Woody and Yale Falling Under

Chapter Eleven

Yale's Point of View

"What are you doing!?" I yelled at him as the car came to a halt in the middle of nowhere, against the curve. It was 8pm and the night sky was dark as needle pricks of light gave us a glimpse into heaven from the sheet of blackness above our heads.

Woody had just picked me up after Chad had left to she his...

Her.

We were driving for a few minutes. The car was quiet, we hardly spoke a few sentences. I called him as soon as Chad left and he answered the phone saying that he was on his way to pick me up and that's all that was said before he rudely hung up.

I get it, he's pissed. I'm not stupid I know that his encounter earlier today with Chad was something he wanted to discuss,

And I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but I can't tell him...

Not yet.

He climbed out of his new car that was now parked in the middle of this long road in God knows where.

Is he being serious, right now. My eyes stuck to him like glue, before I realized that I can't stare at him for too long.

Because I see it, the fantasy of us in my head. I'm embarrassed but in that moment I couldn't help but picture him,

I mean...

Look at him! I wouldn't be sane if I wasn't somewhat attracted to him like that. He's so good looking, I had never seen anyone as alluring in my life.

The s*x fantasy meant nothing and I shouldn't ever wonder if it did, it was purely physical.

I'm in a relationship.

"Woody!" I yelled at him throwing my hands up as he slammed his car door as my eyes watched him walk around the front of his car, towards the guardrail that overlooked the town. We were pretty high up and the lights shimmered like warm fairy lights below us.

He answered his phone.

What the hell is going on. 

Maybe it's about that thing he's involved in, I can't say I wasn't worried about his life because I was. If I heard correctly he has a week to sort things out or,

I'll lose him. 

I don't want to, I just met him.

But he seems calm and collected about this, I trust that he knows what he's doing. I don't have a choice but to because it wasn't my business.

My eyes stared at his back as his broad shoulders held up a white t-shirt, wrapping around his muscles. He was purely James Dean but better looking with sleek dark hair.

I climbed out of his very expensive Aston Martin, exhaling the fresh but slightly cold air as he overlooked the view.

He kicked his lips seriously.

"I made arrangements. I'm not coming home. I rented out a house until I get my s**t together, but I'm in no state of mind to by buying right now." He was firm as he spoke and then my heart began to beat faster and my hand had found my belly as I gently held my baby who was warm beneath the wool of my oversized turtle-neck jersey.

Maggie?

A wave of discomfort melted over my heart. Was he talking to her again?

Why do I care. 

Remember, it's none of business.

"Yeah, whatever. Look Den, I..." he shook his head as he twisted his neck to see me staring at him "Yo, I gotta go. I'll call you in the morning. I'll pick you up, we can drive together." He said calmly and then spoke again "Ayt, bye." He said before he had hung up.

I exhaled a sigh of relief at the mention of Denver's name.

I'm...

I had no words to describe my confusion and the stupidity of my emotions.

My pregnancy symptoms were almost non-existent but thinking I was going to be lucky and hardly have them at all, was premature.

I breathed.

"What's going on, why are we here?" I asked him and then he glared at me and then slid his phone into his pocket.

"What's going on!?" He c****d his head back "You tell me?" He raised a brow and then I began to nervously bite my lower lip as I didn't say anything but just stare at him.

He shrugged his shoulder, almost hesitating to speak.

"Why the f**k are you with that guy?" He gave me a look of disgust.

"He's the father of my child Quinton!" I raised my voice feeling myself become defensive.

"Are you f*****g joking!?" He furiously pressed his brows together, stepping up to me. "You jumped off a bridge! Why the f**k are you with him Yale!? Don't make me f*****g ask you again!?" He was astonished as I pushed him away from me.

"Don't!" I raised my voice louder as power roared out from within me, I held my hand up in front of me as if to create a barrier between us although he wouldn't cross it.

But he still was crossing a line though, my relationship is none of his business. Who does he think he is questioning me like this?

"Take me home!" I said seriously as I turned around to walk towards his car, I reached for the door and then I felt him grip my other hand turning me back around to face him.

"I'm not done talking to you yet!" He said staring into my eyes with fire burning inside of his as I ripped my arm from his hold and walked towards his car, placing my hand on the door handle and then he spoke from behind me.

"So you just going to keep running from having this conversation!?"

I turned around fiercely and said "There's nothing to talk about!"

"You're not happy! You know that! I f*****g know that! So let's talk Yale! We can't f*****g avoid this s**t forever!" He said as I stared at him and then he asked me again.

"Why are you with him. I know he's a piece of s**t, the way he talks to you! He doesn't even let you have a f*****g phone and I..." He began to say and then I cut him off as my heart began to calm itself,

I had to try and stay calm.

"I love him." I nodded.

And then he shook his head and looked away before looking back at me again.

"Bullshit." He narrowed his eyes.

"What!?" I was taken back by his answer.

"It's not love! If it was love you wouldn't have jumped!" He pushed out his words.

"He's the father of my child! I'm having his baby, Quinton! We're in love and I'm fine! I made a mistake Quinton, people make mistakes. I wasn't thinking, I was stupid!" I turned around to attempt to get into his car again,

My heart drumming.

I can't do this. I can't talk about this, it's breaking my heart and I was fighting every part of me to hold it together. I had to.

"You're still stupid!" He yelled "You're stupid for going back to him!" He screamed.

"Quinton!" I screamed with rage and then he was silent as I inhaled deeply and then shut my eyes for a moment before opening them to let out a calm version of my voice "He's cheating on me." I blurted out and then looked away.

I had to say something, he kept pushing and I'm not ready to tell him the full truth yet,

Not yet.

He paused in one spot, he inhaled deeply and then slowly exhaled before I stared into his sad and confused eyes that he now had for me,

He could relate to what I was feeling, at least partly.

He spoke "I'm sorry." He nodded without looking at me as he cleaned his teeth with his tongue.

"And Look, before you tell me to leave understand that it's not that easy. I'm having a baby. There's a baby involved...he's the father of my baby, he makes all the money and I love him in some f****d up twisted way." I couldn't even look him in the eye "I want to make this work because I think once our baby is born he'll see his child and he'll realize that he has to change and he'll be better and we'll be happy." I said feeling a lump in my throat as tears pushed to overflow. I felt myself give in.

I actually believe the things I said. I had hope that once Chad sees the baby his always wanted, he would be different. I didn't know I had hoped for that until I had said it out loud.

And saying it out loud had just made me realize something...

I was pathetic, but I wanted to be happy.

I felt my breathing become irregular as tears streamed down my cheeks in warm salty paths as I used the sleeves of my jersey to wipe them away as my eyes stared at the ground. I sniffed and then I saw his clean Nikes before I felt his arms wrap themselves around me gently.

He rested his cheek on the top of my head as he held onto me. He's structure was so firm and tall but his embrace was warm and comforting.

I could smell him. I missed the way he smells. I swallowed as my tears seeped through the material of his white t-shirt.

My heart had calmed itself as he had caused my whole body to allow itself to be held by him without hesitation or caution. I felt safe here,

Right here.

"Hey, I'm sorry." He said and then I felt his hand stroke my arm as he lips gently kissed the top of my head. He swallowed and then said softly.

"You want me to kill him?" He was being playfully,

I think.

I smiled small.

No I didn't. I do love Chad and I know that he loves me. I don't want him to die,

I just want him to be better, to love me better.

"No." I sniffed.

"You sure? I mean I've been running from the cops my whole life, what's one more crime?" He kissed my head again and my lips didn't smile but my heart did.

Right here, I'm safe.

I'm messed up, I'm f****d up. I'm going to hell for liking him this close to me.

"I'm sure..." I nodded "and hey, thanks for the gift, but you have to take it back. I can't accept it." I smiled and then wiped the rest of my tears from my face as I detached myself from his hold,

I didn't want to.

He smirked looking down at me with his pretty eyes "Nah, the f**k!? It's a gift you can't give it back, that f*****g rude. Plus, every kid needs a Rolex." He shrugged "he or she will grow into it."

Woody's Point of View

I stood in the kitchen of this house that I had rented until I was ready to buy again. Now just wasn't the time plus,

Fuck, I could be dead by next week and I prefer to not leave this earth buying a house I couldn't even spend my life enjoying.

This house was nice though, modern, classy and sleek. It reminded me of the first house Denver and I had bought before Maggie and before Kelly. We had the world at our fingertips and there wasn't a girl who didn't want to f**k, I mean it's still that way but the difference is that now we don't want to f**k them,

Denver's in a serious relationship and I'm...

I'm...fucked enough as it is.

I chopped the garlic finely on the cutting board as my body was dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, comfortable to cook in. I was making shrimp Alfredo in the pan.

I actually f*****g like to cook, the chef Denver and I hired in our first home had taught me a few things.

I taught her a few things too. She was hot, I couldn't resist,

Denver couldn't resist either...we both slept with her regularly and knew about each other and we were cool with her wanting both of us, we didn't care so we didn't feel like she had to choose. Neither of us were emotionally involved although Den and I did get a little jealous when she would give one more attention than the other but we men, I guess it would be weird if we weren't a little jealous over the most stable woman in our lives at the time.

Cordelia.

I tossed in the garlic and then stirred the pasta as I turned my back towards Yale who was in the lounge of the open planned 1st floor we were on, this floor had a kitchen, a lounge area and a bedroom with no doors or walls to divide up the space. The bathroom was the only section that had its own room.

I like the set up of this house. It's open and it makes me feel like I can breathe.

"That smells so good." She said as she sat on my couch, watching whatever it was that she was watching on the giant TV that was mounted to the wall.

"Thanks" I turned around to wink at her and then she smiled before lifting herself up from her seat.

I heard her footsteps approaching me.

"Can I taste it?" She asked with a half smile on her lips as she walked her way towards me and then I laughed as I held the wooden spoon in my hand.

"No, it's not done yet." I spoke and then she laughed "Come on, I'm pregnant and I'm starving. Just a little bite." She made puppy dog eyes and then held onto my bicep. "Pleasssee." She was adorable as she bated those long eyelashes at me.

"No, go sit your ass at the kitchen table. I'm almost done." I was playful and then she rolled her eyes.

"Fine." She said and then bit the corner of her lip as she sat herself down, before she spoke again "Alexa, play Selfish by Maddison Beer."

I then burst out in laughter as Selfish began to play and then she laughed too before I said "Alexa, play Juicy by B.I.G" I smirked and then heard it fill the room before I added "cause that's how my food taste and that's all you gotta know until I'm done." I teased and then she laughed as I continued to stir and then I added a little more salt.

"Alexa, play Just a little bit by 50 cent." She pouted and then put on her puppy dog eyes again and I had to f*****g admit that that was a good one.

"Yale got jokes." I nodded at her lightly smiling small. "I actually like this song." I admitted as 50 cent rapped in the background and then I rolled my eyes as I then scooped up a little pasta and a shrimp from the pan onto the wooden spoon.

"Come on, before I change my mind." I said and then she squealed as she lifted herself up from the kitchen chair to rush over to me before I warned her.

"It's hot." I then blew onto it to cool it down a little as she watched me and then I glanced at her to notice a shift in her eyes. They seemed soft and smiling as they looked at me,

Fuck, she's so beautiful.

"What?" I questioned her and then she shook her head as I let it go and then brought the spoon to her mouth while holding my hand below her chin in case she messed.

I fed her and watch her eat it. Her mouth was stuffed full because that was more than a little bite I smiled as I watched her struggle to chew it all and then she finally did, and swallowed it down before laughing.

"That was amazing!" She said seeming shocked "No! like honestly that was sooooo good!" She was excited,

and it was cute.

"Thanks, I mean I try." I shrugged and then she held her belly as her hand cupped it gently, "Yip, my kid loves it too." She said and then I smiled.

"How's your pregnancy going? Everything still all good?" I asked and then took the pan off the hot plate.

"Yeah, I actually went for a check up today. They said that everything seems on track and everything looks good. Chad, had to be somewhere so I called my dad to take me." She said,

and then I spoke without thinking.

"Why didn't you call me? I would have taken you." s**t, I really should think before I say s**t.

I mean I would have. I actually did care about her kid and after that night I would have liked to be updates so that I can be at peace knowing that everything with her was okay,

I wasn't her baby daddy...but I was human and I care. I saved her and her baby, I care. It would be inhuman if I didn't.

"Really?" She seemed confused "You would do that?" She asked and then I nodded "I would do that for anyone, but I would climb in my car faster for you." I swallowed and then left our food to cool as I now stood facing her with a smirk on me face as she stood facing me with a smile on hers.

She was absolutely stunning.

"Good to know." She had her sassy eyes on.

"Mmmm..." I bit my lower lip staring at her mouth and then I held out my hand for her to take, she was a little confused but still placed her hand into mine.

"Alexa, play Gravity by John Mayer."

"Playing Gravity by John Mayer." We heard her electronic voice as Yale rolled her eyes playfully.

"You're smooth." She smiled.

"When I have time to be." I shrugged.

Yale's Point of View

I'm going to hell and I'm okay with that, as long as Woody goes too.

Wait, what!?

Focus Yale! Stop looking into his eyes! Those pretty hazel eyes are a trap.

I pressed my head against his firm chest as we swayed together to one of my favorite songs in the whole world.

How weird was it that he didn't even know that.

"You excited to have a baby?" He asked as he held onto me, moving to the beat.

I smiled small and then sadly shook my head. "If I'm being honest, I never wanted children...I just felt like, kids wasn't something I ever wanted...but then I fell pregnant by accident..." I paused, my boyfriend r***d me "and now I'm having a baby and at first I wasn't thrilled, because I was still dealing with all of the emotions of Chad cheating on me..." and abusing me until I would blackout "and that was hard and then I found out that I was pregnant with a baby I never saw in my future with a man I would have never picked to be the father of my baby." I smiled sadly "but yeah, I wasn't happy at first but I guess right now I'm a little excited...I mean I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for jumping not because I would have killer myself but because I would have killed my kid. I can forgive myself and understand that I'm doing better now, but I can't forgive myself for doing that knowing I was pregnant, and that made me realize that if I feel that way...there must be a mother that I never knew I could be somewhere deep inside of me. You know, I love my kid I just didn't know how much until you jumped in to save me...us." I nodded against him as he held me tighter.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. You need to forgive yourself, you didn't plan on being a mother but it seems like you were meant to be one...or else you wouldn't be here with me right now." He said and that honestly made me feel a lot better,

His few words had gave me hope, and I don't think he knew that.

"I think the food cooled down, you wanna eat?" He asked before kissing my head.

I like this head kissing thing.

"I thought you'd never ask!" I joked and then I stepped onto his shoes and held on tightly to his body. "Walk with me my slave!" I yelled and then he laughed holding onto me tightly.

"Yo! You're really standing on top of my f*****g shoes!? These shoes are f*****g custom!"

"I'm not getting off! Walk! Walk! Walk!" I chanted as he laughed "You're really f*****g annoying you know that?" He rolled his eyes and then held onto me tightly as he attempted to walk to the kitchen with my feet on top of his like he was my stilts.

We only made it four steps forward and then our robot union had fallen apart.

He then told me to sit down at the kitchen island as he took out dishes and placed the Alfredo onto the counter.

He glanced at me for a second with curious eyes as I was seated from beside where he was standing.

"Your bump looks bigger when you sit." He spoke placing plates onto the counter and then I smiled. "Wanna touch it?" I raided a brow and then he laughed.

"Can I?" He asked and then I nodded as he reached his one hand forward to place it onto my tiny little belly. There was hardly anything there but you could feel something.

He then glided his hand against the wool of my jersey as his watch made clinging sounds while he moved his hand around.

I breathed for a moment as I stared at his arm, realizing how nice it felt to have him touch my belly where my baby was growing inside of. Chad never did this,

It felt comforting and really nice. 

I bit down on the corner of my lip as he then glanced up into my eyes as mine met his.

Oh god, I want to sleep with him.

These pregnancy hormones are really acting up. A b***h gets a little bit of attention from a good guy and now she's picturing him with no top on.

Pregnancy listen the hell up. Woody and I are friends! Don't ruin the only good relationship I have in my life with your impurities!

I felt his hand glide around my waist as he stepped forward to place both hands on to my body to lift me up from the chair and onto the counter of the kitchen, I laughed holding onto him tightly.

"You more comfortable?" He smirked "Those stools are really low." He said and then I nodded "Yeah, I am thanks." And it really was, those stools were really low.

He then stood beside me dishing us both before he opened the fridge to grab a beer for himself and poured me water he then licked his lips and placed a the glass of water down beside me as the veins in his arm were sticking out,

I then placed my arm on his shoulder as he twisted himself to look at me confused,

I swallowed but didn't say anything as I inhaled deeply feeling the air fill my lungs.

He looked at my mouth as he was silent too and then I used my fingers to hook it into the silver chain around his neck as he watched my hand and then looked at me as I slowly pulled him towards me.

He then cleaned his teeth with his tongue before cautiously stepping up to me and now stood between the open space of my legs. He still towered over me as he placed both his hands on my thighs and pulled me into him not letting go of me, as I glided across the counter to be closer to him.

Yale. You have a...

I don't give a f**k.

Did he ever give a f**k? No, not once.

But you're not him, you're better than that.

My thoughts at war with itself.

I placed both my hands onto his broad shoulders and slid them down the muscles of his arms feeling how strong they were.

My heart felt like it wanted to explode. I was sure he could hear it.

He slowly leaned into me, 

and then caught himself as he exhaled.

"We can't." He shook his head, and looked away and then I nodded.

"I know." I swallowed and then loop my arms around his neck as he brought himself in to hug me. 

We held onto each other for a moment, I could feel his heartbeat and then I closed my eyes to just exist here, in this space with him because I didn't know how long I had. 

"Do you think..." I heard him speak and then his voice got cut off by the break of a vase that crashed to the floor splitting into a million pieces. Both of us were shocked as we jolted to see Denver staring at us.

"No Woody, do you think? Because it seems as if you aren't right now" he smiled thinly and then pushed over another vase to have it break as Quinton stepped away from me. 

"Yo, can you stop breaking s**t. Now, I have to pay for that!" Woody glared at him. 

''You're rich, you can afford it." Denver shrugged. "Pack your s**t we leaving for Vegas tonight, we found Nico." and then Denver paused to look at me. "Hello Yale." he smiled and then I smiled nervously "Hey." 

"You coming to Vegas?" he asked me.

"I can't." I shook my head. 

"Okay, then I'll return ya boy to you safely tomorrow morning."

"He's not my boy." I defended Woody and I.

"You sure?" he raised a brow "Look, I don't know what the f**k is going on here but both of you need to start thinking. You were almost engaged not so long ago," he looked at Woody and then at me "and you're in a relationship." 

He shook his head. "Look y'all be good for each other. I see it, but don't be so quick to rush s**t. Give each other time." he nodded and then Woody stared at him.

"I love you man and I know that you're just concerned, but stay the f**k out of my business. We got s**t handled, I know what I'm doing and if I want advice I'll ask. Now get the f**k out of my house, I'll pack and meet you at the private plane." he nodded and then Denver rolled his eyes as he waved goodbye to me and walked down the staircase that lead him out as he yelled.

"I love you too Woody. Death and the afterlife."