Page 34 of Pyscho
It doesn’t matter that we slept together, it doesn’t fucking matter that she believed I’d sleep with Misty right after her, she knew she could always fucking come to me and the fact she didn’t hurts.
I keep my eyes open, looking for the Hyenas, but I don’t see any, making me roll my eyes as I reach the room Ivy is in with Luna, who didn’t think twice about helping us with this. Slowly, I reach for the doorknob and open it without making a noise before walking inside.
Luna side eyes me and gives me a slight nod while Ivy, fuck me, she doesn’t even look like my Ivy right now and if anything, she looks miserable.
The dress is big and puffy, something even I know she wouldn’t pick for herself, meaning her Mama picked it. Her hair is down in big, massive curls, again, something she never would have picked for herself.
Ivy used to say the flower clip I gave her for her sixteenth birthday would keep her hair up and out of her face while she married the man of her dreams.
I thought I was that man until I had found out she agreed to marry another, a fucking wanna be mobster…
“I’ve come to love you, Ivy,” Luna says and knowing that is my cue, I slowly shut the door behind me, getting Ivy’s attention, but she pauses as Luna says, “Which is why I’ve had a little help on this.”
“Wait, what are you?” she begins, and I quickly come up behind her and place the cloth over her mouth and nose, my arm around her stomach, but I tense, feeling the hard bulge.
She’s pregnant, Ivy is fucking pregnant.
I move my arm further up as to not harm her small bump while I try and focus on the task at hand before I fall a fucking part.
Is it mine?
Is it the groom's?
Am I making a big fucking mistake?
Was I wrong about the reason she and Hayden are getting married?
Did I make shit up to believe this is what she would want?
Ivy begins to struggle against me, and I quickly put my mouth to her ear and decide to answer some of my questions. I whisper, “Don’t fight me, cupcake.”
She freezes, bringing her left hand, which doesn’t even have an engagement ring on and places it on my arm just above the little bump and she squeezes it tightly but not to move me, instead she holds it there and relaxes into me until she passes out in my arms and I quickly take her weight, removing the cloth from her mouth and I gently lay her on the floor to make it easier to carry her out bridal style.
I swallow hard as I gently place my hand on her stomach and eye it.
“She didn’t deny me,” Luna whispers, “When I accused that the baby is yours…”
My eyes tear up, and absolute pain filters through me.
“She never told me,” I croak, “Fuck, was she ever going to?” and Luna sniffles.
She’d give anything to be in this situation, and here I am…. Fuck.
Sniffing hard, I crouch and quickly put my arm underneath Ivy’s head and an arm underneath her legs, and I pick her up as I slowly stand to keep my balance.
“Psycho,” Luna whispers, but I shake my head, look at her, and mutter, “I can’t, Luna, not right now. Sorry, sweetheart.”
Her tears fall and she quickly wipes them away as she takes in my pain and rasps, “When you are ready, I’m here, no matter what, even about babies, I am here so please don’t push me out, or Leo, we’re your family and you will need us.”
“I promise I won’t cut you out,” I say and she nods once then walks past me, squeezing my arm in the process before opening the door and I walk out of the room with my girl and our-our, fuck, and our child in her stomach.
“What the fuck is she wearing?” Venom growls as I carry her to the truck, Luna following closely, keeping her head down knowing I’m on the verge of falling apart while Venom snaps, “This has Mama all fucking over it!”
Blade, however, ignores him and confirms, “So Clara is the reason for all this?”
I grunt out a ‘yes’ as Luna opens the back door and as gently as I can, I lay Ivy in the back before gently pushing away her hair from her face.
Seeing how heavily her makeup is, my jaw ticks, again something she never does.
