Uncharted

I didn't even bother telling anywhere where I was going before I was out the front door of the church and into my car. My fingers quickly sent a text to Brooke, though I was pretty sure she would be unable to read it. I was shaking...badly and it was nearly impossible to hit the correct keys on my phone. I finally just sent what I had and hoped she would understand.

The drive between the church and the hospital was a blur. I knew I had driven there and parked my car, but I remembered nearly none of it. My mind was consumed with other things. I walked into the hospital, heels clicking with every step, and made a b-line for the front desk. "Maternity ward..." I paused, looking around frantically for any sign of Patrick or Jonathan, "please?"

The nurse pointed to her right without a word. I quickly ran down the hall, forgetting that I had heels strapped to my feet. The moment I turned the corner, my heel slipped from under my one foot and I felt myself going down. Thankfully, a strong set of arms caught me before I hit the floor. Lucky for me, Jonny had come to my rescue, yet again.

"How is she?" I burst out, regaining my footing and looking around again. I wanted a sign, any sign, that my best friend was okay, and so was the little baby she was about to bring into the world.

"She's fine, Bailey," he said, letting go of me as soon as I could stand on my own. "Her and Patrick are in the delivery room."

"I have to go see h..."
"No, you don't. Well, more like you can't. We can't go in until after the baby is born."
"Why not?! I have to.."
"You don't have to do anything. Now, sit."

It wasn't until now that I realized he was being short with me. There was a hint of anger in his voice, but I wasn't entirely sure why. I took a seat without much more question. I partially expected him to take a seat next to me, but he didn't. Instead, he disappeared around the corner where I had just come from.

"Ohhhhh...kay...." I said to myself, taking my jacket off and laying it across my lap. I had decided to ignore Jonny's anger and went straight back to being anxious. I didn't have time for his attitude, and even more, I wasn't in the mood for it.

My eyes travelled down to my phone where I noticed the one text message I had. I opened it up quickly and read over it. I had just gotten to the last word whenever his voice hit my ears. "You chose to check your phone now?" He hissed before sitting next to me.

"I was kind of working one of most important weddings of my career this morning," I shot back, looking up. "And what exactly is your problem?"

He took a sip of his coffee, which I assumed was the reason he had disappeared, before he spoke again. "So you couldn't step away for two seconds to actually listen to a voicemail?"

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest. "Not when I have a bride who's bitching that everything is wrong with her dressing room and a drunken groomsmen who went missing. Plus, I figured you were just going to say something about this morning and how I le..."

"I don't give a shit that you left, Bailey."
"Then why the hell are you being a royal ass to me right now?"
"Because you should have answered your phone. I shouldn't have had to call you eight times to get a response from you." His voice was hard, and I felt like there was more to think than what I was getting. "The only person Sara wanted was you, and I couldn't get your ass here to see her before she went into the delivery room. I thought you actually gave a shit about your best friend.... Guess I was wrong."

My jaw dropped at his words. There's absolutely no reason for him to say anything like that...at least no reason I knew of. "You know damn well that if I could be here when you called the first time, I would have been. I'm sorry I have a fucking job that requires me ignore my phone once and a while."

He chuckled slightly to himself and shook his head.

"What is really bothering you? Since I have a strange feeling that there is more to this than me not answering my phone." I knew my words came out cold and defensive, but they had to. If he was going to be this way with me, I had ever right to fire back.

At first, he said nothing. I could tell his was thinking of how to phrase whatever words were about to come out of his mouth. Finally, his mouth opened. "You were right. I'm pissed off that you weren't there when I woke up this morning. You could have fucking said something, left a note, done something to prove that you give a shit. You just left, Bailey. Do you have any idea how much that sucks?"

"Do you have any idea how much it sucks to hear that your boyfriend didn't tell you that he might have gotten another girl pregnant? Huh? Leaving you alone in your bed doesn't even come close in comparison." My words escaped my lips louder than I had hoped, which caused us to get looks from those sitting around us.

We sat in silence for what seemed like eternity. I didn't want to speak in fear that I might just blow up at him again. Normally, I could keep my anger in check, but this was one of those rare moments when I knew whatever I said was going to come out in a shout.

"I thought we might actually be able to fix things," he finally said, though it was barely audible.

For some reason, those words hit me like a brick. "You...you don't want to fix things?" My words weren't much louder than his.

"I don't know what I want anymore, Bails."

I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to make of his words. All I knew was that they were making me hurt. I felt the tears begin to creep up behind my eyes, but I was quick to blink them away, hoping he hadn't noticed. Of course he had. Just as his mouth opened to speak again, a nurse appeared in front of us. "You can go and see them now."