September 26, 2012
I wrapped my arms around my waist, watching Justin intently. His head was lowered, his eyes were on the floor, and his hands were in his lap. He hasn't said anything since he received the news. I sighed and walked towards him. I sat down next to him, rubbing his back.
He got up from the couch and headed for the door.
Me: Justin, if you think this is your fault, it's not.
Justin: I should have prayed harder.
Me: Justin, she had cancer. Not every cancer patient survives. She shouldn't have died, bit she did.
He turned around to face me.
Justin: You can't say anything about her.
Me: Justin, I was there when you weren't.
Justin: That doesn't mean anything.
I stood up, walking towards him.
Me: To her, it meant everything. I hated seeing the sad look on her face when I had to tell her you weren't coming. I took your place. I was there to talk to her when you couldn't.
Justin: You can't say that when you don't even know her.
Me: I knew her way better than you did.
Justin: You think you know everything, huh? You think you're a know-it-all bitch, don't you?
I slapped him in the case. His head turned to the side, his hand on his cheek.
Me: You never called me that before. Why call me that now?
Justin: Cause that's what you are. A fucking selfish bitch that doesn't care about anyone but herself.
I slapped him again. I looked into his eyes and noticed the tears in his eyes were gone.
Justin: Stop slapping me!
Me: I'll stop slapping you when you quit being a dick!
Justin: Try me, bitch.
Slap. I looked into his eyes, noticing his eyes were very dark.
Justin: FUCKING BITCH!
I talk to the floor with my hand on my cheek. I felt my bottom lip, feeling blood.
Me: You...you h-hit me.
I looked up at him, his face softening.
Me: Save it.
I got up from the floor with tears in my eyes.
Me: How dare you hit your pregnant girlfriend.
I ran past him and up the stairs, the tears cascading down my cheeks.
Wait...what did she just say? Did she say she was pregnant? I trudged up the stairs and towards our room. When I opened the door, I saw her packing her stuff.
Me: Are you pregnant?
Dawn: Why do you care?
Me: Because you're my girlfriend.
She threw down a tee and spun around to face me.
Dawn: First, you call me a bitch multiple times, then you hit me. Now you care all of a sudden.
Me: I didn't mean it. I was frustrated.
She scoffed and turned back around. I walked towards her and sat her down on the bed.
Dawn: Let me go.
Me: Are you pregnant?
Dawn: I don't want-
Me: Answer me! Are...you...pregnant?
Tears came to her eyes as she slowly nodded her head.
Dawn: Yes. I am. Happy now?
She pushed me away, getting up from the bed.
Me: For...for how long?
She didn't answer. She stood in front of the mirror with her hand on her stomach.
Dawn: Three months.
My eyes grew wide as I stood up.
Me: Three months?! You've been pregnant for three months and you didn't tell me?!
Dawn: I couldn't!
She spun around to face me, tears falling from her eyes.
Dawn: You were so stressed out that I couldn't make it worse. I couldn't talk to you about it.
Me: So that's why you didn't talk to me?
Dawn: That and the fact that I thought you wouldn't love me anymore.
She lowered her head, her eyes on the carpet. I signed, wrapping my arms around her.
Me: I could never stop loving you and you know that.
Me: Think of this as a good thing.
She pulled away, looking up at me.
Dawn: What do you mean?
I cupped her cheeks in my hands.
Me: Not only are we engaged, but we also have a kid on the way. There's no way anyone can separate us now.
A tear slipped from her eye, causing me to wipe it away.
Me: Don't cry. You're too beautiful for that.
She clicked. I leaned down and kissed her, letting my lips loiter upon hers. I pulled away, spinning her around. I wrapped my arms around her waist while resting my chin on her shoulder.
Me: Do you know the gender yet?
She smiled, caressing my hand.
Dawn: It's a girl.
Me: She's gonna be beautiful...just like her mother.
She smiled, resting her head on my chest.
Me: I love you.
Dawn: I love you, too, Justin.
I kissed her cheek as I examined our reflection. I'm gonna be a dad.