Either You Do...Or You Don't

Chapter 1:

Allison’s POV:

I blinked as I stared down at the little white stick with two small pink lines on it and I felt my stomach churn. Pregnant.

“Fuck…” I mumbled to myself. Not that being pregnant was a bad thing…it just wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

James and I weren’t even on speaking terms at the minute…things were going good four months ago, when he proposed to me, but they went sour quick.

He’d been in a bad mood for being out for the rest of the season and the guys ended up losing in the first round of playoffs and he continuously blamed himself…It was difficult enough trying to mend things from before, but it was harder with him being constantly moody and pissed off. We still live together, however…we just don’t speak…I sleep in one of the guest bedrooms most nights and he is usually out late, unless Nolan and Lyvia are with him.

And another reason I’m not too pleased to be pregnant is that there is a chance that the baby isn’t James’… We broke up for a week or two and in that time I slept with a guy I had met at the bar…

James’ POV:

“I just don’t understand why you’re still with her if you’re unhappy.” Engo remarked throwing his gear into his bag

I sighed, “It’s complicated…”

“No it isn’t. You just don’t want to be alone.”

“That’s not true, Engo…” I started

“It isn’t?” Engo interrupted, “Then please indulge me on why the fuck you’re still with this bitch even though she cheated on you multiple times and one of them was recent!”

“The recent one wasn’t ‘cheating’ because we weren’t together…and like I said…it’s more complicated than I can explain, okay? Drop it.”

“Leave Lazy alone, Engo…” Geno said, shoving Deryk and smiling

“Thanks, G.” I said rolling my eyes, “Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you guys tomorrow…”

“You aren’t coming to the party at Kuni’s?” Flower asked, as I walked by him.

I shook my head, “I really got things to think about…and I’m just not up to coming to another party alone and I’m not inviting Allison..so…no…”

“Alright, man…see you tomorrow then. Just remember, though, no matter what you decide…to stay with her or end things, I’m always gonna love ya.” he said, nudging me.

“Thanks, Flower…nice to know you love me.” I replied sarcastically before heading out the door and putting my stuff into the trunk.

Ding. My iPhone beeped, signaling a text message. I glanced down and saw the three words any guy dreads the most…We gotta talk.

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