This One's For You

Saturday came faster than I would have wanted to and I spent the day frantically looking for an outfit. I went to several stores at the mall before settling on a white dress with a deep v and hoped that this would qualify as nice for this event. I returned home at around five, leaving me about two hours to get ready before Mr. Banks would arrive.

I rush into my bedroom and the sight in there causes me to drop my bags in shock. There was Austin standing there, holding my baby book and looking at me with fire in his eyes. What the hell was he even doing here? And going through my things?

"Jordan." He says wearily.

"What are you doing here?" I ask lowly, slightly pissed off that he decided to invade my privacy like this.

"What the hell is this?" He asks, raising the baby book.

I stalk over towards him and rip the book out of his hand. "None of your business." I place the book back on my desk under my textbooks and then grab my bags before heading to the bathroom to get ready. Austin is right on my heels behind me.

"I think it is my business!" He exclaims. "So you're pregnant?"

No response comes from me as I start to do my makeup, which is making him mad. He slams his fist on the counter and I jump. I've never seen Austin this mad throughout all of the years we've been friends. "Stop ignoring me, Jordan! Answer the fucking question!" He shouts.

I turn my head to face him. "Yes, I'm pregnant." I admit before continuing to do my makeup.

"Were you ever planning on telling me? Or were you going to hide our child from me?" He asks, still furious. "Fuck I can't believe you right now, Jordan."

I drop my eyeshadow brush and look at him in shock once again. "Really Austin?! What the hell do you expect? How do you think I feel? Of course I wanted to tell you, but how can I when you're with another woman? Me being pregnant could ruin your relationship and all I want for you is to be happy! So don't make it seem like I'm out to be some bitch for keeping this from you."

Once I'm done with my rant, I continue to do my makeup and Austin stands there in silence for a few minutes. "I still had the right to know and you should have told me when you found out." I don't respond and finish with my makeup and then fix up my hair a bit.

"What are you getting ready for?" He asks, sounding annoyed.

I tease up my hair and look into the mirror before responding. "I have a charity dinner tonight to go to for the company I work for."

"Can you at least talk to me about this? This is huge news and you can't keep ignoring me."

"Can we talk about this tomorrow please?" I ask. "I know this is important but my boss is going to be here soon and is counting on me to come to this event."

Austin rolled his eyes and I pushed him out of the bathroom so I could put the dress I bought on. My mind was cluttered with the thought of Austin now knowing about my pregnant and how things were going to move forward from here. But for tonight, I'm not going to think about my pregnancy or about Austin and Pamela.

I slid on the dress and gazed at myself in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly and I looked pretty good. I did some final touch ups before leaving the bathroom and gathering the things I needed and put them in my purse.

Austin was still here and looking through the baby book once again. The sight made my heart warm and I cursed myself for letting my feelings erupt. This wasn't abnormal situation to have a baby in. We weren't a loving couple staring a family and that hurt me.

"You look nice." He comments.

"Thank you."

A few moments later, I heard knocking on my apartment door. I grabbed my bag and left my room, Austin followed behind me. Opening the door, Mr. Banks stood on the other side in a nice suit and looked even more attractive than usual.

"Jordan, you look beautiful."

I blushed. "Thank you."

Austin was practically gritting his teeth and I looked at him in confusion. Was he jealous? "I'll talk to you tomorrow." He says firmly before pushing passed both Mr. Banks and I.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks.

I sigh. "Yes."

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