I Will Follow You

It took precisely 3 weeks before Vic moved back into his own bedroom. In those 3 weeks we barely spoke, in fact I pretty much avoided everything to do with him. As much as I felt terrible for him he was beginning to frustrate me. He didn't want any help, whatsoever. I mean I'm not trying to like smother him but I just wanted to be there for him. That wasn't what he wanted though.

Lynn went back to Boston but planned to come back in a month, which made me very happy. I felt lost without her though. It's funny how much someone's presence can impact your whole life in such a short space of time.

But as for me, I was 3 months pregnant and still in complete denial about what to do or think. Telling Vic wasn't something I wanted to do yet, and luckily his mom didn't spill the beans about it. She did tell me that if I didn't tell him by 5 months she would step in. So I had a whole 2 months left to spill my guts and hope that things will work out.

"Scarlett!" I heard Mike shout from downstairs. I got up off my bed and walked down to see what was happening. I wore baggy shirts nowadays to hide my tiny, growing bump.

"What is it?" I asked Mike. He pointed to the kitchen and I walked in to find Pete and Patrick sat at the breakfast table. I felt a rush of guilt wave over me and then my heart began racing.

"Aren't you happy to see us?" Pete frowned at me.

"I'm so happy." I staggered over to them and wrapped my arms around them. "I'm happy you're here." I told them.

"We wanted to wait until things died down before, y'know making an appearance." Patrick spoke up. I didn't speak to Patrick much since he confessed his feelings for me.

"Do you wanna go sit by the pool?" I suggested, they both nodded and we walked outside into the early February sun. San Diego is a weird place because it's pretty much always sunny, it's kinda beautiful.

"So how are things?" Pete asked me, a sincere smile on his lips.

"Difficult." I said bluntly. "Vic and Mike lost their dad, Mike is doing surprisingly well but Vic barely talks to anyone anymore." I explained.

"It'll take some time to deal with it." Patrick said sympathetically.

"Well, Vic has left me alone for a day now so things are back on track." I said looking down at my hands in my lap. I could feel their eyes boring into my head.

"That's good then." Pete said quietly. "So are you and Vic together?" He finished.

"No." I said looking up. "Truth is we accidentally got married in Vegas and shit happened, his dad died not long after it and we haven't even spoke about it." I said trying to be a simple as possible, I honestly didn't know Patrick's thoughts or feelings anymore, I just didn't wanna risk upsetting him.

"Are you gonna get divorced?" Pete asked.

"I don't know." I said looking away towards the water.

"Maybe you should speak to him about that." Patrick chipped in.

"I would but it's hard to bring up anything serious since his dad died." I groaned loudly. Patrick and Pete exchanged a look. Pete then pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered me one. "No thanks." I declined politely.

"You okay? You never turn these bad boys down." Pete asked in disbelief for my actions.

"I'm fine." I lied. I'm pregnant, that's why.

"Weird." Pete shrugged and lit a cigarette.

"Hey do you guys think I should get divorce papers and prompt the conversation along?" I suggested. Both Patrick and Pete nodded to the sound of the idea.

"I'll go get them if you want?" Patrick suggested. I gave him a grateful look because actually, I wanted to speak to Pete for a bit.

Patrick got up and left the house, leaving me and Pete sitting alone. "So how are you really?" He asked, emphasising the really.

"Did Patrick tell you?" I asked.

"Oh he didn't have to but yeah, that's how we ended up speaking again actually." Pete began, he let out a cloud of smoke. "He called me up and told me you were alive. I didn't believe it but then he came over and spilled about everything." He finished.

"Well that's good." I said bitterly.

"It's fine, did you tell him you aren't interested?" Pete asked.

"Not at the time I didn't but I got back to him when on tour and explained it wasn't the best time." I told him, feeling the craving for a cigarette kick in. I mean I guess it was more the nostalgic feeling of smoking with Pete. I shook my thought and smiled at him.

"What are you hiding?" He asked and squinted his eyes at me.

"Nothing." I said quickly, I coulda face palmed right then and there because it was so obvious now that I was hiding something.

"Yeah, bullshit. Spill your guts Scarlett." He demanded. "You know I'll get it out of you somehow so why not willingly tell me." He stubbed the cigarette out and put the butt in the packet.

"Ugh." I groaned loudly. "Fine." I sat up straight and prepared myself. "Pete I'm pregnant." I blurted out quickly to get it over with.

"Wait what!?" He almost shouted at me.

"Shhh." I hissed at him. "No one knows." I growled at him.

"Why not?" He frowned. "Vic's?" He questioned.

"Yep." I nodded.

"Then why not tell him?" Pete didn't understand.

"He just lost his dad. He's confused about his bands future and to top it all off we aren't even together anymore. It's so confusing." I tried to justify my actions but Pete knew better.

"Scar, the thing is though a baby could fix it all. It could make him look to the future, a new life. It could repair your relationship and give him the courage to make the most of his career to provide for his family." Pete made some damn good points.

"I guess but it's difficult to deal with right now." I sighed, dropping my head into my hands.

"Look, it's not as complicated as you think. Just talk to him." He encouraged me. I didn't wanna but Pete is always right.

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Patrick got back an hour ago with divorce papers, Pete promised not to tell anyone about me being pregnant as long as I spoke to Vic tonight. So here I am, standing outside Vic's bedroom too scared to knock. A wave of encouragement ran through me and I knocked loudly. A few seconds later his door swung open and he stood on the other side with a confused look on his face. "What's up?" He asked. I walked into his room and he closed the door behind me.

I held up the divorce papers and his eyebrows sunk as low as they could go. "I think we gotta talk now." I stated, not letting my guard down.

"Oh." He walked over to his bed and sat down. "I guess I shoulda saw this coming." He rubbed his face.

"What are we doing?" I asked him, waiting for more than what he was giving me.

"I don't know Scarlett." He said looking up at me, with horribly sad eyes.

I walked over and sat down next to him. "Was this a mistake?" I asked.

"Was it?" He retaliated.

"No, I asked first." I gave him a stern look.

"For me it wasn't, I just went around it the wrong way." He said biting his lip, staring at his feet.

"You went around it the most horrible way possible." I corrected him. "But I didn't regret marrying you Vic." I told him. His head snapped up and he looked at me with hope in his eyes.

"So what does this mean?" He asked with a small smile creeping on to his lips.

I looked at the papers and ripped them up, he grinned from ear to ear and took the paper from me and threw it up in the air and let it fall around us like confetti. He then pulled me in by the back of my neck and kissed me as the paper fell on top of us. It was kinda sweet actually. "Now what?" I asked, testing the waters before dropping the bomb shell.

"What do you mean?" He asked with confusion.

"Well we are married, so what now?" I raised an eyebrow.

"We've reached the goal I guess." He shrugged and kissed my lips gently.

"Is that the only goal you have?" I asked with fear for the answer.

"I only need and want you." He said proudly. "I mean we could get a dog or a cat someday soon but that's like it." He laughed nervously.

"What about a family?" I questioned.

"We had that and it went wrong, do you wanna go through that again Scarlett?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I know I don't." He sounded so harsh.

"No." I lied. And it was in that moment I decided it wasn't time to tell Vic about the baby. I didn't know what to do next though. I'm screwed.

Notes

This story is my life guys, so what do you think about the whole baby drama?