softly, moving his left hand to grip under my right thigh and push my leg up beside my arm.

"Yes!" I keened, throwing my head back into the pillows hard. "Right there!"

I dropped my jaw, my whole body tingling with white-hot pleasure as I stared up at the dark ceiling through my dotting vision as the wobbly headboard continued hitting against the wall behind us loudly.

"Fuck, Jack." He growled, driving in faster.

His hand tightened around my thigh, the slight pain adding to all the pleasure filling me as I grew closer to the edge. I closed my eyes, sucking in a breath when his lips parted against mine. I muffled a moan, tugging his lip between my teeth while I racked my nails down his sweaty back. He growled into my mouth, breathing heavily with me as he moved to press sloppy kisses down my jaw.

"Ha-harder!" I wailed, feeling my toes curl when my left knee was yanked over his shoulder as he leaned up more. "Uhn! Alex Oh fuck, don't-mm! Oh, baby don't fucking stop!"

I whimpered, feeling my muscles clench when the burning in my gut intensified. He sucked a sensitive patch along my neck, tearing a sob from my throat from the sensory overload. I closed my eyes, clawing at his back as I shook against him.

"Yeah, take it." He growled, stretching my left leg to it's limit as he pushed harder. "You sound so fucking sexy screaming for me."

"Alex!" I choked out, locking my limbs around him while my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I cried out for him to keep going, barely registering myself beg him not to stop before warmth was bursting up my stomach. I panted heavily, shuddering hard as my orgasm washed over me while he continued pounding into me at his fast pace.

"Fuck." He hissed, stilling inside of me abruptly.

I moaned at the warm sensation filling me, calming down enough to feel his arms shaking beside me. I looked up through my hazy eyes, closing them again when he brushed our lips together. I hummed, smiling into each soft kiss as I came down.

"Mm." He breathed, leaning up to peck my forehead.

"Uh huh." I agreed, grimacing when my hands slipped down his wet back.

He pulled out, tearing a gasp from my dry throat from the pain. I whined, clenching against nothing while his mess slowly seeped out of me and into the blanket.

"You good?" He mumbled tiredly.

"Yeah." I nodded weakly, feeling my thighs still quivering.

I frowned, already feeling my sore muscles starting to ache. Running my hands through my damp hair, I rolled on to my side and grimaced at the way my shirt stuck to my back.

"Clean me off." I whined, feeling my arms fall limp in front of me on the edge of the matress.

I breathed in deeply, smiling when I felt cool material rub across my stomach. The same soft material ran over the back of my thighs before I felt Alex's weight moving from the bed. I sniffed, rubbing my sweaty face on my pillow when I felt my legs yanked from their curled position.

"Alex." I hissed lightly, noticing the strong ache in my tailbone.

"Sorry." He whispered, rubbing my calves. "Lift up."

I whined, awkwardly lifting my hips long enough for him to slip my boxers back up my legs. I plopped back into the mattress when the waistband snapped into my hips and tried to relax against the stiff bed.

"Shit." He mumbled, making me jump from the closeness of his voice. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"Sleep." I muttered, lazily swatting behind me when a light pressure pressed into the back of my thigh.

"My jeans were rubbin' on you." He sighed, carefully slipping his arm under my head. "I only got a few minutes before I gotta go."

"Hm." I shrugged, relaxing back into his chest when he got comfortable pressed against me.

I swallowed thickly, sighing at the smell of sex while I let myself fall closer to sleep. Breathing slowly, I ignored the aching filling me and grabbed Alex's hand from my hip. I tucked my fingers in between his, humming in content when I forced our hands to rest over my stomach.

"Jay."

I grumbled, squeezing his fingers weakly.

"I uh. I'm good with telling them tonight." He mumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Seriously, what's your problem?"

I rolled my eyes, subtly rubbing at my tailbone before I leaned back against the hard leather backing of my side of the booth. Crossing my arms over my chest, I let my gaze focus back on Lauren from across from me and shook my head.

"I don't have one." I muttered, ignoring the way she twirled her long hair around her fingers shyly due to Derek's presence beside her.

"You pouted through the whole movie and I was sure you wouldn't be tortured having to see it with me." She reasoned, pulling her water in front of her. "You told me you wanted to see The Secret Life of Pets after the trailer came out a while ago."

I frowned, slight guilt twisting in my gut at the fact that she noticed me being a downer in my own corner when she was supposed to be enjoying her movie date. Heaving a sigh, I rested my elbow on the table and attempted to relax my shoulders from their tense position.

"I didn't mean to be a mood-killer." I admitted, rolling my lips awkwardly when I caught Derek staring at me curiously from the corner of my eyes. "I really did want to see it because it looked cute and it was."

I really don't want her thinking I'm upset for having to go on another date with her. I'm not exactly happy about getting forced into supervising fourteen year olds, but it isn't the worst thing to happen. Most of my attitude is just because of my nerves building up. Knowing that Alex gave me permission to tell Mom and Dad tonight is making me as nervous as doing a presentation in front of the whole class does and it's very unsettling because I've been wanting to do this since I told him. It doesn't help that I know he only said we could tell them because he doesn't want to argue anymore and I really can't help but feel horrible for basically telling him to leave earlier. I was just so angry about him leaving me like that last night and it was all building up from our anniversary. It doesn't really help that this unexpected pregnancy is putting such a strain on us because we're both in two different mind-sets.

"It was pretty cute." She agreed after sipping at her water. "Thanks for uh, being a third wheel for me."

I rolled my eyes fondly, feeling a small smile graze my lips as I watched Derek's neon green covered elbow bump into her neon pink one.

"You guys are literally the brightest people in here." I mentioned, glancing around the bare diner.

"It's kind of weird that we both wore Nike hoodies." Derek commented, chuckling as he rolled his sleeves up.

"I didn't expect it to be so windy outside." Lauren noted, shuddering lightly. "I can't even begin thinking about what winter will be like this year."

"We still have to get through fall." I reminded, tugging my black sleeves over my hands while I leaned forward to sip my chocolate milk.

I heaved a sigh, tugging at the collar of my hoodie when the material rubbed against the side of my neck. I jumped, shooting my gaze to Derek when he coughed loudly. Coke spilled from his lips while he covered his mouth and I grabbed a handful of napkins from the little bucket beside me and tossed them at him.

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly, watching his face regain color as he calmed down.

"Went down the wrong pipe." He rasped, wiping his face.

I relaxed, nodding as I turned back to Lauren with my big eyes.

"Tell your boyfriend to learn how to swallow." I joked, covering my mouth at the way the words came out.

I stifled my laughs, watching her face scrunch up before it seemed to make sense to her.

"Jack!" She spluttered, covering her blushing cheeks awkwardly as she stole a glance at Derek's pink face.

"I didn't mean it like that." I giggled, still covering my mouth.

"Hey, at least we made him smile." Derek replied, sending me an amused smile.

"I really didn't mean it like that, you little perv." I told Lauren, taking another sip of my drink to cool my face down.

"You're the perv!" She accused, pointing at me. "Oh my God, look at his neck."

"Yeah, that's why I was choking." Derek revealed, making my face flush in embarrassment when I instinctively covered the achy patch along the right side of my neck.

"Is there a fucking mark?" I gaped, ignoring the slight sting as my palm pressed into it.

"There's a hella mark." She informed, nodding her head.

"Oh my God." I muttered to myself, carefully tugging the collar up higher.

"That's not covering it." Derek pointed out. "It's been out this hole time, I just noticed how big it was when you moved."

"This thing has been n display all night?" I whispered, looking around the quiet cafe as I held my hand back over my neck.

"I didn't notice." Lauren shrugged, looking over towards Derek.

"I noticed at the movies, but it looked like it was your shirt underneath." He told, raising his eyebrows obnoxiously. "Now it just looks like a fat hickey."

I scowled, tugging at the beanie over my hair before I maneuvered the black hoodie on top of my head to hide the mark from anybody else.

"I can't believe that asshole." I huffed, picking at the leftover french fries beside my half-eaten burger.

"I don't think anyone noticed." Lauren reassured, making me roll my eyes.

"Everyone probably noticed." I corrected, leaning on my hand. "I can't believe I didn't check before I left."

"It's fine." Derek brushed off.

I scowled, feeling the urge to tell him to fuck off. Huffing quietly, I forced myself to keep quiet and shoved a fry into my mouth before pulling my vibrating phone from my pocket. I looked down, sliding my finger across the screen when I saw a new text pop up.

From: Babe
pulls up bae

I furrowed my eyebrows, reading over the text a few more times before I messaged him back an okay. Shoving it back into my pocket, I grabbed my half-empty glass and nodded towards the door behind me.

"Alex is here." I said, grabbing the receipt from the edge of the table as I slipped out from my side of the booth.

"Already?" She whined, waiting for Derek to scoot out. "It's been so peaceful without him."

"Yeah, you're lucky you wanted to go before six or you would've had to deal with him for hours." I told Derek, waiting until they both stood behind me to turn for the door.

I shoved the receipt in my pocket beside my phone and pushed the single door open with a bit of a struggle from the heavy glass. I shivered, holding the door open for them as the wind blew against us.

"Oh my God, it feels like it's thirty degrees out." Lauren complained.

"It's still summer." I chuckled, walking towards where Alex's car was parked along the sidewalk.

I rubbed my full stomach, grimacing at the anxious churns flipping through me as I stepped up to the passenger side. I ignored the blasting music, pulling the door open and forcing the seat forward. Standing back, I made room for Lauren to smile at me and slip in first before Derek slowly climbed in. Once his legs were in comfortably, I gently set the eat back and sat own in my on seat.

"Jesus." I muttered, pulling the door shut and buckling myself in.

I reached forward, turning the volume down almost all the way before I twisted in my seat to face Alex. I raised my eyebrows when I found him already looking towards me, eyes covered by hot pink Ray-Bans.

"You remember we have to drop Derek off, right?" I reminded, glancing back at Lauren from behind Alex to make sure she actually buckled up.

"No..." He trailed off slowly, turning his head towards the back with a lazy smirk. "Sup, dude?"

"Well we do." I informed, pulling my phone from my pocket. "I have the address."

"Nothing much." Derek replied, clearing his throat awkwardly.

I smiled back at Lauren reassuringly, nudging Alex's arm with the back of my hand. He looked back at me, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of my gut at the way slumped into his seat. I shook the thoughts from my mind, rolling my eyes at myself as I relaxed back into my seat. Of course he's slumped, it's Alex.

"Okay, he lives on Rover Drive." I named, nodding to myself when he put the car back in gear.

"Gotcha." He said loudly, twisting the radio back up.

I rolled my lips together, feeling a little strange after getting into the car without giving him a kiss. I stared down at my hands folded in my lap, stealing a glance over to find his left hand on the wheel while his right held the gear stick loosely. I bit my cheek, trying to ignore the twisting in my stomach more as we made it on to the main road.

"This is my favorite song." Alex called once the song changed from Yellowcard.

I listened closely, feeling heat rush to my cheeks as the lyrics of Trey Songz started up. The slow music blared through the car, the bass so high it made my seat shake. I blushed, looking down over the center council when we got stopped in a little bit of traffic at a red light.

"He said he like it when I'm nasty." He sang, changing up the words as he leaned his head closer to me.

"Oh my God, change this." I whined, turning it down enough for him to hear me. "Where's your phone?"

"He said he like it when I'm nasty, got my hands 'round his neck. So I'ma give him what he ask for, ain't no tellin' wha's next." He sang obnoxiously, giving me smirk more crooked than usual. "Beat that ass in the backseat, whole 'lotta rough sex-"

"Alex!" I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks burn from embarrassment at hearing him sing specific lyrics to me in front of Lauren and Derek. "Turn this shit off."

You know your walls will remember me
You know your walls won't forget me
You know your walls will remember me
You know your walls won't forget me

"Oh my God." I muttered, shoving at his side in annoyance when he continued to serenade me with the dirty lyrics.

"Time for the morn' he gimme top. I be so deep in his neck, I be so deep he be wet. We take the sheets off the bed. Up in this ass like I thought it was a trap!" He hollered, laughing loudly when he glanced towards my unamused face.

He grinned for another few seconds, before it dropped from his face. I rolled my eyes, watching his left hand reach into his lap before he was dangling his blue phone in front of me. I snatched it from his hand, switching to the next song almost immediately.

"You're such an asshole." I noted, avoiding any glances in the backseat as I started into the side of his face.

"You didn't. Uh." He paused, inching up towards the light a little more. "Think that earlier."

I pressed my lips together, smacking his arm lightly while my cheeks flushed for the tenth time in five minutes. I scoffed, trying to play it off as untrue, but with the hickey covering my neck I'm sure I just scarred Lauren a second time in her life in the time span of a month.

"I'm sorry Lauren." I announced, shaking my head while I turned the radio up to blast some other song in his phone that didn't have to do with sex.

"Wait..." Alex trailed off, frowning when he turned his head towards me. "Why am I on fifteen in Jander?"

I made a face at the way his voice came out, glancing down at my phone still unlocked over my lap right beside where I sat his. I moved the hood off of my head, tucking my bangs more into my beanie before I turned back to him slowly.

"That's the road you need to take to get to Rover." I answered carefully. "Where Derek lives."

"Oh." He drawled, drumming his fingers along the steering wheel very uncoordinated.

I swallowed hard, the uneasiness feeling filling me once more at the odd behavior. The odd behavior I barely recognize to be wrong, but I know better now. Or maybe I don't. I bit my lip, hoping for my mind to be playing tricks on me as I watched him pop his lips boredly.

"Alex, look at me." I called over the radio.

He kept his gaze forward, making me roll my eyes as the nerves in my stomach grew. I turned the radio down a little more, reaching my hand out to grab his forearm lightly.

"Alex." I repeated, squeezing slightly. "Lauren wants her sunglasses back. The sun is in her eyes."

He shrugged, pulling his hand back off of the steering wheel to pull them from his ears. I bit my lip anxiously, taking them from his hand and holding them tightly in my left hand while I reached my right hand out. I gripped his jaw, turning his face towards me for my eyes to meet his. I gulped, feeling my stomach sink at the bloodshot mess staring back at me. I frowned, feeling my lip quiver as anger washed over me.

"You fucking asshole!" I hissed, not caring about the extra ears in the car as I threw the sunglasses back at him. "I can't fucking believe you."

"Relax-" He started only for me to shut him up with my glare.

"I could fucking punch you right now, Alex." I warned, holding my hand up to show him I'm not kidding around. "You come home to fight with me and-"

"I came home'a fuck. You want'd to fight." He interrupted, slurring slightly.

I clenched my jaw, feeling my hands shake from the mixed emotions running through me. Heat rose to my face in a mix of anger and sadness and I could feel my eyes tearing up the longer I kept my mouth pried shut.

"Jack?" Lauren asked timidly, making my stomach churn harder knowing she had to witness this.

"C'mon, quit freakin'em her out." Alex whispered, reaching out to grab my hand.

"Don't fucking touch me." I hissed out, tucking my hands under my armpits as my vision blurred.

"Don't fucking cry about it." He groaned, urging the tears to slip from the corners of my eyes. "Stop."

I sniffled, glancing down at my phone when it buzzed over my lap. I turned the radio up in attempt to keep everyone quiet, blinking hard to clear my sight as I looked down. I sighed heavily, wiping my nose when I saw Lauren's name flash at the top of my screen. I clicked on it, biting my quivering lip when I read over the text.

From: Lauren
Whats happening?

To: Lauren
Don't worry about it. Sorry you guys had to see everything.

I breathed in, wiping the corners of my eyes with my shaking fingers while I kept my gaze staright ahead. Dropping my head back against the headrest, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down before I get out of control. My crying has been outrageous from everything lately and I'm even more sensitive than I was before.

"Four months means nothing, huh?" I commented once my breathing returned to normal.

I scoffed when he remained silent, scooping my phone up when it buzzed in my lap a second time. I sighed, glancing back at Lauren through the rearview mirror to find her looking out the window. Frowning, I looked down and felt my heart jump in my throat at the message popping up over my lock screen.

From: Mom
Get home ASAP. Your father and I will be waiting.

From: Mom
I found something in your bedroom.

I furrowed my eyebrows, reading over the texts a second time before choking on my spit in realization.

"Thanks so much for watching her." Lynn grinned, pulling me into a tight hug.

I giggled, shrugging my shoulders as I pulled away from her. I brushed my hands over my thighs before scooping the diaper bag up and passing it to her. She slipped it over her shoulder and I chuckled, leaning down to grab the car seat containing a sleeping Rose.

"Oh, wait." She stopped, making me pause mid-grab. "Is your Mom around?"

"Uh, she's in the shower." I nodded, standing up straight. "Why? Are you okay?"

"Yeah yeah." She brushed off, rummaging through her dark grey messenger bag. "I just need you to take these."

I hummed, crossing my arms over my chest while he pulled out a plastic bag. Holding my hands out, I slowly took the light bag from her and scrunch my face up.

"They're the tests." She informed, making my eyes go wide. "I know, I'm sorry! I couldn't throw them out at my house though. My mom still goes through my trash ever since the weed incident."

"Why didn't you drop them off in a dumpster somewhere when you were out?" I whispered, rolling the bag until it formed a thin bundle. "I can't do anything with them!"

"I didn't think, I'm sorry!" She whisper-yelled back, picking the car seat up with a heave.

I bit my lip, shoving the bag in the band of my leggings while I tugging the hem of my crop top down awkwardly.

"I'll just shove them in a drawer for now." I told calmly. "It'll be fine, but I gotta do it before she gets out of the shower and before Lauren gets up."

"Okay, I'm going." She rushed, blowing me a kiss.

Notes

Finally an update you guys!! I'm sorry about the shitty sex and rest of the chapter. Boo me lol. I promise they won't be fighting in every chapter!! This was a little filler, still about Alex's mixed feelings and a tiny bit of his past is brought up briefly.

I hope the chapter was still enjoyable despite the drama! I really promise there will be happy cutesy chapters soon, I just need to get all of the shitstorms out first! >:D

Thanks for reading and commenting, love you all!!
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