The Boy I Married [hold]

07⎜A Million Elephants

Scooter walked over to the couch and sat down, pure disappointment dispersed on every inch of his face. I'd never seen him this way before. It was this look that I proved I had screwed up beyond repair. His expression made me shiver. The guts in my stomach seeming to be jumping all over the place at this moment. I never sensed the feeling of rejection from him until now. Maybe that was why it made me completely uneasy.

"Marriage is something that you vowed to partake in. Need I remind you? Every single one of those dancers doesn't have an inkling of what it's like to commit themselves to one women for the rest of their life. You're an idiot for letting them talk you into something that could potentially cause her to walk out of your life. This isn't some joke that could be played around with," he paused. "She lost her baby and now finally has the strength to want to try again and here you are, taking that choice away from here to prove a point?" Scooter looked at me and scoffed. I trailed him with my eyes as he walked over to the RV door. "So yes, I'm very disappointed in you and I don't think I've ever been more. You need a reality check and a whole new set of friends because I can assure you, a betrayal like this will ruin a marriage," he paused. "Let me know if you still need those vacation recommendations after you tell the women you supposedly love what you did." That was it. Scooter opened the door and slammed it shut on his way out.

Agony trapped me in the measly inches on the RV's living room. His words hanging on my chest like the weight of a million elephants. I really did screw up.

The day drug on as if it had been a decade. Nothing else was holding my attention but Scooter's disappointment and the thought of how Brooke was going to react when I mustarded up enough courage to tell her what I had done. Once rehearsal's were done, I opted back to the RV to be alone. Sulking was the only think that sounded pleasant enough to captivate my attention.

"Hey, dude? What was last night all about? I thought you said you were going to take the drinking lightly from now on?" Marcus said, running up to keep up with my intent of heading back to the RV alone."

Nothing seemed valid enough to use as an excuse for what I had done so I didn't even see the reason for explaining it to him.

"He told you, didn't he?" He huffed, stopping in his place. His eagerness to keep up with me vanishing just as quick as it appeared.

"Told me what?"

Marcus took a few steps closer to bridge the gap between us. He looked just as guilty as my reflection.

"Scooter. He told you that I told him you got a vasectomy. I'm sorry man. I had to do it. I've known you longer than anyone on this dance team and I know that that's not you nor the person you want to become. He was the only one that I knew for sure would get you to see it the way I saw it. The way it is."

Honestly, I couldn't even be mad at him despite how mad I truly was right now. He did what he had to do to screw my head back on the proper way. He wasn't at fault. It was me.

"Don't even apologize dude. What I did was shitty. Hell, I was on my way to tell on myself when I got choked up and couldn't even be man enough to admit what I had done, so thank you. Now I just have to get Brooke to understand. If she doesn't kill me or divorce me that is."

I wanted to believe I was being melodramatic, but lord knows how big of a mistake I made.

"Hey. Brooke isn't like that and you know it," Marcus stopped. He looked over to me for reassurance. "Don't worry."

He immediately noticed my uncertainty.

"We've been trying to get pregnant for a year now. Nothing. The doctors think it has something to do with the scar tissue that was left from the fall when the last baby died." My heart dropped saying those words out loud. What kind of monster was I? "She hasn't been able to conceive, Marcus. You don't know how much the possibility of her having another baby means to her."

Marcus looked shocked. He wanted to say something combating my ignorance, but he held it in. Perhaps my faults were punishment enough.

"Dude," he said with the shaking of his head. "Look, I was doing a little research about the procedure you had done and turns out it's reversible. You could go to the same guy and ask him to reverse it for you and the other guys never have to know. The only thing is, with the reversal, fertility isn't a guarantee. Most men are able to get their wives pregnant afterwards, but that's without the fertility problems. Other studies said that in vitro was the only way."

Damn. Turns out he really was doing what was right by me. There wasn't a proper way I knew how to thank him so I nodded.

We both walked back to the RV and stayed in there as the rest of the remaining day slipped into night. The show tonight wasn't a big one. Just a small personal one from someone that had connections to Scooter in which he owed a favor to. The arena was closed just for them. The was an hour of rest left before it was time for Marcus and I to go prepare for the show with everybody. It was still something I needed to do though.

The entire day had passed and the courage to call Brooke never showed up. The only way the courage was going to come up was if I forced it.

"Hey, Marc. You think you could head in early? I think it's time I made a phone call." Marcus nodded his head and grabbed his things.

"Good luck," he ended, sounding genuinely concerned with how things were going tp play out. It felt good to have someone rooting for me.

"Thanks bro."