Finding Grace

Andy POV

Who was she talking to?
I heard Leah giggle in the other room and scowled. Who the fuck was making her giggle?
I couldn't make her giggle!\

Me: is Leah talking to Vale?
CC: when r they not talking man

That was true.
I frowned.
I felt kind of shitty going around asking who she was talking to when I could just ask, but I didn't want her to think I was jealous or anything.
Leah stepped out of the baby room, chattering like I haven't heard her do since before the pregnancy. She walked to the kitchen, laughing.
"I know! They're not the same pink! You think that one would look better? I do too, yeah."
I twisted suspiciously on the couch as she walked back to the baby room, a glass of milk in hand as she went.
She had her sound turned down suspiciously low so I couldn't hear the voice talking, when usually it was so loud everyone in the room could hear the conversation.
So who the fuck was talking to my girlfriend?
Wife?
Whatever.
I mean, I wasn't worried she would cheat on me --- look at her.
I had absolutely no worries, plus she couldn't even leave the apartment.
And I'd be damned if --- stop, I ordered myself. You're being an asshole.
"Zaiv, come on! Which color?"
ZAIV? WHO THE FUCK WAS ZAIV?
I bristled, and got to my feet huffily.
I would just fucking ask.
I strode to the door and nudged it open, seeing Leah had printouts of different paint colors taped all over the walls as she tried to figure out which one she liked best.
"Leah?"
"Yeah?" she turned to look at me.
"Who're you talking too?"
She hesitated a split second. "Zaiv, from the, uh, baby store. They wanted to know which color we wanted the baby bed sent it."
"Oh, okay." Why was she lying to me?
Leah wasn't as good of a liar as she thought she was


Leah POV

Why did I just lie to him?
Oh yeah, he would flip dick if he learned I was talking to Xavier and probably hunt the poor guy down and punch him again.
I didn't even know why I was talking to Xavier again other then the fact he actually listened to me and gave his opinion on what I asked instead of "whatever you want," or "just pick one."
I was so tired of getting those shitty answers.
Andy frowned at me, and I could tell he didn't believe me. But he just shrugged, turning around and shutting the door like he didn't really give a fuck after all.
Well, fine!
I mean, I knew I was the size of a house and could squish a witch if I landed on her, and I would never willingly cheat on him or anything, but he could at least show a little bit that he cared.
That he was still a little jealous.
Unless he thought "why worry she's the size of the Titanic who would want to look at her let alone try to steal her away?"
Which kind of made me want to cry.
"Leah?"
"Yeah?" I turned my attention back to Xavier as he spoke; my thoughts weren't exactly heading in a good direction.
"You okay? You got awful quiet."
"Um," I glanced over as I heard the front door slam, and guilt squeezed my chest, "yeah, I'm okay. It was just Andy."
"Right, and you're not supposed to be talking to me. What is he, your dad? You can talk to whoever the fuck you want too."
"It's not like that and you know it." I sighed, sitting down heavily on the bed. I'd been feeling so energized the past couple days and I'd been working on setting up the room. I'd gotten the dresser cleaned and aired, so a lot of the baby clothes were now neatly folded inside smelling like laundry detergent and not mothballs, though the closet was another story since Andy had yet to get the old clothes out.
And no matter how much I febreezed I couldn't make the place not smell like a bar.
"Babe, you gotta get out of that apartment. You can sit in there for the next three months and be the good little housewife, it's not your style."
"I'm not endangering my baby, Xavier! She's my priority, and I'm not leaving this place except to go to the doctor."
Which I actually had to do tomorrow.
And Andy was supposed to come with me for the checkup.
"Fine, don't rip my head off," he sighed in my ear. "But you know where I am if you need me."
"I know," I sighed, my eyes roving over the room. "And I appreciate it."
I glanced at the phone, seeing I had a text. I clicked him on speaker so I could read it.

Ashley: what did you say to Andy?
Me: about what?
Ashley: he's over here drinking my bar, what did you say to piss him off?

What?
I bit my lip anxiously. I'd only lied to him about who I was talking too, it shouldn't be a cause for him to run off and drink.

Me: I didn't say anything ? What's going on?

"Leah?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you want me to come over?"
"You know what? I do."
If he could go off and drink and leave me here, six months pregnant, by myself to suffer, then I could have a fucking friend over!

Me: let him stay the night if he's getting drunk
Ashley: are you guys ok ?
Me: yeah. Oh, n I have a drs appt 2mrw he can't miss at eleven
Ashley: uhh okay ... R u sure everythings okay? Who is Zaiv ?

Fucking Andy!
"I'll text you the address and see you in an hour?"
"Totally, yeah."

Me: Zaiv is the guy from the baby store who calld 2 check on our order. Andy is an asshole who doesn't believe me

With every right, it wasn't true. And now I was really going to push it and invite someone into his apartment that he absolutely despised...
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Me: changed my mind, meet me at the park here ?
Xavier: uh, you can't leave the apartment remember?
Me: fuck it, I'm leaving. You can meet me there or not
Xavier: fine, jeez, I'll bring twizzlers

He knew me so well.
I grabbed my coat as I left the apartment, my keys tight in my hand.
This could go one of two ways and both of them were probably bad.

Notes

So Xavier has returned to the picture with flying colors so far, but if Andy finds out he'll blow a gasket!
And of course he'll find out xD

Sorry for the weekend lapse, you guys!