I wake up to my phone blowing up from notifications going off. Well, figuratively anyways. I didn't want to get up but I knew I had to or they were probably going to have a damn heart attack from me not responding.

I drag myself to my mini dresser and pick up the phone without bothering to look at who it is.

"Hello?" I mumble into the phone, laying back down on my bed.

"Hey doll, sorry if I woke you up." I couldn't help but smile as I heard the voice speak through the phone.

"No it's alright I needed to get up anyways," I told him, only realizing that it was eight o'clock on the dot.

"So you haven't seen anything or been on social media then," I thought it was strange how he brought that up and was starting to get curious,

"No I have not, how come?" I question, but all I get in responds is quiet.

I started to get a bit antsy from just hearing nothing so I pulled the phone back and switched the call to facetime and the face he is making when he answers makes me get even more anxious. It looks like he's debating with himself if he wants to tell me what's on his mind or what is happening.

"Christopher, it's either you tell me now or I will find out myself...and you know I rather hear it from you than someone else." I tell him, I see him cringe with me using his full name.

I hear him let out a sigh before he speaks. "Alright, I think it's best if we do talk about this in person yeah?"

I just nod but then confirm with him as I get off the bed.

"Alright, I will be on my way then and please don't go on anything right now till I get there okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah... I will see you then."

After he says goodbye and hangs up, I start getting ready knowing it might take him a while to get here since he lives in L.A. I take a quick shower to rinse off and put on some jeans and a gray fitted T-shirt with my white slip on Vans.

As I just finished putting on some clear mascara and my earrings, I hear the doorbell go off letting me know that someone is at the door. I grab my bag making sure I had my keys, wallet, and headphones then grab my phone off the dresser and head to the door.

I say a quick goodbye to my parents (after filling them in on what's happening) and walk out to see Chris standing there with keys in his right hand as his other is stuffed in his pocket of his dark blue jeans that is fitted with a grey t-shirt, Vans and a baby blue snap back. We were basically matching if you think about it.

"You ready to go?" He asks softly, looking a bit too serious for my liking.

I was getting more anxious (which seems to happen a lot) as we continue driving to our location. I think what makes it worse is that I don't even know where we are going, I didn't want go ask in case I somehow push a button or something that causes him to become more mad so I just chose to look out the window for the time being until we get to our destination. 

Did I do something wrong?... was it something I said or something I did on the trip and he just didn't want to say anything in front of his family...or in front of my parents last night?

I sit there struggling to understand what happened that made Chris become so somber like we didn't just have fun the past two weeks together and with his family. I felt something softly brush against my hand causing me to come out of my thoughts and look down to watch Chris take it into his, locking our fingers together as he gives my hand a light squeeze.

We pull into the parking lot of a small diner, I opened the door and stepped out before Chris can come over and do it himself and I can tell that bothered him as he was already in front of the car when I met up with him, a slight frown painted on his face.

It's not like I was trying to make him upset on purpose I just wanted to know what the hell was going on.

I sat down in a small window booth with Chris sitting across from me, before I can say anything a waiter comes over greeting us, asking if we would like a drink to start with, you know the usual stuff they start yapping on about. When they walk away I couldn't help but mumble out a "finally," as I set my menu down and look at Chris who was already looking at me with a small smile.

"Is...is everything alright Chris?" I question quietly, picking at my nails underneath the table and expecting the worst.

"I need to tell you something and what I need to tell you is what I was afraid would happen, not that I didn't expect it to happen...but you just need to know that you have nothing to worry about." He starts. "I will find a way to get control of it and I promise to be by yourside through the whole thing and as much as I wish it would just disappear I know this is going to stick for a while..." he starts off, pausing at first as if he was looking for the right words to say.

"OH gosh Jenny is pregnant with your child isn't she?!" I blurt, feeling my face become slightly pale as I think of the worst, well to me.

I mean this just seems like the only explanation to why he's acting all weird... wait but if I think about it they have been apart for almost 4 years now...

"Oh gosh SHE had your child didn't she??" I think him holding in whatever he needs to tell me is starting to get me bad now that I'm sitting here.

What if she wants him back?? Oh gosh I can't think of that now...but he did say he would stay by my side, WAIT what if he just meant as friends??

I couldn't stop all these thoughts flow through my head which caused me to panic more. It's been one of my small fears with we started dating, that he would realize that he can find someone better (or more age 'appropriate' for him and want to end things between us. I
place my head in my sweety and shakey hands. I just try to breath, feeling my whole body start to shake a bit.

Gosh no wonder he wants to leave me, look at me I'm a complete mess! Can't even let him speak before I start assuming the worst and breaking down, especially in public!

I start breathing in deep breaths then let them out slowly like my therapist recommended, hoping to try and calm myself down for once without any problems. At the tenth one, I start to feel myself cool down and release my hands from my face but keeping my head down, not sure if I wanted to face him yet.

Oh my goshh... I did it... I was able to calm myself down, distracted with feeling proud of myself I didn't realize Chris moved from his seat to crouch down next to mine.

"Babe." I hear his voice speak beside me as he grabs my hand, "you got it all wrong alright, I promise no one is pregnant and no one is leaving at all okay?" I let out a breath as I nod at his statement, looking up a bit to see him giving me that beautiful smile of his.

I let out a weak, 'sorry' to get a small peck on my hand that he was sandwiched in his large ones. He shoots me a sad smile at my obvious embarrassed and just nods his head before he continues.

"What I was going to tell you was...that someone had taken a picture of us at the airport together, on our way back here and... now it's all over social media," he confessed, his voice coming out a bit more strained.

My head shot up so quickly I was surprised I didn't get wiped lash as I just stare at him with wide eyes as I register what he had said and the only thing that came out of my mouth.

"Oh shit."

May the Allfather be with me...