Adopted by Lin Manuel Miranda

Confrontation (Finally)

I swipe away at my tears and manage to rush the bathroom without Anthony seeing me or my blotchy face. I touch up my make up which is now ruined, cover up the redness, and hide my puffy eyes. I exit the bathroom, keeping my head high and my emotions sharp.

This had to end.

Everything had to end.

We were both lying to one another, some of us more than others.

Here is my plan:

First, tell Anthony about the anxiety attack.

Second, tell Anthony about the kiss.

Third, confront Anthony about every thing.

Forth, end everything.

Fifth, pack the essentials and don't look back.

Sixth, figure out what to do next with life. But that is six steps from now.

I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the bar. Yeah, but I wasn't sitting down at an actual bar with some other women while my impregnated fiance was at home believing that I was actually handing with friends or shopping for supplies for the baby.

"Hey, Cori", Anthony smiled with that  gorgeous, melting smile he has. No, Corisinade Piper, focus.

"Hi, Anthony", I say a little weakly. I am supposed to be sounding strong right now. I forced a smile and I prayed that he bought it. "Anthony, we need to talk."

Anthony looked concerned, but not scared that I know about his little escapades around the city. "Okay, shoot."

I took a deep breath and screwed my eyes shut. Once I opened them again (which I had them shut for a solid 30 seconds) I saw Anthony's beautiful face and eyes staring at me. I looked down and began to ramble out, "Anthony, the other day, the day we announced our pregnancy, I had a panic attack about the baby and being a mother and not being good enough and stuff like that."

Step one done.

Anthony looked at me with concern and inquiry. "Thank you for telling me. Are you okay? What happened? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Oh, I'm just happy you're okay." He pulled me into a hug and I limply hugged him back. Once he let go he grabbed my face and looked in my eyes. "Cori, do you still feel that way?"

I felt tears form into my eyes and forced a smile and said in a soft, small voice "I'm not sure yet."

"Okay, darling. Is that all you need to talk about right now? Or do you want to move to the couch?" Anthony asked while rubbing his hands down my face, neck, arms, and finally to my. fingers. I couldn't help but feel those sparks and tingles in my body where he touched me.

But something about it felt wrong. It was a weird tingle, not the usual, warm tingle. It felt cool and uncomfortable.

"Let's move to the couch, okay?"

Anthony flashed me a smile and the "okay" hand signal and led me to the couch.

We sit down on the couch, each of us facing the other. Anthony is still holding my one of my hands and I use the available hand to pinch told bridge of my nose.

Second, tell Anthony about the kiss.

I take a deep breath and look into Anthony's deep brown eyes. Oh gosh. "I kissed Daveed."

Anthony's face remained blank, but his eyes grew dark and menacing looking, just like the picture of him when he was fighting with those two men in the bar.

After what seems like a life time of silence Anthony finally opened his mouth to speak. "You what? How did that happen? When did it happen? Tell me the truth."

"So Daveed told me he was leaving. Leaving New York City, leaving Hamilton, leaving his life, leaving me." My voice cracked on the last word. That certainly wasn't going to help my case. "He told me he was leaving and he asked for my feelings about him. I told him I had no feelings for him whatsoever. He got mad and stormed out, but I stopped him at the door and kissed him for five seconds, then he kissed back for a good two seconds, then he said bye and left."

"And what you said about your feelings about him, is it true? Do you really not like him at all?" Anthony prodded.

"Anthony. What do you expect me to say, 'yes, I don't like the person who helped me get through my boyfriend's infidelity with my best friend?' Daveed became one of my closet friends, and then we only got closer through that mishap.

"Sure he was older, a ton older, and sure we were only together for a few weeks, and our circumstances in which we got together were iffy, but I loved him. And maybe I still do. And maybe, I love him more than I love you, especially after what you've done to me."

Oops.

The last sentence just slipped out of my mouth. In no way did I plan that. So, maybe it is real? Do I really love Daveed? Do I really love Daveed more than Anthony?

The answers seem to slip into my brain.

It took you this long to realize? I'm your conscious and even I think you're an idiot for taking this long.

Do you even love Anthony though?

Anthony looked bewildered, raged, and saddened at the same time. But just as he was going to open his mouth to say whatever he was thinking, I grabbed my stomach as a sharp pain shot across it. I let out a scream and hunched over.

Whatever was happening before seemed to slip away as Anthony put his arm around my shoulders and his other hand on my stomach. He was smiling. How could he be smiling when I was in so much pain?

"Is the baby coming?" he asked.

I squeezed my eyes shut in pain and choked back another scream. I say in the softest voice ever, "Anthony, my water didn't break. Something is wrong."

And just like that the smile faded into a grimace and a look of concern, though I am not sure if it was for me or for the baby, but I do have a guess.

Hint: it isn't me.

Can someone please tell me where on my list on what to do it said to have complications with my preborn child?

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