Unexpected

EIGHT

Chapter Eight

Revelations

"Give me my bag, Scott." I begin. "Give me my bag and I will tell you everything." Scott's eyes search mine, wondering if I'm telling the truth of not. I am. I know that I need to tell him, I actually should have told him the moment I found out. It's his right to know.

This baby, is as much his as it is mine, the only difference being that it is inside of me. At first I thought I would be protecting him if I didn't tell him that it was his but, the more I think about it, how cruel would it be to keep a father away from his child? Or a child away from his father. I don't expect Scott to be a dad to this child but, he at least deserves the option. He deserves a choice in the matter, I can't take that choice from him.

"Okay." Scott hands the purse to me and I take it, tightly in my arms, silently praying that the pictures are not bent or torn from our wrestling. "Let's go to that diner." I look over to him with sad eyes. "The one right outside of town limits?" He asks. I nod quickly. "Yes, I could really go for some peanut butter and banana pancakes." I feel my mouth watering with desire. "Oh! And maybe a side order of pickles or something." Yeah, pickles sound amazing. Scott chuckles as he puts the car in drive. "You are such a weirdo. You don't even like pancakes!"

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We walk into the empty diner. The smell of food causes a loud growl to erupt from my stomach. Dang, baby, you must be hungry. I smile to myself. "Lets sit?" I say nervously. We make our way to a booth next to the window, an easy escape from our situation. A waitress comes over with menus, she looks to be 50 or 60 with brunette hair covered with grey. She smiles kindly. "What can I get you kids to drink?"

Scott glances to me, giving me way to order first. I think, for a moment. "I will take an Oreo shake and... a cup of ice. Yeah, ice sounds really good." The lady smiles as me and writes it down, laughing slightly to herself. Scott looks to me skeptically. He will understand soon enough. "And you, son?" She looks to Scott. "An ice water, please." She nods and writes down on her pad. "Coming right up!" She walks away to the back of the diner.

A silence falls over us, it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward but, it wasn't quite peaceful either. It was just quiet. I break it. "She seemed nice." I raise my eyes to Scott's. He is not amused with me right now. He actually looks quite irritated and impatient. "Victoria..." He trails off.

"I know, Scott, I know." I sigh and look out the window. How do you tell someone something like this? How do you deliver news that will shake up someones world? Not easily, I know that much. A straight line forms on my lips as I know how to tell him. "Do you remember the day I came to your house?" I begin, looking up into his eyes. "Soaking wet from the rain because Stiles had ditched me at school?" Scott nods, a small smile forming on his lips as he remembers.

"How could I forget?" He speaks with blissfulness. "You looked so beautiful, I knew in that moment that I liked you, Victoria. The moment you showed up on my doorstep, soaking wet and asking for a towel." Scott smiled at me, sincerely. I felt tears filling my eyes as he smiled. Seriously, I have to cry right now? Scott's face turned worried quickly. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no, you didn't say anything wrong...I'm just overly emotional." I sigh and wipe away my tears. I let in a shaky breath as I look Scott dead in the eyes. "We... uh, we fucked up Scott." I shake my head and look at the table with teary eyes. "What do you-." He was cut off by the waitress setting down our drinks. "Do you guys need a minute?" She asked, sensing the tension in the booth.

I wipe away my tears and force a smile. "No, we are ready. I will have..." I try and think of what I'm craving right now. "Chocolate chip pancakes with peanut butter and bananas and... a side of pickles!" I smile big as I think about the pickles, my previous sadness forgotten momentarily.