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Mandy's POV
I can't believe this is happening. F**k!
I sit in my car, parked outside Mandy's house, my fingers tapping restlessly against the steering wheel. My jaw tightens as I replay the events that led me here.
It all started with a simple text—from her mom, of all people.
"Hi, Dreid. Please take Mandy to her first check-up tomorrow. She needs someone with her, and I'd appreciate it if you could help."
I stared at the message, the words making me feel trapped. How do you say no to a mom? Especially one who asked so politely, with that unspoken weight of expectation behind every word. Refusing would feel like kicking a puppy.
So here I am, stuck in this mess. Waiting for her. That girl who somehow turned my life upside down overnight. My life was chaos before, but at least it was my chaos. Now it feels like everything's spiraling out of control.
I glance at the door, sighing. Whatever. I can deal with Mandy for a few hours. If not for her, then at least for her mom's sake.
Wednesday Night (Throwback)
Candelaria Residence
"I'm not marrying that woman! I swear to whoever is listening!"
My voice echoes through the walls of our cold, spacious house.
"Whatever you do, whatever you say, it doesn't matter!" Dad's voice booms back, his face a mask of fury. "YOU ARE MARRYING MR. ROPYENDAZ'S DAUGHTER, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"
Mom's voice is quieter but no less damning. "We've warned you for years, Dreid. Every choice you make has consequences."
"But Mom! I don't love that girl!"
Dad's eyes blaze. "THEN WHY DID YOU SLEEP WITH HER?"
"Because I was drunk!" The excuse sounds weak even to me.
"Is that a good enough reason? You don't get to destroy a girl's life and walk away. Be a man and take responsibility. This discussion is over."
Mom sighs. "I'm sorry, son."
Present – Outside Mandy's House
I slam my hand against the horn. It's been an hour, and I'm losing my patience.
Finally, the front door opens, and a guy steps out. My eyes narrow. Andrew Ropyendaz. Captain of the basketball team—and Mandy's older brother.
He strides toward my car, eyes blazing with irritation. He knocks on the windshield. I roll it down, already bracing for a fight.
"Yes, Captain?" I mutter.
"Get out," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I step out, my jaw clenched. No one dares disrespect the team captain, not when basketball is everything at our university.
"If you're here to pick up my sister, knock on the door like a decent person. Your horn isn't welcome here."
I follow him inside. Mandy is sitting on the sofa, eyes fixed on the floor. Andrew gestures for me to sit next to her.
I hesitate.
"Suit yourself," Andrew says coldly.
I sit down. Mandy's eyes flash with annoyance. She stands abruptly and moves away.
"What the hell, Andrew?" she snaps.
I smirk. "Wow, not even excited to sit next to me?"
She glares at me. "Don't flatter yourself."
I lean in closer. "Can we just go?"
Her voice is ice-cold. "Check-up at noon? The OB-Gyne's office doesn't open until 1 PM."
"So what? At least we'll be early."
"Whatever, Dreid. Just don't talk to me." Her tone drips with venom.
I grab the remote and flip to NBA Premium.
"Seriously, Dreid?" she snaps.
She flips me off before stomping upstairs.
I sink back into the sofa. Surprisingly, their place feels more like home than my own house.
Mandy's POV
I can't believe he showed up at my house to take me to the check-up. After everything he said, I don't think I'll forgive him anytime soon.
I watch him from the doorway, lounging on the sofa like he owns the place. I don't understand why he's even here.
"Let's go!" I say, grabbing my bag.
He doesn't budge. "It's only 12:39. I thought you said 1 PM?"
"We're twenty minutes away. We should leave now."
He ignores me, eyes glued to the TV. I've had enough. I smack him with my bag.
"Damn it, Mandy!"
"Get up and get out!"
I storm out the door. A few seconds later, I hear him follow.
In the Car - Mandy's POV
I lean against his car, waiting for him to open the door for me. He walks past and gets in without a glance.
"Don't tell me you don't know how to open a car door?" he sneers.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever."
I slide into the back seat, arms crossed. The silence is suffocating. He keeps checking his watch and phone, like I'm not even there.
I sigh, staring out the window. Everything about this feels wrong—being in the same car, the quiet tension between us. I wish this were just a bad dream.
His phone rings. He glances at me before answering.
"Yes? Shantal?"
I don't know why, but the name makes my shoulders tense. I turn up the music in my headphones, trying to block out his conversation. My eyes stay glued to the passing streets, my thoughts a mess.
"Yeah, I'll pick you up around 4. See you later. Take care... Okay."
The words hang in the air. I press my lips into a thin line, not because it bothers me emotionally, but because it reinforces how complicated this whole thing is.
What the hell am I even doing here?
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This isn't about feelings or jealousy. It's about responsibility. We're just two people stuck in a situation we didn't plan for.
At the Clinic
We arrive at the clinic. Dreid gets out first, looking bored.
"Do you want me to come in with you?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you think?"
We step inside, and eyes turn toward us immediately. I hear the whispers.
"Isn't that...?"
"She's the one who..."
My cheeks burn. I want to disappear.
Suddenly, Dreid's arm slides around my shoulders. I stiffen.
"Let's go, Mandy. I'm excited to hear our baby's heartbeat," he says, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
I know it's just for show, but a tiny part of me is grateful. Some of the whispers fade.
We sit at the back of the waiting area. My hands shake, but Dreid takes one and squeezes it gently.
"Relax," he murmurs, his voice surprisingly soft.
For a moment, the arrogant jerk is gone.
"Miss Ropyendaz, it's your turn," the secretary calls.
I take a deep breath. "Yes."
Dreid stands with me. We enter the doctor's office together.
"Good morning, Doc," I say.
"Good morning, Miss Ropyendaz. Is he the father?"
"Yes," Dreid says firmly.
We sit, and after a few questions, the doctor asks me to lie down. Cool gel touches my belly. Dreid stays by my side.
A few seconds later, a soft, rhythmic sound fills the room.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
My baby's heartbeat.
Tears prick my eyes. That's my baby. Our baby.
I glance at Dreid. His eyes are fixed on the monitor, his expression unreadable.
"The heartbeat is strong and normal. Congratulations, Miss Ropyendaz. Or should I say... Mrs. Candelaria?" the doctor says with a smile.
My cheeks flush. I'm not ready for that title.
But for the first time, a flicker of hope warms my heart.
To Be Continued...