"He just freaked out." I tell Thatch, sitting with him on my bed. "He doesn't want a doctor to tell us."
"Why not?" Thatch lays down at the foot of the bed and sprawls himself out. "That's the only for sure way to know."
"I tried to tell him that, but he just doesn't want one." I say. "He'd rather I talk to Maverick."
Thatch widens his eyes, and props himself up on his elbows. He knits his eyebrows at me and tilts his head to the side.
"Hold up." He says, acting as though he's trying to get his thoughts in order. "He won't get a simple blood test, but he wants you to go ask Maverick if he came or not?"
I shrug and it sends Thatch into a fit of laughter. He laughs for a good couple minutes and snorts, trying to catch his breath. I don't want to laugh but his is just so contagious. I giggle to myself and then push him on the floor. He lands with a thud and then starts laughing again.
"Thatch it's not funny he's upset." I tell him as he climbs back onto the bed. "This is serious."
"I'm sorry it's just funny." He says, recovering from his laughing. "Why would he want you to do that? I don't know it just seems weird to me."
"Look, he told me that a very big part of him doesn't want to know-"
"How can he not want to know?" Thatch cuts me off, completely confused. "It's his."
"Okay Thatch as much as you and I want to believe that, in reality there is a fifty percent chance that it's not." The words taste unbelievably horrible in my mouth. "Last night, he told me he wants to move away. After his fights are done..."
"What?" He asks in shock again. "Is he serious? Rachel you can't move away-"
"It's not like I want to." I say, feeling my heart get heavy. "But with everything that's been happening, maybe it's best that we do..."
"You can't be serious Rach." He says, sitting up now. "Your family is here, your mom, me, everything. You can't just pack up and leave."
"Thatch I love you, I know that moving sounds bad." I tell him, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. "But it won't be right away."
"Rachel you can't-"
We're interrupted by the slam of our front door. For a minute we both freeze, stunned in pure fear of what or who could be down there. But all of our fears are dismissed when Marshall's familiar voice calls up the steps.
"I'm coming up Rach." He says, and I hear his heavy determined footsteps coming up the stairs.
In a matter of ten seconds he's opening the door. My heart jumps when I see him. He managed to make something as simple as a white t shirt look undeniably sexy. His eyes however, speak another language. They're dark and seem to be the source of my fast paced heart. I know that look. He sees Thatcher sitting on the bed and wastes no time in dismissing him.
"Get out." He says bluntly, an action that makes my heart tense up with fear. Nobody tells Thatch what to do, not even Thatch.
"Nice to see you too." Thatcher smiles at him.
I nudge him on the shoulder and shoot him a look. He sighs, and then rises from the bed, making his way over to the door. He and Marshall exchange a long power struggle type of stare with each other before Thatch pushes past him. Marshall slams my bedroom door and locks it behind him, ensuring that it's just the two of us in here.
"How did you get in here?" I ask, realizing that he might've just broken into my house.
"The door was unlocked." He tells me, walking over to where I am on the bed.
