I Wish I Loved you

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NINETEEN

[Anastasia’s POV]

I ran my finger up Tyler’s bare chest, “Okay... any tattoos?”

We laid in the bed, legs tangled underneath the sheets. Now was as good a time as any to ask random questions. He kissed the top of my head.

“Yep, I actually have a couple. Had to get a few removed.”

“Ooh, tell me stories.”

“I don’t know if you want to hear these stories.”

“Of course, I do.”

“Alright, um, I had a few girl’s names-” I gasped. “Hey, I warned you, if you get offended it’s not my fault... I got those removed anyways. Then, there’s my lucky number.”

“Which is... 46?” I asked, recalling the number tattooed on his wrist.

“Correct.” He held up his left arm, displaying the number with his last name under it. It was in a small black print that made it look like it was ironed to the back of a jersey.

“And you played... soccer, right?”

He made the sound of a buzzer, “Erht! Baseball and football, but-”

“Football only junior and senior year, ha!” I finished with a triumphant smile and looked up at him.

“Good job,” he chuckled and leaned down, kissing my lips this time. “My other tattoo is one I don’t even remember getting.”

He leaned over, exposing as strip of skin on his midsection with a sentence tattooed there.

“Day before bachelor party, no tattoo; next day, this.”

I read it aloud: “Property of Anastasia Scott.”

“Probably courtesy of my best man.”

“And who was that?” I asked. I could not stop laughing.

“Old college buddy named Elijah.”

“Sounds familiar... introduce us?”

His smile grew, “Sure, if you want.”

I laughed until I couldn’t anymore and settled back into my position in Tyler’s arms. I felt safe and loved between those two arms, even if we just hugged with all of our clothes on, which had been rare these last few day. It didn’t take long for my mind to wander or for my fingers to find their way to his chest, tracing circles and lines up and down the middle.

“Got any favorite foods?”


Mackenzie and I sat in her office at the studio after hours, refusing to talk about anything (especially the one big thing), we were simply just being there for each other. She hadn’t even spoken to me since I showed up. When I walked in she hugged me and then went to typing on her computer.

I sighed, finally unable to stand the humongous pink striped elephant in the room. I put my pen down for the first time with a smack, causing Mac to look up at me and stop typing.

“What?” she asked me.

"What? Is that even a real question, Mackenzie, seriously?”

“Yes, it is. What the hell’s wrong with you, lady?” she asked, looking back to her computer screen.

“Hello! You’re pregnant, Mackenzie.”

“Thank you for the heads up, Annie,” she said casually, without looking at me, “but I’m very much aware of the human being growing inside of me.”

I dropped the papers in my lap on the top of her desk with a loud this which made her jump and look back at me.

“What are you doing in that computer?”

“Nothing,” she lied and glanced at the screen again before looking back at me, “I- I’m just...”

“Before you answer, I just want you to know that I’ve known you since kindergarten, and that you aren’t getting anything past me because you’re a terrible liar.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, because you always tell on yourself.” I held my hands out, “Prime example.”

“Technically, I didn’t admit anything about my online shopping, I just asked if I was really a bad...” she trailed off, realizing her mistake, “oh.”

“Exactly. Now what are you shopping for?” I asked with a smile spreading across my face. I was a sucker for online shopping- okay, I’ll be honest, I was borderline obsessed.

“Well...” she closed her eyes for a second in a way that showed me that she was reluctant, “I’m already getting pretty... big, so I thought I’d get an early start on-”

“Oh, my goodness, you’re maternity shopping already?” I exclaimed before standing and coming around the desk.

She turned off the computer screen, “Shhh!”

“You are!” I smiled and gave her the tightest hug I could manage with a stomach like mine. “Ooh, can I help? I let you help me.”

“True... I refuse to go to a store though-”

“What? But that’s the best part!”

“That’s just makes it too real.”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s already real, idiot, you’re getting fat, pregnant fat.”

“That’s something I never thought I’d hear.”

“Want the truth?” I asked. She looked up at me, giving me the cue to go on “I dreamt about this, that we’d get pregnant at the same time... just know that we’re going to hate each other a little, once we both get to the more aggravating parts of it all.”

“And when’s that?”

“Soon,” I answered quickly, “very soon.” She nodded and what felt like hours, but was more like a minute, of silence passed, “... Mac.”

“I don’t know, Anastasia,” she sighed, her voice cracking. “I know I sound like a such a whore, but it’s not that I’ve slept with so many people since then, I really just don’t know. I can’t think back and remember who did... well, this.” She pointed to her stomach, and I felt a lump rise in my throat.

I had a few ideas. I mean, my best friend wasn’t a saint, but she wasn’t a slut either. I didn’t say any of that though, I decided to focus my support more on her instead of the baby’s possible father.

“Do you at least have an appointment scheduled at the hospital or the clinic or something?”

This time she nodded and turned her computer screen back on, revealing the online store. I giggled at the array of pregnant women modeling the clothes, Mac let a smile form through the tears for what felt like the first time in a few days.

She sniffed, “Pull your chair up, bestie. I need a shopping buddy.”

“Well, if this is the closest I’m going to get to maternity clothes shopping with you-”

“And it is.”

“Then, I’ll take it,” I finished, a smile on my face. I set my chair next to hers and sat down in it as I commented on a piece of clothing, “ooh, that’s pretty. How much?” We sat in front of her computer going though the virtual catalog.

After who knows how much time, my phone rang and I reached over, without looking at the caller ID, to answer it, “Hello?”

“Hello, beautiful,” I felt a smile spread across my face accompanied by a faint blush at the sound of his voice, “you comin’ home any time soon?”

“Um, I don’t know. Why?” I glanced over at Mackenzie, who kept her eyes trained on her computer screen.

“No reason,” he said, “I’m just feeling a little clingy. I miss you, babe.” I felt my heart flutter a bit at his words.

“I miss you too. I’ll try to be there soon, okay?”

“Alright, I’ll be here... watching every Star Wars movie ever made.”

I shook my head, “You’re too old for that.”

“You’re never too old for Star Wars!” he defended himself.

“Whatever,” I said with a chuckle, “bye.”

“Wait,” he stopped me, “do you need a ride?”

“No. I’m fine, I’m sure Mac wouldn’t mind giving me a ride and if she did mind, this is New York, I’m sure I would be able to call a taxi.”

“You better not, my wife does not be ride in a taxi after six o’clock.”

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes, “I’ll call you if I need a ride.”

“Alright, good. Bye, Ana.”

“Bye.” I hung up the phone, then reached over and dropped the device in my purse, which sat in the middle of the desk.

I looked back at the computer and pointed to a pair of maternity pants, “Ooh, how much are those?”

“Twenty bucks. Think they’re worth it?” she asked.

I nodded, ”I think so, but this is about you.”

“I’ll get them,” she moved her mouse and clicked on the picture, adding it to her cart.

“Let me borrow ’em?”

She chuckled, “I think I have to buy them first, Stace.”

“Right, you’re right.”

We continued looking for a second before she said, “So... what was that phone call about?”

“Huh? Oh,” I waved at hand dismissively, “just Ty asking when I’m coming home.”

“Aww, that’s pretty cute.”

“It’s nothing, he just worries about me.”

“Don’t even try that bull on me, Anastasia Scott‐Meyers, I know you’re banging your husband.”

“What?”

“You and Tyler are doing... it, the frickle frackle, grunt match- I could go on forever.”

“Please, don’t. And no, we’re not,” I lied. I wasn’t trying to hide it, but what Tyler and I had for the past few days was just so damn nice. I didn’t want to ruin it. To shatter the prefect dream by making it reality.

“The lie detector determined, that was a lie.”

“Mac-”

“When? Sometime last week, right?” Okay, that was pretty accurate; a few days without telling anyone had turned into a week.

’...She is my best friend, she’ll figure it out anyways,′ I thought. So, I cracked, “... Yeah.”

Mackenzie let a squeal that I honestly thought made my eyes bleed. After making I, in fact, wasn’t deaf or bleeding from the ear canals, I looked at her. She barely contained her happiness, biting her bottom lip in a lousy attempt to do so.

“What the actual hell is wrong with you, Mackenzie; who just screams like that?”

“I’m so sorry, I‐‐”

“Lies,” I interluded.

Ignoring me, she gushed, “I’m so happy for you guys!”

“Thanks.”

“W‐ well, tell me what, what happened? You guys go from staying at least a foot away to sex, when... how?”

“Okay, that’s exaggerated.”

“It would be nice if you looked over that and told me what happened.”

“A fight, I guess. If that’s what you would call it.”

“Makeup sex, the best kind.”

I rolled my eyes at her words, “It was after our date, the night before your surprise baby shower.”

“Oh, now I feel bad. I interrupted.”

“Yes, you did, but it’s totally okay.”

“How does that even work for you guys though, you’re kinda, like‐‐”

“Huge, with people living inside of me?” she nodded. “All you need to know, is that Tyler says where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

She laughed, “Gosh, look at us, we’re two knocked up best friends. One getting dirty for the first time in a while, the other not getting dirty for the first time in a while.”

“Yeah, we’re something.”

“...You’ll come with me to my appointment at the clinic, right?”

I nodded, “Oh, definitely, you’d be lost without me.”

Mac stood up and hugged me tightly, “Thanks. I love you, Anastasia.”

“I love you too, Mackenzie. And I’m gonna help you, where and whenever you need it.”

“You’re an amazing best friend.” She let me go and stood up straight, “Now come on, it’s seven. Let’s get you home before Tyler hunts you down.”

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