Chapter 8...Freaking Friction

I woke up and I heard singing from the shower. Was Dawson singing? I didn't know he could even do that. But of course he had a beautiful voice. The tension between us since the accident had somewhat settled down over the past few weeks, but it wasn't completely gone. I made him sleep on the couch for at least a month. He had lost my trust.

"So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song, The butterflies fly away!"

What the heck?! He's so loud! What is he singing?

As I made my way closer, I couldn't believe my ears. Was he really singing Miley Cyrus? I pushed the bathroom door and it opened. There he was swaying to her singing, while washing his hair. He hadn't heard me come in. This was hilarious. I grabbed his towel, I was going to have a little fun.

"Really Miley Cryus?" I stated snapping him out of la la land.

"Jesus Christ! Danielle you're gonna give me a heart attack!" He shouted.

"Aren't you a little old for her?" I teased.

"No!" He stated on the defense. He started looking for the towel.

"Looking for this?" I asked holding his towel at arms length.

"Danielle, I don't have time for games give me the stupid towel," he laughed. "Danielle, I'm serious I don't need to be late again." I challenged him with my stubbornness.

"You know what forget it! I don't need a towel. I'm not embarrassed of what God gave me," Dawson gloated. "I know you're dying to get another glimpse." He started to walk out of the shower and I closed my eyes sheepishly. I held out the towel in defeat.

"You're really tempting right now you know that?" he whispered in my ear, grazing my neck. I struggled, but then just began to sigh. "You're bed head looks very similar to your sex hair." I felt him try to pull me closer to him. Luckily I felt the soft texture of the towel against my thigh.

"Dawson, can you please for once in your life stop thinking with the head in your pants?" I grumbled, and then tore myself from his arms. I grabbed my things and headed to the guest bathroom to take a shower. I locked the door behind me. I had, had enough of Dawson this morning.

Work was awful. I couldn't get the kids to settle down, and the teachers kept giving me awful looks. It made me sick to my stomach. In fact during my lunch I had to excuse myself to go throw up they made me so nervous. I felt like I was back in middle school.

"What was the matter with you at lunch today?" Suzie asked walking into my room after school. I really didn't feel like talking to her. I had a major headache, and so many papers to grade. I had kinda slacked on my job. It felt like I had the worst case of brain fog.

"Noting just a little tummy trouble. I've probably caught something from my kids," I sighed typing in my grades.

"Or you could be pregnant," she laughed. "Knowing my cousin and his past history that's a possibility."

I was confused by her comment. What did she mean by her cousin's past history. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing I just meant he's a sex addict," she laughed. I didn't want to laugh, but I was on the job whenever I was around his family so I did.

"You are right about that," I stated. "He is a sex addict."

I was grading papers on the couch when Dawson came barging in. He tossed his jacket on the back of the couch and that's when I noticed the bandage on his hand.

"What did you do to your hand?" I asked.

"I punched a wall," he stated walking to the kitchen.

"Um why did you do that?" I shouted.

He walked back into the den drinking a beer... "Are you pregnant?" He asked. I looked up from my papers and just stared at him like really? "Because my mother barged into my workplace to yell at me, for having to learn about your pregnancy from Suzanne," he sighed taking another swig of his drink.

The smell of beer made want to hurl. When he sat down beside me it got stronger, and I couldn't handle it. I ran to the bathroom to gag and puke.

"Are you sure you're not pregnant?" He asked standing at the door.

"Yes! I just caught something from my kids at school," I sighed. He looked at me as if he didn't believe me. I got out my phone to look at my calendar, this should shut him up. "Plus my period doesn't come til... til four days ago. Shit I'm late!"

"Well plenty of women are late, it could be stress from work, from my family," he stated trying to look for excuses.

"Dawson, I've never been late a day in my life!" I hissed. I couldn't remember anything from that horrible night. It was all blurry. "Did you use a condom?"

"What?" He asked confused.

"Did you use a condom the night you took my virginity?" I hissed.

"No I thought you were on the pill! I know you keep them in your night stand," he started looking at me like I was crazy. First of all, he was in the wrong for snooping through my things, but he was right I had been on the pill. I also stopped taking it two months ago because it because it had made me gain weight and break out.

"We're both screwed!" I sighed leaning my head against the wall. He sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"What do you mean we're both screwed?" He asked cautiously.

"If you hadn't been so focused on getting me in bed, I might have been able to warn you that I had stopped taking the pill," I sighed frustrated.

"Well shit," he shouted shutting his eyes.

This was just great. Goodbye virginity, hello baby.

I started crying. Why I don't know. I just started crying. Dawson didn't say a word he just pulled he into his arms. We sat there and he let me cry on him. He didn't make one crude remark, he was actually serious.

"What are we going to do?" I asked softly eventually breaking the silence.

"We're going to plan a wedding," he replied.

"What do you mean we're going to plan a wedding?" I asked. "Are you freaking crazy? You don't want this baby!"

"I mean I'm going to do the right thing and marry you. I don't want my kid to come from a broken home. It will need both of its parents in its life. I'm taking full responsibility," he stated. Oh, he was trying to be responsible. Where had this Dawson come from? This wasn't him.

"I don't get a say in any part of this?" I asked wryly.

"Danielle, I'm serious, I don't believe that abortion is the answer. If we had time to make it, we have time to raise it," Dawson stated. I was stunned.

I just got up and stormed off to the bedroom to grab my pullover and my car keys. I didn't like being ordered around. He wasn't the boss of me. I had to get out of here and fast.

Dawson followed me and shouted, "Where do you think you are going?"

"I have to sometime to myself. I just found out I'm freaking pregnant, and you're trying to force my hand into a loveless marriage," I yelled back and he looked at me like I had just slapped him. "Whatever. I'll be at my sister's"

As I drove to my sister's house I began to cry again. I didn't even bother to wipe the tears from my face, I just let them fall.

When I reached Abby's apartment it was really late, and I could tell I had woken her up.

"Dani, what's the matter why are you crying?" She asked worriedly pulling me into her apartment.

"I'm pregnant," I sobbed. Abby just pulled me into her arms and let me cry.

"Dani, this is not the end of the world, you're gonna be okay," she reassured me rubbing my head. I felt like an idiot. I was an idiot.

"Abbs, I really miss Mom right now," I stated hugging my sister.

"I know Dani, me too," she stated then kissed my forehead.

Abby was kind enough to let me stay at her apartment. For a few days. I didn't even try to go to work. I called in sick, I told them I had the flu. Secretly that's what I wish I had.

It had been a week since my fight with Dawson. He had tried to call me multiple times but I didn't answer them. There was nothing he could say that would make things better. He sure as hell wasn't the boss of me. Our argument kept replaying in my head.

"Dani, have you talked to him at all?" Abby asked me as I was playing with Bryson in the living room.

"No," I sighed reluctantly.

"Dani, you're gonna have to face him someday," she stated.

"I feel overwhelmed," I stated. "He says he wants this baby, but I don't believe him."

"Why wouldn't you believe him?" Abby asked confused. That's when I remembered that she didn't know I was Dawson's fake fiancé.

"Can I tell you something without you totally judging me?" I asked shyly. Abby tensed. "I don't believe him because Dawson was paying me to be his fake fiancé just so his mother would leave him alone."

"What the hell?" she shouted. I knew she was a little upset with me.

"One night though we got drunk, and well you know the rest," I stated.

Just then the buzzer rang. Abby got up to answer it.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Danielle?" The voice asked.

"Oh my god, Danielle I think it's Dawson," Abby shouted. I was shaking my head as to tell her to tell him to go away. "Is this Dawson?"

"Yes, who is this? Abby?" Dawson asked.

"Why yes it is," she laughed.

"Is Danielle here?" he asked.

"Yes she is," Abby replied. I wanted to kick her. The traitor.

"May I come up? I really need to talk to her," Dawson begged. Then Abby pressed the button to let him in.

Great! Uh Not!

Dawson walked thru the door, and my body tensed. His face wasn't shaven and he was in sweats. The man was in sweats. He looked remarkable even at his worst. Sweats are not supposed to look good on anyone.

Abby excused herself and took Bryson to put him to bed.

"Danielle, please come back," Dawson pleaded. I just looked at him. "Danielle I miss you. I need you, and I want to marry you. I want to raise this baby with you. I fucking want to share the rest of my life with you."

"Dawson, you don't want this," I sighed. I really wanted to believe what he was saying, but I couldn't. Our whole relationship has been a con. We just happened to get lost in our own con.

"Danielle, I want you," he stated. "Please let me prove it to you."

I just sighed and nodded my head. I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed to go back with him. There was so much friction between us it wasn't funny. What in the world has happened to me? I no longer knew what was real, and what was fake. I felt like I was in some kind dream, and I just couldn't wake myself up. I had gone from being his fake fiancé to being his real knocked up fiancé. Karma had bit me in the ass sooo hard.