one night stand

~2~

My mind was racing as I made my way to my car, my nerves climbing with every step. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this - driving to Billie's house to talk to her face-to-face about the fact that she got me pregnant. The sun beat down on me as I navigated through the traffic of LA, its warmth doing little to soothe the knot of anxiety in my stomach.

I fidgeted with the ring on my finger, trying to pay attention to the music playing in an attempt to soothe my thoughts, but nothing seemed to do the trick. My mind kept returning to the conversation I was about to have with Billie. How will she react? Will she be mad? Nervous? Excited? Speechless? The uncertainty was almost unbearable, and I felt like I was going to be sick. But I had to keep going, I had to tell Billie, no matter how uncomfortable it might be.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I pulled up to the black gate in front of Billie's house, my nerves reaching a fever pitch. I took a deep breath, summoning all my courage as I rang the buzzer, waiting anxiously for her to answer.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard the click of the gate and Billie's voice filtering through the intercom, telling me to come in. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I drove up to her house, parking my car and taking a deep breath before knocking on the front door.

Billie opened the door with a small smile, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as I looked at her. I forgot how beautiful she really was. She invited me inside, and I followed her into the living room, my eyes darting around nervously as I tried to find the right words to say. I hadn't even really seen this part of her house when I was here. It was dark and she had taken me directly into her bedroom.

"What's up? You look nervous?" Billie questioned, as she sat across the couch from me, our bodies facing each other. My hands were shaking as I fidgeted nervously on the couch, my eyes fixed on the floor as I struggled to find the words to say. I knew this was going to be hard, but I had to tell Billie the truth.

My stomach churned as I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the inevitable reaction. "Billie," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I need to tell you." I looked up, my eyes meeting hers, and I took another deep breath.

"Okay?" She held the word for a moment, her voice laced with confusion.

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, my heart racing as I watched her face for any sign of her reaction. The silence in the room was deafening, and I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of her stare. I waited, my heart in my throat, as she processed what I'd just said. I had no idea how she was going to react, and I was terrified of what might happen next.

Billie's eyes widened in surprise as she took in my words. "Is it mine?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my own voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes," I said, my throat tight with emotion. "It's yours."

I watched as a range of emotions flickered across Billie's face - disbelief, shock, and then finally acceptance. She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, we sat in silence, the weight of the moment heavy between us. With a deep breath, I waited for Billie's response, my heart racing as I braced myself for the worst.

To my surprise, Billie's next words weren't what I was expecting. Instead of anger or frustration, she simply asked, "Are you okay? How have you been feeling?"

Her concern caught me off guard, and I struggled to find the words to respond. "I...I don't know," I said finally, my voice shaking slightly. "It's all just a lot to take in."

Billie nodded, her expression softening as she reached out to take my hand. "I understand," she said gently. "I'm still processing what you just told me," she chuckled lightly.