One Night is All it Takes

I sat there at approx. 10 pm watching 88 flash back and forth on the screen.

"Order anything you want. Watch the game I don't care."

I have sat here since 4, not knowing what will happen when Patrick comes back, turning the tv on and off and on and off. I wasn't hungry at all, so I decided against food. Sitting there I realized I had not eaten since the night before, Pre-Baby news. I couldn't think about food at the moment. I stared at the screen, 88 was all I saw. Next to the TV was huge windows, I could see the whole city of Chicago lit up. Looking 10 stories down I saw people walking on the streets in jackets, due to the brisk October air.

The Blackhawks were playing the Islanders that night, and in the second period, Patrick had gotten a goal. "Did he forget about me already?" I thought to myself. Hoping he didn't forget his child growing inside me. Again, totally not ready to be a mom. I decided that sitting in front of the TV was not going to do me good, and I would begin a hunt around his apartment for something that showed that this barren apartment did, in fact, have a resident. I started at the fridge which I felt would have a picture of patrick and his family or a dog or even a hockey magnet..something. What I got was a clean, stainless steel fridge with not even one finger print on it. I then went to the bedroom to which I walked in, remembered what happened here, and then quickly walked out. I sat on the couch again, giving on looking for anything about my child's father and collapsed into sobs again.

The door behind me swung open and I saw the same blue eyes that lured me into this apartment the first time, only now they were scared and vulnerable.

"Thank god. I thought you would have left already."

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked, starting to gather my things.

"No. We are going to talk about this like I said before I left." He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. He turned around and saw the money on the counter. I saw him look upset about it. He raced over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me.

"When is the last time you ate?" He asked. Almost entirely forgetting about the baby.

"I don't know."

"Charlotte."

"Last night at dinner I guess."

"No. No. You are eating for two now, Charlotte you have to eat."

With that I scooted away father from him, "Since when did you become a baby doctor expert? Patrick you don't know the last thing about parenting and believe me i'm right there next to you. How are you so calm about this? My world is now thrown upside down and all you care about is me not ordering some pizza? You don't even look shaken up like before you left for the game!"

"Charlotte you do not understand how much I am freaking out on the inside right now! And you not eating is making it worse. One of us needs to be a rock here, and i'm taking the responsiblity! Like an adult! I can't be a freaking father, you know the two things I know? How to put a puck in the net and how to get a girl in my bed. That's. It. I don't even know if this baby is mine! We used a condom!"

"First of all, I can 100% promise you that this baby is yours. Second, condoms break, and I guess that is what happened here. And third- Why are you saying us like we are married? We slept together in August and in total said about 25 words to each other! I came here to tell you because you have a right to know, in the end you don't make the decision, and you probably are not going to become a father because i'm really thinking about adoption right now!" I said that last part about adoption without thinking. I don't know where it came from, but I instantly regretted saying it as soon as I saw Patrick's face fall.

"Adoption?" Tears started streaming down his blue eyes.

I realized that I was practically yelling when I told him, so I quieted down to a whisper and took his hand as he sat on the couch. "Patrick... you and I, we don't know the last thing about parenting. Remember where we met? A club! This isn't an environment for a baby, and there are so many parents out there that are ready and willing and will give him or her a happy home."

He sat there quietly. "I forgot that a baby has a gender there. It's an actual person, not a thing, a real life person with a gender and everything. I wonder which gender it is."

We sat there in silence watching the TV, now muted, replaying Patrick's goal in the 2nd period.

"I'm so scared to be a father Charlotte. But something deep down inside of me is not wanting you to give that baby up for adoption. I don't really know how this will work, but i'm willing to step up and try here Char."

"I know Patrick, I am scared too but I can't do this! I have no car, debts, a cramped apartment, my bakery..."

Patrick looked me right in the eye and said these next few words. "Live here."

"What?!"

"Well if you decide to keep the baby, I don't see why we wouldn't."

"Patrick, two people with a baby that was a complete accident who have had sex once and not gone on a date do not move in together."

"Why?"

"What the hell Patrick? Why are you acting like we are married! I didn't choose to be with you the rest of my life! What if I want to date?"

"Then date." He looked me in the eye. "Charlotte you just said your apartment isn't good for a baby. Mine is somewhat better than yours I assume. There's another bedroom down the hall that can be yours. And you can have....guests.. uh.. come in and out as you please. Plus, during the season I won't be here all the time- the rent I pay on this place is astronomical- I want you to be here so you can be safe with the baby."

I sat there for a moment, thinking about the pros and cons to the situation. I can't just move in...right?

Patrick broke the silence again, "I'm not looking for an answer tonight or tomorrow but I do want one. To be honest, i'm sick of the club scene and being a total drunk loser who takes girls home...sorry. But, I want to do this, I really want to and I want you to know that."

Tears flowed down my cheeks again, thinking about all the decisions that I would have to make in the next couple of days, "I will Patrick. I will."

"In all seriousness Charlotte, i'm not a total idiot and I know you have to eat. I'm gonna order a pizza. Is cheese alright with you?"

"I know this was gonna seem weird..like super weird. But, is there anyway you can get pineapple on like half? Just pineapple- pineapple pizza always has made me feel better I don't know why." I smiled, he already thinks i'm insane there's no going back now.

"I love pineapple pizza." He smiled and phoned in an order for pick-up.

About 30 minutes later, Patrick returned back with the pizza along with some root beers. We sat on his couch eating pineapple pizza talking about baby things.

"I don't even know how to change a diaper." He said frustrated, inhaling a third piece of pizza.

"That's what youtube is for. You think I do patrick? Also, If I stay here, everything is going to need to be baby proofed- these big windows already make me nervous." I smiled.

"How about you make a decision first. Do you want to stay here tonight, you are more than welcome to, its already 2."

"Jeez, I didn't realize how late it was. Let me text Jenna, I can tell her im staying... for the night."

I walked over to my phone where I saw 10 messages from jenna, all asking where I was and making sure i'm okay.

Charlotte: Hey Jenna, I am fine. I will explain what happened tomorrow. I am v tired and do not want to go out at 2 am so i'm gonna stay here tonight.. no funny business I swear.

Jenna: Make sure you are okay. Don't worry about work tomorrow, I can cover you all day. Enjoy your day, and really think about what you are gonna do.

I looked down at my outfit, I had on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. Somehow, Patrick read my mind and showed up in an oversized Kane tshirt and a pair of pajama pants that were big on me.

"Thank you" I murmured as I went into his bathroom to change. When I came out we looked at each other in the living room.

"Guest bedroom..or.." He began, clearly not knowing what bedroom I was going to take.

"I don't wanna be alone right now Patrick." He nodded, completely understanding, took my hand, and led me into his room.

I got into the bed and he tucked me in and walked to the other side. I started crying again, out of no where. All the memories of the room rushed back to me and tears glided down my cheek. He put his arm around me and I nuzzled into his chest.

"I'm so scared." I whispered into his chest.

"So am I, but we have each other. Shhh, you're okay." He whispered back.

Slowly, I stopped crying, and he eventually fell asleep in the same position with his arm around me and my head on his chest.

The thing was, at that exact moment, I was not scared. Sure I was scared for the future, in the same room that my life was turned upside down it, and Patricks body right next to mine, I have never felt safer.

Notes

HEY GUYS SORRY :)) i'm going to try to update more I'm so sorry:))