office, Logan."
So I did.
A few minutes later Dad came in. He closed the door behind him. Then looked from me, then to Micky, and back to me again. "What's going on, Logan?" He said this suspiciously. And then it hit me, what it must look like to him. Me , bringing in some random girl, who's in tears , to see him , a doctor .
"Dad," I greeted. "This is Mikayla, uh... Jake's Mikayla."
I could see him visibly relax, before a different emotion took over his features. He moved to squat in front of Micky, so they were eye to eye. "Hi, Mikayla," he started. "I'm Dr. Matthews, but you can call me Alan." He smiled at her. It was sympathetic, but it was also genuine. "What can I help you with today?"
She looked at him, then up at me. Our eyes locked for a second before tears started streaming down her face again. "I can't..." she trailed off.
I cleared my throat. Dad faced me.
"Micky needs a pregnancy test done." I told him.
He smiled at Micky. "That won't be a problem. I'll take you to see Michele, my assistant. She'll take care of everything for you, okay?"
Micky nodded again.
"Mikayla, whatever happens here, everything will be okay. I promise," he assured her.
Micky stood up and walked to the door, my dad led her with his hand on her back. She stopped next to me, took my hand in hers and squeezed once, looking me right in the eye, and then they left the room.
And there was that fucking ache in my chest again.
Ten minutes later she came back smiling. I couldn't help but smile, too.
"Good news I take it?"
She was crying happy tears. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. Then she laughed. It was that nervous, relieved kind of laugh. "Oh my God, Logan. I was so frickin scared." Then her arms were around my neck as she bought me down to hug her. She's a lot shorter than me, so I had to bend down, my face landing on her shoulder. She wore perfume. It was flowery. Amanda's was fruity.
Amanda.
Shit!
As we headed back to my car I pulled out my phone. It was 3:15.
There was a text from her.
Amanda: ??
My fingers became anxious. I had to type the text over and over.
Logan: I'm so sorry! Something came up. I really want to see you though. I have a stupid thing I have to do tonight. Can I see you tomorrow? Please?
***
I ended up getting Julie from her friend's house, which happened to be the street down from mine. I dropped by the house to pick up my gear bag. I was meeting Jake at the cages after.
When we pulled up in the driveway, Jake's truck was already there. I saw him step out, and I knew instantly what he was thinking. Because I would, too.
I turned to Micky, her eyes were wide, questioning. "I didn't say a word. Swear it."
We both looked back to Jake.
His fists were balled at his sides.
Jaw tense.
Eyes filled with rage.
He was pissed.
Beyond pissed.
"You girls stay here, okay?" Micky nodded before I stepped out of the car.
***
The second I'm out of the car he was on me, pushing and shoving and yelling and I was two seconds from fucking punching him. But then I remembered that Julie was there.
I got why he was pissed, he loved Micky and he thought we were fucking around, but he wouldn't give me a chance to tell him what was going on, and I tried to calm him down but he wouldn't quit getting in my face. He was acting like an asshole, and I was about to shove him back when I heard Julie scream. I turned to see her in the middle of the road, standing inches away from a car that had almost hit her. I looked back to Jake and he was yelling at both of them. What the fuck was wrong with him? I'd never seen that side of Jake before and if I ever saw it again, we'd be done.
***
I spent the rest of the afternoon subconsciously glancing at my phone, waiting for a text from Amanda.
Jake called and wanted to know what happened. I told him to ask Micky. It wasn't my place to say, and if she wanted him to know, she had to be the one to tell him.
There was
So I did.
A few minutes later Dad came in. He closed the door behind him. Then looked from me, then to Micky, and back to me again. "What's going on, Logan?" He said this suspiciously. And then it hit me, what it must look like to him. Me , bringing in some random girl, who's in tears , to see him , a doctor .
"Dad," I greeted. "This is Mikayla, uh... Jake's Mikayla."
I could see him visibly relax, before a different emotion took over his features. He moved to squat in front of Micky, so they were eye to eye. "Hi, Mikayla," he started. "I'm Dr. Matthews, but you can call me Alan." He smiled at her. It was sympathetic, but it was also genuine. "What can I help you with today?"
She looked at him, then up at me. Our eyes locked for a second before tears started streaming down her face again. "I can't..." she trailed off.
I cleared my throat. Dad faced me.
"Micky needs a pregnancy test done." I told him.
He smiled at Micky. "That won't be a problem. I'll take you to see Michele, my assistant. She'll take care of everything for you, okay?"
Micky nodded again.
"Mikayla, whatever happens here, everything will be okay. I promise," he assured her.
Micky stood up and walked to the door, my dad led her with his hand on her back. She stopped next to me, took my hand in hers and squeezed once, looking me right in the eye, and then they left the room.
And there was that fucking ache in my chest again.
Ten minutes later she came back smiling. I couldn't help but smile, too.
"Good news I take it?"
She was crying happy tears. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. Then she laughed. It was that nervous, relieved kind of laugh. "Oh my God, Logan. I was so frickin scared." Then her arms were around my neck as she bought me down to hug her. She's a lot shorter than me, so I had to bend down, my face landing on her shoulder. She wore perfume. It was flowery. Amanda's was fruity.
Amanda.
Shit!
As we headed back to my car I pulled out my phone. It was 3:15.
There was a text from her.
Amanda: ??
My fingers became anxious. I had to type the text over and over.
Logan: I'm so sorry! Something came up. I really want to see you though. I have a stupid thing I have to do tonight. Can I see you tomorrow? Please?
***
I ended up getting Julie from her friend's house, which happened to be the street down from mine. I dropped by the house to pick up my gear bag. I was meeting Jake at the cages after.
When we pulled up in the driveway, Jake's truck was already there. I saw him step out, and I knew instantly what he was thinking. Because I would, too.
I turned to Micky, her eyes were wide, questioning. "I didn't say a word. Swear it."
We both looked back to Jake.
His fists were balled at his sides.
Jaw tense.
Eyes filled with rage.
He was pissed.
Beyond pissed.
"You girls stay here, okay?" Micky nodded before I stepped out of the car.
***
The second I'm out of the car he was on me, pushing and shoving and yelling and I was two seconds from fucking punching him. But then I remembered that Julie was there.
I got why he was pissed, he loved Micky and he thought we were fucking around, but he wouldn't give me a chance to tell him what was going on, and I tried to calm him down but he wouldn't quit getting in my face. He was acting like an asshole, and I was about to shove him back when I heard Julie scream. I turned to see her in the middle of the road, standing inches away from a car that had almost hit her. I looked back to Jake and he was yelling at both of them. What the fuck was wrong with him? I'd never seen that side of Jake before and if I ever saw it again, we'd be done.
***
I spent the rest of the afternoon subconsciously glancing at my phone, waiting for a text from Amanda.
Jake called and wanted to know what happened. I told him to ask Micky. It wasn't my place to say, and if she wanted him to know, she had to be the one to tell him.
There was
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