“Number one,” she says, “are you in the vicinity?”
Shit.
Blaze's eyes widen, and I answer, “I am,” and she hums, then asks hesitantly, “Okay, number two, have you relapsed?”
“No, I haven’t relapsed, baby,” I reply with so much love that even Blaze has softened hearing her question.
“Last question,” she says as she clears her throat, “did you bang your head?”
I frown at Blaze, who looks at the phone in confusion, and I answer, “Uh, no, I didn’t hit my head.”
“Huh, funny, because the Bellamy I know wouldn’t disappear before I woke up after telling him his stupid ass magic sperm beat my contraception without leaving a goddamn note. I figured he must have hit his stupid big head, leaving me completely terrified!” she shouts, and I wince.
Uh-oh.
“I think I fucked up,” I say more to Blaze, who winces when Drew snaps, “No fucking shit!”
I flinch at her cursing, startled because my girl never curses. Guilt floods me, and I say softly, “Little Bird, I’m sorry, I just didn’t think to leave a note.”
Blaze drops his head at my words, and I wince seeing my fuck up when she shouts, “You didn’t think? Are you kidding me? If this were the other way around, you would have burned the goddamn town down!”
I nod because yeah, she has a point, and Blaze snorts, “I like her,” and I grin at his words while Drew groans, “Please tellme you did not just let me have a meltdown with one of your brothers around, Bellamy Benjamin Martinez?!”
My eyes widen at the full name, and Blaze full-blown laughs as he stutters, “Fuck, i-it must be love if she knows your middle name!”
I scowl at the fucker before saying softly to my girl, “Little bird, do you want to meet us at the diner? You can officially meet Blaze.”
“No,” she instantly snaps, and Blaze scowls at the phone, his laughter truly gone, and a hint of hurt shines in his eyes, and I wince.
He knows she met Trick and they had a good time and she’s mentioned a lot how much she wanted to meet Blaze, but the problem is that I’ve pissed her off.
“Little bird,” I sigh, but she cuts me off and growls, “I don’t need a buffer for when I strangle you, Bellamy!”
Blaze bites down hard on his bottom lip while I flinch at her threat, the image of Drake's broken dick coming to me, and I quickly manipulate, “Little bird, you just hurt him, he thinks you don’t want to meet him,” and Blaze turns around quickly as his shoulders shake.
Drew’s quiet for a moment before she sniffs. “I’ll be there in twenty,” she says before hanging up and Blaze lets his laughter out as he turns back around and opens his mouth. I put my hand up, and he looks at me in confusion—until my phone rings again. I answer it, but before I can say anything, Drew snaps, “I love you!” then she hangs up again.
Blaze loses it once more as I smirk and shake my head. “Fuck, her hormones are already all over the place,” I grunt with humor as Blaze calms himself down.
“Brother, you didn’t leave her a note after she told you she was pregnant and you vanished. That wasn’t hormones, that was fear, she has every right to be pissed,” he chuckles.
“Brother, she kneed her ex so hard in the cock she broke it,” I remind him and he winces then says, “We better hurry then, especially when she probably knows you manipulated her into feeling bad for me just so she didn’t kill you for not leaving her a note,” and I groan before walking towards the door and fear rushes through me again.
“Brotherhood brother, we’ve got your back, you can do this, you can be a dad, I know it and so does your girl.”
I swallow hard and nod before I walk out of the motel, then begin the trek towards the diner and fucking hope and pray Drew loves my dick enough not to break it.
When we get close, I take a deep breath, seeing Drew wearing my hoodie standing outside the diner, her arms crossed, and Blaze snorts but coughs to cover it like a dick.
“Hey, baby,” I say when close, and she scowls at me, making me sigh and admit, “I wanted a line,” and her scowl drops along with her arms.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” she asks with hurt, and I fucking hate myself for this, but I admit, “Because I didn’t want you to hurt knowing I was scared about becoming a dad.”
“Bellamy,” she whispers as she walks towards me and presses into my body. My arms wrap around her as she says, “You’re most certainly not the only one who is scared. I wasn’t joking when I thought it could end up like my sister.”
I drop my forehead against hers, and she chokes, “The only reason why I’m not freaking out is that I know I have you, because I know, together, we will get through this. You are my rock, just like I’m yours. If you get that need, don’t walk out to try and hide the pain from me, lean on me like I have leaned on you every single day since we met.”
I snort and press my lips against hers before I move my right hand between us and place it underneath the hoodie. I smile slightly feeling our baby for the first time.
