When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 47

"Then why did she get a fucking phone call from a random guy saying she left her jacket at his place?!" 

The room stands quiet as the boys look at me in shock. 

Landon speaks, breaking the small silence. "You're joking already right?" 

"I fucking wish I was." 

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Dee's P.O.V

"He said what?!" I shot up from my seat. 

We were currently driving back home, finishing our day of looking around for wedding and bridesmaid dresses. 

"I don't know, Kaz said you cheated on him. That's what Landon told me over the call!" Layla panics as she holds her phone up. 

I massage my forehead with my fingers. "You guys have been with me the whole time they were gone. I'm pregnant with his child for God's sake!"

"But, he doesn't know that Dee! You were supposed to tell him the minute you found out he got home early!" Janyce shakes her head at me from the passenger seat. "Where the hell did he get the idea of you cheating on him from anyways?"

"I have no idea." I pause. "All I know is that he's been giving me the cold shoulder ever since yesterday!" I look down at my hands, intertwining them in nervousness. "I can't believe he doesn't trust me."

"Just talk to him when you get home, Okay?" Anthea gives my hand a small squeeze.

 My stomach flips as we pull up to his house, his car still parked in the driveway like when I left.

I get out of the car, giving the girls one last look.

"Tonight's the night you tell him about the baby, okay? No more secrets between you guys," Layla demands me in the nicest way possible. 

I nodded, giving her a small hug from the window. "I love you girls so much." 

The walk to the front day felt like enertity. There was no way I could turn back now. It's either I walk into the house now or just run away to Canada without a trace of who I am. 

I unlock the front door and close it as quietly as I could. The house was silent, no movement took place and when I walked further into the foyer, the floorboard didn't crack like it used too. 

This reminded me alot of me coming back home from accidently arriving late and trying to avoid facing my father because I knew I'd be in a ton of trouble.

My feet practically drag me into the living room, where I notice the light flickering of the Tv. The inside of my neck started to hurt as I pushed down a huge lump of emotions. The figure of a man sitting against the couch settles my vision and I take a deep breath.

It's now or never.

"Kaz?" My tone was soft and extremely weak. I couldn't help feel the same lump form in my throat again. 

His head was held up by his hands as he looked over his shoulder too me. "I don't want to talk about," He sternly blurted as he looks back down.