Broken

Twenty Nine.

Chris and I couldn't keep our hands off each other during the ride to a different hotel. Since the nominations were released, the paparazzi were flooding the hotel we had interviews in so we snuck out the back to stay somewhere else.
Our kisses were passionate and full of lust. I scratched at his chest, kissing the beauty mark on his neck. His beard tickled my forehead. The window partition lowered a few inches.

"We're about fifteen minutes out, Mister Evans." The driver said as he kept his eyes on the busy New York road. Chris thanked him as the partition went back up. We readjusted our bodies to sit normally into the seat.
"What do you want to do when we get in the hotel, baby?"
"I'll give you one guess." I purred into his ear. I bit his neck. He growled as he brought his hands to my arms to push me away and hold me firmly.
"No biting." He chuckled.
"That makes me want to bite you even more." I broke free from his grasp to give him more kisses and bites on his neck.
"Wait, wait, wait." He begged. I didn't let up. His whimpering and growling only turned me on more. I somehow managed to straddle his lap while still fighting to bite him. I sunk my teeth into the skin directly under his beard. An angered moan escaped his lips. His hands grabbed my hips so tight that it made me squeal. I used his chest to help me sit up straight on his lap. "Is this revenge for biting your thighs in L.A.?" He whined. I giggled, raised an eyebrow and nodded my head slowly. His little chuckle made me smile. His hands massaged my butt. "Only took you a month." My smile faded.

"L.A. was a month ago?"
"Yeah, just about." He replied quickly. He lift himself from the seat to kiss me. I avoided his lips. My eyes shifted around as I did the math in my head.
"Oh, shit."
"What?"
"I'm late." I whispered. The car came to an abrupt stop assisting in jolting Chris' body back to the seat. His eyes widened after realizing what I was talking about.
"Are you sure?" He finally asked after what seemed like the longest silence. I nodded my head. His hands rubbed my forearms as my eyes filled with fear. "It's okay, babe. Let's go get a test. Excuse m—"
"No!" I interrupted Chris trying to get the driver's attention. "We can't walk into a store to buy a pregnancy test."
"You're right."
"Umm.." I tapped my fingers on my thighs. "..oh! I can send Mykie. She can meet us at our room." He nod his head assertively. I leaped off his lap to find my phone. I have never seen my fingers type a text so fast. I sent it with hopes that she didn't fall asleep. I watched the screen desperately awaiting the text to change from Delivered to Read. I glanced over to Chris. He was already on his phone replying to Megan's billion texts. My phone buzzed with a reply from Mykie:

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

I released the air from my lungs. At least that part worked out.
"I knew I could rely on her. She'll be at the hotel in 20 minutes." I shook my phone throwing it back into my purse. Chris was silent. I kept my eyes down. "Are you okay?"
"I'll find out in about 23 minutes." His voice stung my chest. It was emotionless and bleak. His eyes looked out the window to the tall building as the car pulled around the side for a more secretive entrance.

We met up with Megan, Chris' publicist, so she could check us in. Chris was silent the entire time. Even if Megan asked him a question, he would only nod or shake his head.
The elevator felt like it was taking hours to get to our floor. I text Mykie our room number then messed around on my phone to give Chris the impression that I was fine with him not talking to me. But I wasn't.
Our luggage was brought up to the room within a few minutes of us arriving. Chris tipped the two men $200 each. They thanked him numerous times as they left the room. I peeled off the pleather jacket to hang it in one of the closets. A knock on the hotel door sprung me into a sprint to it. I peeked through the peephole to see Mykie. It wasn't like her to not be smiling. I opened the door and pulled her inside. We both slammed the door shut to hug each other.

"Do you want me to stay?" She whispered. I shook my head still holding her tight.
"No, it's okay." I whispered back. We held each other by our arms. Her eyes shifted to something behind me and forced a smile. I glanced behind me to see Chris sitting on the small couch. I smiled at him. I turned back to Mykie when I didn't get a smile back. She pout her bottom lip. "It's okay. I'll text you." She nodded her head slowly. She reached inside her jacket to bring out a plastic bag wrapped around a bright pink box. "You're a lifesaver."
"We'll see." She waved to Chris behind me and left the room.
I didn't say anything else to Chris. I briskly walked back to the bathroom. Every time I peaked out the bathroom after peeing on the stick, he remained in the same spot. Emotionless, quiet and frozen. If I were going to find out the results of something like this, I would want to know with the other person. I wrapped the test in a hand towel, right side up, and walked up to Chris.
I placed the test on the table alongside my phone still counting down the time. I resisted the urge to sit close to him. I cleared my throat to ease into the awkward silence.

"There's a minute left. I think we should find out together." I said softly.
"Okay." He whispered back.
"Are you mad that I might be pregnant?" I shocked myself at how I blurted out the words aggressively.
"No. I—" He leaned forward with his elbows on his legs and covered his face with his hands. I stared at him until he lowered his hands. "—I wasn't expecting this to happen so soon."
"So soon? Wait.. you want to have a baby with me?"
"But I want to be married to you first. Call me old fashioned." He sat back onto the couch and crossed his arms.
"You want to..marry..me?" I said between sharp breaths. The words terrified me. The timer on my phone chimed scaring me more. I leaned forward to stop the timer. When I returned back, Chris was already holding the test, still covered by the hand towel.
"I do want to marry you." He whispered to me. We looked into each other's eyes then back down to the test. The hand towel fell down to the floor.