Dealing With Him

XVIII

"You don't understand, Dylan!" I snapped and turned around with force. "You've always been the perfect alpha with no flaws and worries! No one would give to shits about me if I weren't your stupid mate! You wouldn't care who I was if I wasn't your stupid mate!"

Dylan's eyes darkened with anger and he grabbed my jaw. "Say that again and I'll spank your ass blood red, Sparrows. You shouldn't care about any of that because you're someone to me. You're mine and only mine. Just because Fiona was with me before you, doesn't mean I loved her. If I ever hear something like that come out of your mouth I'll stitch it together."

Warm tears rolled down my cheeks and I pushed him away gently.

"Am I? Am I as important as you tell me?"

Three hours earlier, Fiona came for a little visit. Of course, being the b***h she is, she began to tell me stuff that Fiona and Dylan did in the past. It just made me feel like the secondhand chick. Hearing all of that stuff made me realize that Dylan didn't want to do anything with me. Am I an embarrassment? Does he not want to be seen with me? It made me begin to question the relationship I had with him.

"Aria," Dylan sighed and engulfed me in a hug. I let out a quiet sob and buried my face in his chest as I let the tears fall from my green eyes.

"Y-You never go anywhere with me," I cried and pushed Dylan away again. "Y-You never want to. Is it because you're embarrassed by me -- is that it? Do I make your reputation look bad?"

Dylan went back to being frustrated but he grabbed my cheeks with such gentleness that I continued to cry, trying to hide my face in my hands.

"You are far from an embarrassment, Aria," he told me, kissing my tears away after he grabbed my wrists, pulling them away from my face. "You're the best Luna this pack will have and I know it. Don't let some redhead that's jealous of you get into that pretty head of yours, yeah?"

Dylan kissed me and I felt more tears fall down my cheeks as I kissed him back, my arms going around his neck.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I said and pulled him close to me, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

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"It just doesn't make sense," Brianna said to me and threw three tubs of mint chip ice cream in our cart. "I get that everything that Fiona said was getting to you but you would never break down like that. You're practically heartless."

Practically? Clarke said, snorting.

I bit my lip and shrugged, putting some vegetables in the cart.

"Maybe it's just emotion from the transformation."

Brianna shook her head, saying, "It is not just the transformation, Ar. I think you're going to need to make sure."

I laughed humourlessly. "What are you implying -- that I'm pregnant?"

When Brianna didn't answer, my eyes went wide and I gasped. What if I was pregnant? I mean, Dylan and I haven't used any protection so it was most likely.

Bitch, it's certain, Clarke corrected, rolling her eyes. I bet you he didn't pull out. He may be a beast in the bed but his pull out game is weak!!

"Should we get some tests?" I asked her quietly, ignoring Clarke, and threw the vegetables from the cart to a random aisle, grabbing a stack of Chips Ahoy cookies.

Brianna nodded her head and cleared her throat suddenly.

"Wha--"

"Why is there so much ice cream and cookie packages?" Dylan's voice spoke, making my mouth form into an 'o' shape.

"Just wanna have a lazy day," Brianna explained with a simple shrug.

That wasn't a whole lie.

Dylan rolled his eyes and smiled, kissing the top of my head and showing me a DVD movie.

"What is this?" I asked with a smile, reading the back of the movie.

"Aladdin," he replied with a grin and showed me his arms. They were full of Disney movies and I gasped with a wide smile.

"I think we should start getting food that is healthy, Ar," Brianna said with a chuckle and grabbed the vegetables again, dropping them in the cart.

"No," I grumbled and tried taking them out but Dylan grabbed me with a chuckle, making sure I didn't take anything out.

"She's right, love," he said as we continued walking. "If we don't buy any healthy food we're going to get diabetes."

Brianna laughed and began grabbing some fruit. I watched with sad eyes as they were added to the cart and felt my heart squeeze when Dylan took a package of cookies out of it.

"You monster," I whispered and continued walking.

Brianna snorted and threw a bag of chips in the cart.

"We should go to the ladies section, Ar," Brianna said and dragged me away. With a huff, I started moving my legs and we walked away from the ladies section and towards the--

"Why are we in the baby section?" I asked, bemused.

Brianna smirked and replied, "Just looking around."

I rolled my eyes but they stopped on a little baby outfit. I gasped and ran to it, cooing at how small it was. I could hear Brianna laughing in the background and she walked up towards me, looking at the outfit I was staring at.

"I'm guessing you want to stay and look around?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

I smiled and nodded my head.

"Definitely."

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"Well?"

I looked down at the test I bought earlier and my heart began beating a thousand times faster as the two intimidating red lines stared up at me.

Positive.

Positive we're going to vomit any second, Clarke corrected and I ran to the toilet, throwing up any contents in my stomach.

I wanted to cry. Not because I was pregnant but because I was only eighteen. What would Dylan think? Well, of course, he would be happy but I'm only eighteen!

"Aria?" Brianna's voice called from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yea--"

I threw up again as the door opened. My hair was pulled back by my best friend and she rubbed my back soothingly. I looked up from the toilet bowl and let out a sob, wiping my tears away.

"It's positive," I mumbled and flushed the toilet, wiping my mouth. "I'm pregnant."

I could see Brianna full of excitement but it deflated when she saw my expression.

"Why are you so sad about it?" She asked with a frown. "You're having a baby!"

I sighed and splashed water on my face, grabbing a toothbrush.

"Exactly," I said. "It's not that I'm sad that I am, because I'm not, it's just because I'm only eighteen and..." I felt tears build up in my eyes. "I'm scared, Bri."

Brianna smiled sympathetically and pulled me in for a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and sighed, feeling much better as I laid in my best friend's arms.

"I'm here for you," Brianna said and pulled away, wiping my tears away. "I am and Trey, and Owen, and Dylan."

I smiled a small smile and sniffled, brushing my teeth. When I finished, I changed into one of Dylan's sweaters and a fluffy blanket, snuggling into it while pressing play for Aladdin. Brianna handed me a tub of ice cream and I thanked her, taking a spoon and taking a large amount.

"Dylan comes home in five minutes," Brianna said and turned to me. "I think that you should tell him when he--"

"I'm home!"

I gulped and turned to Brianna, who walked out of the washroom and handed me the test. She pushed me out of the room and helped me down the stairs, where Dylan was taking his shoes off.

"Hey, love," he greeted with a smile and walked up to me, pecking my lips. "What do you have there?"

I said nothing and shoved it in his hands, not looking in his eyes. There was a long moment of silence until I heard Dylan say, "I'm going to be a dad?"

I nodded and played with my fingers.

"I would have told you on your birthday but that's five months away," I murmured.

He stared at me with wide eyes before collapsing to the ground, making me gasp.

"Dylan?" I said softly, nudging his arm with my foot. When he didn't move I looked around frantically before grabbing a glass of water and splashing some on his face. He jumped up and groaned when he hit his head on the handle of the drawer. Rubbing his head, he looked around before his eyes landed on the pregnancy test again. His body went limp as he went unconscious again.