Unexpected

EIGHT

Scott looks at me with such confusion as he hears my strange order. "You hate pickles and pancakes. I thought you were joking in the car." He speaks up. He isn't wrong, I used to hate pickles and pancakes, I thought they were a sad excuse of a waffle but, lately I've been craving them so bad. I shrug at him.

The waitress writes it all down and smiles at Scott. "Would you like anything, son?" She asks Scott but, he doesn't respond with words, just a short shake of the head and she walked off. 

I reluctantly meet his eyes. "What was that about?" He asks, completely confused. "We literally had a three hour argument about how you think pancakes are satan last year." He laughed slightly but I could see worry hidden within his brown eyes. I bit my lip in fear as I continue what I was saying earlier. "Uhm, well, weird cravings are kind of a part of the deal." I laugh nervously. 

Scott furrowed his brows in confusion but, before he could ask, I continued on. "We're in trouble... like real life shit, Scott. I don't even know how to say this... I didn't think I'd have to say this for another eight years..." I feel Scott grab my hands as I nervously began picking at my nails. I met his eyes, noticing his smile. "Victoria, whatever it is, we'll figure it out. It probably isn't even as bad as you--"

"I'm pregnant." I blurt, immediately biting my lip, afraid of his reaction. It's like time stood still for him, his entire body froze and his hands went limp in mine. In a moment he had his hands in his hair, pulling at the roots and a groan left him, and not the good kind either. "Y-you're sure?"

I bit my lip before pulling out the pictures from my appointment, setting them on the table for him to look at. His hands fell from his hair, hitting the table with a soft thud. Scott didn't say anything, he just.... stared at the photos for awhile, not making a sound. 

Scott picked up the pictures with shaking fingers, holding it closer to his face as he looked at my baby. "I know the picture doesn't look like much..." I whisper, afraid if I spoke too loud he'd break into a million pieces. "He looks kinda like a funny little alien." Scott's eyes meet mine. "It's a boy?" His voice sounded completely scared and lost.

I shrug. "I don't know, it's too early to tell, but I have a feeling that it is." Scott's eyes fall back onto the picture. I could see his eyes gloss over and... glow slightly... but it had to of been a trick of the light. I shook it off, instead focusing on my hands in my lap.

The silence was ever growing, and killing me. I grabbed for my Oreo shake and began to eat some of it with a spoon, waiting for him to say something, anything. I let out a quiet moan at the taste of the ice cream-cookie shake, the coolness slid down my throat, numbing it in the most fantastic of ways.

After a few more moments of him staring at the pictures he met my eyes. "It's mine?" He asked, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"Is that a real question?" I scoffed, completely shocked and offended that he'd have to ask. "You're the only guy I've had sex with. So, yes the baby is yours." Scott grabbed at his hair roughly, dropping the pictures and looking terrified.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Scott looked at me after a moment, I wish I knew what was going on in that head of his. I sighed and looked at the table, I was past the freak out stage, but I understand where he is coming from. "I'm keeping my baby." I stated firmly. "You don't have to though, Scott." I reach across the table and grab his hand, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Just because I'm deciding to take care of this child doesn't mean you have to if you don't want to, or if you're not ready. To be honest I wasn't even going to tell you about the kid, I was going to pretend that it had a different dad but, I wanted you to have the choice and I wanted you to know that I am okay either way." I reassure him. "If you want we can walk away from here and pretend you have no idea about any of this. It's up to you."