Wishes (working on title)

Ginger fell apart in his arms. "I'm... sorry." she cried. "I was just trying to be a good friend, but what I did could hurt you." she cried. "I'm so sorry... I'm sorry Matt." she said.

He just held her close in her arms. He let hr cry. "What's wrong Ginger? What's wrong?" He asked softly, gently.

Ginger looked at Matt the look she gave him made him drop his arms. "I made a promise to Chloe and I kept it, I didn't care how it happened, I just needed to help her. I'm sorry I dragged you into this." she apologized.

He took a step towards her. "Ginger, what did you do?" he asked. "What happened? Tell me." he demanded.

She looked down, her fingers lacing together, "Chloe was my best friend when I was a transfer student just for a little while when I went to Greece." she explained, her eyes were red rimmed. "Chloe was in a car accident, that was brought on by me, I was drunk. Chloe went to the hospital, I was fine and the doctor told her she couldn't have children."

"Oh, God, thats horrible." Matt said looking down at Ginger. "What else? You not telling me something."

Ginger looked up at Matt trying not to break down, but it was difficult. "I promised Chloe that I would get pregnant, and give her my baby." she said.

"What does that have to do with me?" Matt asked. "Why would-... Oh, Ginger..." he said. "Are you pregnant?" he asked.

Ginger nodded.

Matt gulped. "Who's child?" He asked, feeling like she had just drove a stake in his heart.

"Yours." She breathed, trying not to cry.

He couldn't think. swhe was going to give his child to some stranger he didn't even know?! "I see." He said.

Ginger looked at him, he was staring blankly, he didn't say anything,

"Please, say something." she asked.

He looked down, not at her, away from her.

She at least wanted him to say he hated her, at least there would be some emotion in it. Ginger saw when he turned around and put his hand over his forehead.

"Matt, please just say something, anything... Please." she whispered the last part.

He looked at her. "How could you do this to me?" he asked. "I really, really trusted you."

"I know, and I'm sorry." she said.

He didn't know what to do or how to react. He just starred past her. "You ae giving her our baby?" he asked, still in disbelief.

"Yes." She said softly.

A million emotions washed over him. She used him. she used him for her friend. She was ashamed of what she had done with him. she didn't wat a life with him. she didn't want to be with him. She had just used him to have this baby for her friend.

He shook his head and sat down before he callapsed. He didn't even want to think of what it might have been like to have a family with her. It hurt too much to see the little child she was carrying as his. He gulped and blinked, holding back all the tears and emotions.

"Matt, I just need you to know, I didn't plan it ever since I met you it just happened." she explained. "You don't have to help me. I know your probably mad...-" she started.

"Probably mad? Probably mad? No Ginger, there's not any type of emotion out there for this feeling." he said. "I don't understand how you could do this to me."

"Chloe was-"

"Did she have any part of it? Did she know you were going to pick someone random."

"No, but your not someone random. I love you." she said.

"Ginger that is complete bull, if you loved me you wouldn't have done this." he said.

"I know what I did was wrong Matt, believe me I'll lost sleep over it. Now I don't expect you to be apart of this baby's life, and I don''t know if you want to be there when it's born, but I do you need your permission to give the baby to Chloe." she said.

Matt growled. "No."

Ginger blinked. "But...Matt-"

"No Ginger, no buts. That child you are carrying is part mine, part yours. I want it. I don't want some girl I don't even know taking care of MY child!!" He hisssed.

"Matt-"

"Ginger, I don't care who the heck she is. I don't care what happened in the past. That is my child. Our child. I want you to have it and keep it. And if you give it away without my consent, I will sue your friend for all she is worth. I'm not giving away my child. For any reason!"

"I'm sorry." she whispered again.

"Don't be." he said, although he didn't sound like he actually meant it.

"I didn't plan it." she said.

"Are you sure?" he asked her, "because from where I'm standing, looks like you sure as hell did." he said. "How far along?" he asked.

"A couple of months." she replied weakly.

He tried not to get mad. "You knew?! This whole time?!"

she shrank back. "Matt..."

"Are you sure that's even my child?!" he hissed.

"Yes, it is!" she said defensively.

"Really? then if you love me, how the hell are you able to give our child away, huh Ginger?" He was furious now. "Catch you later. Maybe your friend can give you a ride home. Or you know what? Since you two are so buddy buddy, maybe you can move in with her."

He turned and left, slamming the door as he left. He got in his car and broke down, tears streaming from his face. He grabbed his cell and called a friend of his. "can I come over?" he asked.

"Uh...sure." She responded. "Is everything okay?"

"Tell you when I get there." Then he started his car and drove off.

Ginger still cried on the entire way home, Chloe had driven her. Ginger layed in the back curled up in a ball. She wanted to apart of his life and she did want him to believe her that she did love him. It was true, she did.

"Ginger, you know he's going to be in love with that little baby." Chloe said in perfect english, OK so Ginger had lied about that too. With that said Ginger laced her fingers and rested them gently on her belly.
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Ginger was finally home, she got into the house partly relieved and partly disappointed that Matt's truck wasn't there. She finally went to sleep on the floor, feeling too tired to even open her eyelids she drifted.

Matt made it home late. He saw Ginger curled up on the floor. he picked her up and carried her to her bed. He took off her shoes, and tucked her in. He loved her. He just felt so betrayed. did she even want to keep his baby? Or was she just...using him more?

He sighed and went into the kitchen. He started cooking. He wasn't tired anyways. He just cooked and cooked. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep that night.

Ginger felt someone pick her up, but she was too tired to fight them. She just wanted to sleep. She was exhausted. No one knew how many things that were rushing through her brain.

Her eyes fluttered open struggling to wake up. She smelled something, smelled like grease and bacon. Ginger threw her hand over her mouth and dashed to the other side of the house. She almost tripped over a rug, and slammed the bathroom door. Morning sickness... beautiful. She started puking in the sink. Her stomach churned and turned in knots. It was all she could do pressing her hands against it.

Matt heard a noise and saw Ginger rushing to the bathroom. He ran in after her and held her hair back as she threw up. He gently rubbed her back, just waiting. He stroked her forehead as he waited for the sickness to pass.

She was shaking, not because of Matt, but because she had a horrible phobia of throwing up. She hated it, more than anyone in the world. Her stomach heaved more, she threw up more than she ate in the entire week. Matt held her hair out of her face and there was a warm hand on her back. Her hips pressed against the edge of the counter.