Harley believes she couldn't have romance. The things that contribute to her insecurities are exactly what drew them together. Will she be set free? Or will her past catch up to her?
18+ mature (sex, language, violence, rape)
Shannon walks away and Bentley looks down at Harley in concern.
Bentley: Are you okay?
Harley: Yea....I'm fine. Let's go look at cribs.
Holding hands, they walk over to the furniture section, when a crib catches her eye.
Harley: Oh....this one is so beautiful....
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Looking at the price tag, her eyes grow wide.
Bentley: That one is beautiful. I think Peyton would love it too.
Harley: I can't afford it.....especially with me being off work....
Bentley: How much is it?
Harley: $500
Bentley: Whatever you want babe.
Harley: What?! Oh no....I couldn't let you do that.
Bentley walks up and wraps his arms around her.
Bentley: If you want it for her, we will get it. Especially because Tristan won't be helpful.
Looking back down at the crib, Harley sighs.
Harley: Yea........but I LOVE this crib.....I want Peyton to love her own.
Bentley: Alright, let's keep looking.....How about this one?
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Harley: Oh this one is soooo pretty. She would love it.
Bentley: It's settled then. Let's get it. We can shop more later.
Walking to the front of the store, Bentley pays for the crib and schedules delivery. They get in the car and head back to the apartment.
*Peyton*
Ash brought back a sandwich and some soup. Peyton is eating as they both talk about anything and everything.
Peyton: I guess I should probably call Tristan and tell him.....
Acheron (Ash): Do you want me to leave?
Peyton: No.....I'd love it if you'd stay.
*Tristan*
Peyton threw me out and said she doesn't want to see me again.Well fuck her then. I have some random slut with her legs wrapped around me. The whore let me cum all over her face. I roll my eyes.
Tristan: Fucking desperate.
He grabs the whiskey bottle off the nightstand and downs the rest of the bottle. He's feeling pretty drunk and relaxed when his phone rings.
Ring Ring Ring
Tristan: Yo
Peyton: It's Peyton. I need to tell you something.
Tristan: Came crawling back to me already...
Peyton: Uh no. Definitely not.
Tristan: Fuck you, bitch!
Peyton: Tristan, I'm pregnant and it's your baby.
Tristan: You expect me to believe that?
Peyton: I'll send you a picture of the hospital paperwork.
Tristan: Well I don't want the bastard child. Get rid of it.
PeytonL I'm not doing that! I am keeping the baby Tristan.
Tristan: The hell you are! I don't want it!
Peyton: You can sign your rights over. Then it won't be yours. The baby will be mine and you will have no obligations. We conceived that drunken night.
Tristan: Whatever. I don't care. I'll sign whatever. Don't call me again.
Tristan hangs up and throws his phone against the wall.
