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Darling, darling, doesn’t have a problem.
Lying to herself cause her liquor’s top shelf.
It’s alarming honestly how charming she can be.
Fooling everyone, telling them she’s having fun.
The music played through the radio in Katy’s car as we drove back to the pack house. I sat in silence and gazed out the window, watching the passing trees.
She says, “you don’t want to be like me
Don’t want to see all the things I’ve seen.”
I’m dying, I’m dying
She says, “You don’t want to get this way
famous and dumb at an early age.”
I’m lying, I’m lying
The music filled my ears, calming me.
I rested my hand on my stomach, and my breath hitched.
“Anna, I told you everything will be okay.” Katy rests her hand on my shoulder.
“Well, it’s not.”
“How is this not okay? You should be happy.” Katy says in a cheery voice.
“Seventy percent chance Katy,” I muttered and turned to face the side of her head.
She pulled into the driveway of the pack house and stopped the car. She didn’t make any move to get out, and either did I.
“What am I supposed to do when I… when I loose it.” I choked out and my voice cracked. “How am I supposed to tell Tyler?!”
Katy was silent.
“I don’t want to go through this!” I yell and swing the car door open. I slam it shut and make my way up to the front door.
“Look, Anna, I know this sucks!” Katy screams from behind me. “But life isn’t fair okay… everyone has problems, and everyone has to deal with shit okay.”
I turned around to face Katy.
“But you have family and friends to help you get through it.” She speaks softly.
I don’t waste another second before attacking her with hugs. “Thank you, you always know just what to say.”
“Come on, Tyler will be back in an hour.” Katy chuckles. “We have some news for him.”
I nodded. I was worried, nervous, scared, the list went on and on. How am I going to tell Tyler? How will he take it?
“Come on let’s make dinner and invite Jackson over too,” Katy suggests and I push all my worries to the back of my mind. I smile and nod. We make our way into the pack house and to the kitchen.
Time to busy myself so I don’t think about how I’m pregnant.
I poured the spaghetti from the pot into the glass bowl, before setting it on the table. Jackson was setting forks and knives next to plates and Katy was tossing the salad. I placed the bowl in the middle of the table then grabbed the dirty pot. I shoved it under the faucet, cleaning out the leftover sauce.
Suddenly a car door shut from outside, Tyler’s home. My chest became tight, I couldn’t help but start to panic.
Katy came up to me a rubbed my back soothingly. “Hey, it’s going to be fine.” She cooed. But what if it wasn’t.
He’s probably almost at the front door by now, maybe I could spill spaghetti on myself and run to change. It would buy me some time.
Then the front door opened in the other room and I reached for the spaghetti bowl, but Jackson lightly smacked my hand away. I glared at him but he just shook his head. Stupid Jackson.
I guess I had to face the truth, even though covering myself in tomato sauce sounded better.
Suddenly warm arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against a hard chest. Pleasure overcame me and I was immediately filled with joy. My mate.
My nerves skyrocketed and I froze.
I felt like I was going to throw up, again.
I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t tell him.