A Cowboys Promise

I went out with my friends to a nightclub called Strobe. It was this swanky, business nightclub where everyone dressed to the nines. I mean business suits and black dresses. I know, so cliché. As I'm getting a drink, someone bumps into me. I turn around to yell at them, and my breath catches in my throat. The person who bumped into me was gorgeous. He was the true definition of tall, dark, and handsome. I was getting hot just looking at him. He clears his throat and chuckles. I realize I'm staring. I blush from embarrassment. He holds out his hand and introduces himself to me."Hi, I'm sorry I bumped into you. Are you ok? My name is Wyatt." I look at his hand and try to get my brain to work. I grab his hand and say," Hi, I'm OK, thanks for asking. My name is Stella." We look at each other for a minute, then he asks if we could go somewhere more quiet." I asked him to give me a minute and I went to tell my friend where I was going and his name. just in case, better safe than sorry. After that, I went back to Wyatt, and we went to a restaurant down the street called Slammin' n Jammin. They had a terrible name but great food. We talked for hours, and I realized it was late, Wyatt offered to take me home. I admit I was a little drunk, but I thought he was sweet. We got to my house, and I asked him if he wanted to come in for a night cap. He smiled and said," I would love to." After that, it was all a blur. I wake up the next morning, and I'm alone. Was it all a dream? No, I'm sore down there. It slowly creeps back into my mind. We had a nightcap, and we continued until we started kissing. One thing led to another, and we wound up in my bed. If I recall, he was good in bed, especially since I was sore.I wish I got his number, but I must not worry about it. It's over. I won't see him again. The next day, I felt sick. I hadn't eaten anything different, so I know it's not food poisoning. It's not that time of the month, no cramps. I just always feel nauseous. Everything I eat, I want to throw up. Maybe I'll make an appointment for my doctor and see what's wrong. I definitely don't need to get sick. I just got a new shipment in today. I hope the new merchandise will boost sales this month. I own a little shop, and I sell haberdashery items. There is nothing like a good present for that special man in your life. I have always liked these types of things and felt like it was a*****e that was needed in this town. I called my doctor's office and got an early appointment for Tuesday. That is two days away. I hope I can make it that long without getting really sick. I'll make some soup for lunch and see how I feel then. As the day goes by, I still feel nauseous. The soup only made it worse. I'm going to have to close early so I can go home and rest. I hope this doesn't last long, I can't lose too much money. I lock up the store, get in my car, and head home. I get to the house, go in, and head straight for my room. I'm so tired, I'll take a shower tomorrow. I laid down and fell asleep. When I wake up, I have to run to the bathroom, and I throw up. Oh my God, what is going on? I started to think about where I would have gotten sick. Then I remember my friends and I went to the nightclub a couple of nights ago. The memories crash back to me vividly, Mr. Gorgeous, drinking, him taking me home, us kissing, me inviting him in, and then it all goes blank. I start hyperventilating. I can't be, no, I'm not. There's no way. I call my best friend, Tori, and she says ," I'll be right over, I'll stop at the store and be right there. We'll figure this out." About 30 minutes later, Tori knocks on the door. I let her inand she hugs me, then says,"Let's get this part out of the way," and she hands me a pregnancy test. I shake my head and go into the bathroom, open the box, and read the directions. A single tear falls down on the paper, and I rub it away. I need to do this so I know the answer. Whatever it is, I'll handle it. I have Tori. She'll help. I sit on the toilet, pee on the stick, and wait the 2 minutes. When the time is up, I peer over the counter, afraid of what I'm going to see. I see two pink lines. I cry for a minute, then wipe my eyes, grab the stick, and walk out to show Tori. She gives me a hug and says,"We'll figure this out, OK. Do you remember his name? It was the guy from the nightclub, right?" I look at her and nod my head, then tell her I only know his first name. We never got to last names. Tori asked what his first name was, and I told her it was Wyatt. A couple of weeks go by, I've been to my doctor, and the baby is healthy. I've decided I'm going to keep it, and Tori is going to help me out. She asked if I wanted to try and find the father, and I told her it would be too hard since I didn't know his last name.She said Ok but if I changed my mind to let her know. I really don't know what I would do without my best friend Tori. I went to work, and it was a good day so far.I went to go get my lunch, and as I stepped outside my office building, I heard a screeching sound. I looked to my left and saw the one thing that would wreck my world, my best friends care, a mangled mess. I screamed her name and ran to her car. She looked like she was unconscious. When the EMTs got there, they declared her deceased. She broke her neck on impact. I stood there and screamed my best friends name," No, No, No. Tori, I need you, we need you!" I put my hand on my belly and continue to cry and whimper her name. The next few weeks were rough after her funeral. It was a beautiful ceremony and I got to say my goodbye. Now I'm wondering what I'm going to do. I can't stay here in the city. It reminds me too much of her. I'll think about it soon, I need to recuperate and get back to work next week. I muse to myself and think,"Tori, I miss you so much. What am I going to do? Where do I go?" I get back to my office and find a letter on my desk. It asks me to come to the managers office. I wonder what this is all about?