Chapter four.

I had so much fun in Montana that when the week ended, I didn't want to go back to las Vegas. I had to though, because my entire life was there.

When I went back to las Vegas, I went to see the doctor because I had made an appointment earlier and the news he gave me almost gave me a heart attack.

"What?!" I screamed out in shock.

"You're three weeks pregnant ma'am." Doctor Peter repeated.

"No that can't be possible, there must be some kind of mistake." I started to pace around like I usually did whenever I was nervous.

"I'm afraid not. You can ask about me anywhere I assure you, you'll find only positive reviews. But if you're still having doubts, you can have the test at any other hospital, you'll get the same result." He confidently said.

I sank into the chair behind me feeling terrible. I promised daddy that I would make him proud and now I was pregnant. For a split second, I thought about abortion but if dad found out later, it would only make him feel worse. I didn't even know how I was going to break the news to Sloan, I felt torn and conflicted.

I went home still feeling terrible, getting pregnant isn't a bad thing but when you get pregnant when your life is just starting, then it's a terrible thing. I thought about how I was going to tell Sloan, I even searched it online. 'how to casually tell your boyfriend you're pregnant.' none of it seemed right, I decided I was going to tell him over dinner.

I tried calling him a few times but he didn't answer, probably because he was at work. So I sent him text that I wanted to have dinner with him.

We didn't have much at home so I decided to go food shopping. I bought somethings I needed and things I needed to make dinner for Sloan and myself.

I got back home feeling exhausted but I hurried to the kitchen because it was pretty late. I was setting the table when Sloan texted me back, I angrily dropped the spoon I was holding when I read it, 'sorry I can't make it.'. It was really annoying, to think that I put myself through all this stress for nothing.

I left the kitchen and went straight to bed feeling angry and tired. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of ringing, the looked down at my phone and saw that Sloan was the one calling. I put the phone under my pillow and went back to sleep, luckily for me it was a Sunday and I didn't have to go to work. He called again and I said I wouldn't answer but when the phone kept ringing, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Hello?"

"Why didn't you answer?"

"I'm so sorry I was in the bathroom." I wanted to tell him I was busy or just ignore the question and asked why he didn't answer my calls yesterday but I didn't want us to fight.

"I wanted to apologise for not being able to have dinner with you last night. I was really busy, I even had to work night shift."

"It's okay, I understand."

"Thanks babe. If you're free, we can try again tonight, but instead of your place why don't we go out for dinner?"

"Sure, I'd love that."

"Okay. I'll pick you up by seven, is that okay?"

"It's perfect. Can't wait."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye. Love you."

"Love you too."

I went to Naomi for outfit options because she knew more about fashion than Olivia and I. She browsed through her closet before deciding on a simple mini dress. It was a black sleeveless dress with a round neck. I decided to wear it with my red jacket and heels so it could go well with my necklace.

By six thirty, I was already dressed, Naomi even applied make up for me but not too much that it was really obvious. Sloan said he didn't really like ladies with long hair so I wrapped it up nicely so it doesn't bother him.

He arrived some minutes after seven and we left for the restaurant. On the way there, I kept practicing how I was going to give him the news. I decided I was going to tell him while we were eating dinner. "You look stunning." His compliment brought me back to reality.

"Oh thanks."

"I noticed you wrapped up your hair. It's better this way."

"Thanks, I knew you'd like it."

"I don't know why girls believe they'd look better with long hair. Most of them just look like witches from medievil times."

"I have long hair, is that what I look like?" I smiled knowing he couldn't say yes but my smile vanished when he smiled and said yes. "What?"

"I'm not saying you're ugly, I'm just saying-"

"That I look like a witch?."

"No, I just think you'd be better with short hair that's all."

"Well I think you could have found a better way to put it."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Fine, I forgive you."

We didn't talk much the rest of the way, partly because I was still thinking that my boyfriend thought I looked like witch. When we got to the restaurant, we ordered and while we were eating, I felt the time was right so I just said it. "I'm pregnant."

He coughed a couple times and had to drink a whole glass of water before he was able to talk. "What?"

"I said I'm pregnant." I repeated a little louder this time.

"Wow, um...I don't know what to say."

"Are you mad?"

"Of course not. Why would I be?, It's not like you got yourself pregnant. I'm just... surprised."

"I was too when I found out, I didn't know what to do. I was scared you wouldn't take it nicely but I'm glad you're okay with it."

"Of course I'm okay with it, it's our baby and we'll take care of it together." He held my hand and it made me feel warm. "I'll always be there for you when you need me." He smiled tenderly and it made me really happy. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him but I was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. "One minute." He got up and didn't come back for five minutes and when he returned, he apologized and said he had to leave.

"Just like that?"

"I'm sorry, something very important came up at work and I have to be there. I'll see you later, okay?."

"Okay, bye." I called out because he was already leaving. I sat there for a minute before deciding to go back home. He texted me later that night that he meant every word he said and that he was going to take care of me and the baby for as long as he's alive.

I re-read the message over and over again, smiling to myself every time I did. Who knew that words could make someone feel this good, I felt safe and happy that I had a boyfriend like Sloan. I put the phone beside and closed my eyes smiling, thinking about him and I was finally able to sleep peacefully.