"Where you going?"  Mia asks as I battle to get on a pair of boots.

"I promised Isaiah we'd talk tonight."

"Talk talk?" She asks.

"He needs to know right?"

"Thats what I've been saying for months Meghan." She says sarcastically and I roll my eyes.  "Keep rolling you eyes, you'll see that brain of yours back there."

"Goodbye Mia."

"Hey, make it quick or stay there, it's gonna snow tonight."

Giving her a small salute, I head out of the apartment.

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It's been five minutes since a knocked of Isaiah's door and he hasn't answered.

His truck's here so he must be here.

"Isaiah?" I open the unlocked door.  "Isaiah, you here?"

Following rustling, I walk towards his room.

"Isaiah?" I push open the door to her room. He's sitting on his floor with his head down and his back against the end of the bed.

The floor creaks as I walk towards him and he looks up.

"Meghan!" He shouts. "You're here."

My eyebrows furrow at the sound of his voice. "Yeah, I told you we'd talk."

"Talk?" He laughs and holds up a bottle of vodka. "Want a drink?" He's drunk. "Wait," He jerks the bottle back. "You can't have this, you're pregnant."

I've never seen Isaiah drunk before. He never drank in high school. It's weird seeing him in this state.

"Isaiah, can I have the bottle?" I reach out and he holds it on the other side of him, away from my reach.

"I told you Megs," He shakes his head vehemently. "This is bad for your baby." He slurs slowly.

"Isaiah, give me the bottle or I'm calling Cameron." I trying speaking to him like a child.

"Nooo." He whines. "Not Cameron. Shh. He can't know." He whispers. "I'm not supposed to drink without him."

"If you're not supposed to drink without him, then why are you drinking?" I'm curious as to why he's not supposed to drink without Cameron but I don't ask. Not that I'd be able to get a solid answer.

"We were supposed to talk... We were going to talk and y-you left."

"Well, now we can't talk because you're trashed."

"Sorry." He mutters, holding out the bottle.

"Thank you." I take it from him, then grab his hand. "Okay, Isaiah, stand up."

Once he starts to stand, he stumbles forward but catches himself. His lips are so close to mine and he laughs, looking into my eyes. "Hi."

"Uh," I lean away but he leans forward. "What are you doing?"

"I've missed you." He whispers, laughter gone from his features. He stares at my lips, wetting his.

"Isaiah, you-" He presses his lips to mine effectively shutting me up. He tastes like alcohol and his scruff scratches my chin.

Placing my hand in his chest, I lightly push him away.

He cups the back on my neck, shaking his head. "Please, Megs, kiss me." The nickname he gave me in high school sends shivers down my spine. "Please," His voice cracks. "I love you. I can love your son too. Let me please." Tears are running down his cheeks and I feel like I can't breathe. Tears start blurring my vision as he kisses me again. Not telling him was definitely a mistake. In this moment I realize even telling him won't fix this situation I've caused. And the worst part? I don't know how to fix it.

"Tell me you love me." He mutters, tightening his grip in the back of my neck. He's slurring his words and his voice keeps cracking.

"I love you, Isaiah, I do." I assure him.

"Oh." He smiles and lets out a relieved sigh right before his legs buckle beneath him. He passes out, becoming a dead weight, almost dragging me to the ground.

With a great amount of struggle I'm able to get him in the bed and cover him.

"Carter," I rest my hands in my stomach, trying to catch my breath. "Daddy, weighs like a thousand pounds."

The thought of Isaiah being a drunk crosses my mind. But a drunk can't hold a job right? Let alone one in the medical field.

Digging my hand into Isaiah's pockets I fish out his phone. When I turn his phone on, a photo of the two of us lights up the screen. It's from my eighteenth birthday, Isaiah has his arms wrapped around me and his lips are pressed to my cheek. I have a cheesy grin on my face. Why is this his screensaver? Putting that question on the back burner I try to unlock his phone guessing his birthday, his brother Tyler's birthday, and his old address. None of them work. Hesitantly, I try the day we started dating. Shockingly, the phone unlocks.

Apparently I was terribly wrong about what Isaiah has been feeling.

Looking through his recent calls I tap on Cameron's name. I need answers and I need them now.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Is the first thing Cameron says when he answers.

"It's me." I breath. "I need to ask you some things."

I hear rustling on his side before he clears his throat. "Okay, shoot."

"Why can't Isaiah drink without you?"

"How-"

"He's drunk. He passed out."

"What?! I'm on my way." He says and I hear him getting up.

"No," I tell him, leaving Isaiah's room. "I have him. Now, answer my question!" I raise my voice getting impatient.

"When you guys broke up he didn't take it too well." Cameron starts. "I didn't think too much of it at first, I let him drink you away for the summer. But, then school started... And he didn't stop drinking. He was failing classes, showing up to games trashed. NYU was ready to take his scholarship."

"How-" I can't even finish the sentence.

"You broke him Meghan." He says and I gasp. "But, he got better, then you're back." He pauses and my sniffling is the only thing we hear. "Meghan..." Cameron sighs. "You know I love you. You're like a sister to me. But this thing with the baby, I'm worried it's gonna break him again."

"It's his." I sob, not knowing what else to say.

"What?" He literally spits.

"I-"

"You lied to him?!?"

"I didn't think he wanted him." I continue sobbing.

"You didn't think he wanted your baby?" He scoffs. "You didn't think at all."

"I came here today to tell him. I promise I did."

"Eight months too late!" He yells, beyond pissed.

"I asked him if he thought about kids and he said no." I'm still sobbing.

"He hasn't thought about kids because you haven't been in the picture!" His anger seeps through the phone. I try to understand what he's trying to say. "Go into the room across from his."

"Why?" I sniffle, wiping my tears.

"Just do it!" He shouts. "It'll be locked but there's a key on the door frame."

Getting off the couch I walk down the hall. After quickly glancing in Isaiah's room to make sure he's still sleeping, I reach up and grab the key to the locked room.

"Why am I going into this room?" I ask as I unlock the door.

"Just open the the door."

When I look inside the room I'm completely caught off guard. It's a nursery. There's a crib and a dresser. A changing table and decor on the walls. There's also glass shards in the carpet and holes in the wall.

"This is the nursery Isaiah made for you and the baby the day after finding out you were pregnant."

My body feels numb and my brain feels like mush. I can't process what I'm looking at.

"The holes are from when he punched the wall till his knuckles bled. Right after you lied to him."

"I-"

"You messed up... big time. Now fix it!" He snaps and ends the call.

Now I'm standing in the nursery alone, my thoughts screaming at me.

"Oh Carter, Daddy did so good on your room. Mommy messed it up and I'm so sorry." I start sobbing again.

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