Separation Complex
Book Three in The Complex Series

Part One: Separation Anxiety

Andy's POV
*four weeks later*

It had been a month since I had last seen Raymeera. It was the emptiest month of my life. Every second felt like a minute; every minute, an hour.
I was still staying at Nick's place. There were just too many memories to go back to at the compound and I had contemplated going to the house I had bought for Ray and I, but it would just seem so desolate there. She still hadn't come to get her cars, I was using her Jeep to remind me she still existed and the bottle of perfume she kept in her console had a twin in my room that I'd spray on my shirts she used to wear. Sometimes, at night I thought I could hear her bike coming down the road and slowing at Nick's, then speeding off again. Maybe it was just wishful thinking or wanderlust.

While all of this happened, Trevor had met someone. We were all happy for him, of course, but there was something about this Tanya that made myself and the other guys wary. Tanya was the same height as Ray, mixed heritage with medium length black hair and a mysterious face - but not sexy mysterious - almost dangerous. Trevor had taken Tanya and Ray out for supper one night and, according to Nick, Ray didn't get good vibes off her either. Then again, what could we say, he was happy and we should be happy for him too.
I texted Ray daily; sometimes it was a conversation, sometimes short, blunt replies and sometimes, no reply at all. It was very rarely she took my phone calls; someone either answered saying Ray was unavailable and could she get back to me later. Those times were when I would get texts from her like "hi, sorry I missed your call. What is it you wanted to talk about?"
When we did actually talk - she wouldn't take video calls from me - it was always just general things like, "how are you and how's work." Nothing ever really of substance.
The closest I had come to seeing her was on TV or in the tabloids, dressed in her usual style to avoid the papz. She had taken to wearing jeans and tee's more now though as opposed to her confident cut off shorts and tight tops. I wasn't satisfied with it.
The truth was, the longer I didn't see her, the more anxious I became that this would become permanent and we would never end up together the way I had planned.
I finally broke down and lost all resistance and texted her:
“Hey, Ray I need 2c u its bn nrly a mnth n I miss u. Pls Ray, tell me ur ready 2c me?”
I was mildly surprised when her text tone rang almost immediately.
“Im ready 2c u bt wrkn on a prjct atm, cn I gt bck 2u wn im settld?”
All I respond with was a simple “k.”
The good news is she hadn’t blown me off or ignored me and she did want to see me!

I was really excited by this and invited the guys  over to celebrate. Nick insisted on bringing Tanya because she felt left out.

*Two weeks later*
She still hadn’t phoned me. No texts. It’s as though she flew completely off the grid. I texted and called sometimes five times a day but I never got a response. I didn’t let go of it though; I had the best epiphany yet.
“Hey Nick, can I use your phone to see if Ray takes the call? She still won’t accept mine or reply to my texts.”
He handed it over without any questions or qualms.
It rang four times before she picked up.
“Hey Nick, it’s been a while. What’s up?” Her voice had a tremble to it; almost like I had caught 
“Actually it isn’t Nick, its Andrew and you have been avoiding me. You said you were ready to see me then cut me out completely. I miss you Raymeera and I love you the same way I did back then. I was insecure and I didn’t know how to handle that but I’m not going to let it go so easily Ray. I cannot spend my life without you. I need to see you and it has to be today still.”
To my thorough shock she said okay and that she also had something to discuss with me then rattled off an address saying it was her new apartment.
I scrambled for a pen and paper and wrote down the address then merrily said “Great, I’ll see you in the next 30 minutes.”
I hung up without giving her the chance to argue with me. She didn’t have a choice this time.
Before I left, I went to my room and slipped the rose shaped engagement ring into my pocket. I wasn’t letting her go without a fight and I wanted this now more than I did before. Life with her was beautiful and full of color – now everything was just black and I couldn’t write or play or even eat. I wanted my Porcelain back; TODAY.
Ray’s POV
I had moved – the memories of Andy lingered in my house so for now I used the apartment I kept when I felt emo. Andrew was never going to leave my head; even when I was dancing I couldn’t get him off my mind because of memories of us dancing together – be it for fun or when we were working.
I kept in touch with the guys and even went for supper with Trev and his creepy new girlfriend. Something about her switched me off.
I looked at my calendar. My period was late by a week and I thought it was stress but in the back of my mind I knew I had run out of birth control two days before the night we got home and I had intended on going to the pharmacy for the morning after pill but as I was having my last smoke when Tamar came in and put a gun to my head. Needless to say, after Andy asking for “time apart” I fell to pieces.
It was like everything was black. I wanted it all to stop. There was far too much pressure on me and that’s when Andy’s text came through asking about if I was ready to see him. I lied about being on a project and being ready. I needed time to see if this was a scare or if it was for real.
I waited a week, every text or call of his I ignored. I listened to voicemails he left with tears in my eyes knowing it was now heading for my second week of being late.
By the third week, I decided to just go to the pharmacy. I bought five different home pregnancy tests and did them all as soon as I walked into the house.
I stared at all five tests showing up as positive. I was pregnant with Andy’s child and I didn’t know what to do with it. He wanted a separation and me being pregnant might be seen as an attempt to keep the relationship afloat.
At that precise moment my phone rang with Nick’s number showing up. I never ignored Nick’s calls because usually, he would give me an update on Andy. I knew he wasn’t doing well and was in as deep a depression as me. I was shocked out of my skeleton when it wasn’t Nick but Andy and I think out of shock, I told him to come see me and said I had news for him.
I felt a wave of nausea, tied my hair in a bun and ran my hand over my stomach and felt a definite little bump. The wave of nausea overtook me completely and I ran for dear life to the bathroom throwing up my entire breakfast.
Andy was on his way here! I rushed about trying to hide the tests and change into jeans and a baggy shirt. If I wore my cut-offs and tee’s he’d notice the bump and the cuts on my legs. Yes, I had been going through that phase again.
The doorbell rang and I took a deep breath in. It was time to do this.