Don't Let Me Fall(98)

Mhm. That’s what I thought. When I made this cake for Jacky’s wedding, Matty complained the whole time saying it’ll taste like shit and it looks like shit so he’s not going to

eat it. He had more than the other guests did. He just doesn’t know I have another cake hiding at Logan’s place waiting for me to devour it.

“Here,” I said letting him have it. “I don’t want you to starve.”

“You’re the best. Love you, Becky,” he said stabbing the fork into the soft chocolate cake. I almost attacked him when he put it into his mouth but I controlled myself. I will

eat that cake later. “Logan wants you,” Matty said with a full mouth. “They’re outside.”

“Who’s outside?” I asked.

“Everyone,” he deadpanned.

When Matty shoved the last piece of cake into his mouth, we walked outside. Aimee and Caleb are whispering to each other on the swinging chair, Darren and Alyssa are fighting over

cake near them, and Victor, Jon and Adam are busy telling Finn that he needs to stop having sex and study because his grades are slipping in college.

It’s pretty fun to watch actually.

Finn rolls his eyes and tells them what they want to hear but I know he won’t do it. He’ll just grab Gaby and have his way with her in the laundry room when he walks into the

house any minute now.

Kevin, Juan, Max and Shaun are over too with their newest girlfriends. I honestly don’t know why they’re here. I don’t know why everyone is here actually. Kelsey just told me to

come by after the wedding. Why everyone is sitting in my dad’s backyard is a mystery to me.

“Can you walk any slower?” Matty asked behind me.

I stopped and made him bump into me.

“Don’t rush me, bitch,” I said.

“Whatever, chubby whore,” Matty said raising an eyebrow as he smiled. My mouth dropped. I know he means that in the nicest way possible but it’s still weird because he knows I

f*cked a lot of guys before I dated Logan.

“f-uck you! Logan said I was too skinny so he shoves food down my throat,” I snapped.

“Yeah. He just wants you fattened up to get pregnant.” My jaw dropped even further. “Are you pregnant? Because you look like you gained some weight. In a good way. Becky?”

I blinked.

Logan wants me to get pregnant?

Why does Matty know this and not me?!

What the f-uck!

Tears pricked my eyes as I thought about it. Logan never talked to me about this. We’re happy the way we are. I don’t want kids. I mean…not right now.

I’m getting choked up because I never thought about this. Shit. I don’t want to get pregnant because of my tattoos. I’ll look weird afterwards.

“I don’t want kids,” I whisper sobbed.

Why am I so damn emotional?!

Matty’s smile dropped as he saw the change in me. “Shit…um…nevermind. Becky, I was joking,” he said, his eyes scanning the crowd because he’s nervous. “Want more cake?”

“Ugh!” I pushed him out of the way and walked back toward the house. I’m not comfortable. I want out of these flats and I want to be in my bed…eating a bowl of ice cream. I just

want to be alone…with food.

“Becky!” Matty tried to grab my arm but I jogged my way back into the house, toward the freezer. I pulled out a carton of ice cream, grabbed a spoon and walked to the living room.

I sat my ass down and turned on the TV.

Now I’m comfortable.

Wait…wasn’t I suppose to be outside?

I don’t remember and I don’t care.

“Hey,” Logan said walking into the living room, eyeing the ice cream. “Why’d you run away?” God, just looking at him makes my libido spike.

“I was hungry,” I said licking the spoon with ice cream. “And Matty called me fat. I’m stress eating.”

Logan slipped onto the couch and turned off the TV.

“You’re not fat,” he said. “You need to gain more weight actually.”

“Yeah,” I said rolling my eyes. “So I can be prepared when you knock me up.”

His eyes widened as he went tense.

“You don’t think about it?” he asked softly, his damn blues taking me in. “Us. Together. Starting a family.”

I ate another spoon of ice cream because I can’t answer that. I never thought about it. I just wanted us to be…happy. We are. Why add more with little messy babies?

“Are you ignoring me?”

I didn’t answer him.

“Aw, don’t ignore me,” Logan said rubbing his nose against my shoulder. “I might cry.” He’s making fun of me. I’ve been emotional for the past week. What an *. His lips

traveled up my arm to my neck and it was getting harder and harder to ignore him. “I love you.”

I took another spoon of ice cream and nudged him away.

“Why’d you two leave?” Toby asked behind me. “Oh, did you…” Logan looked up and most likely told him now isn’t a good time. Toby walked up to us, I think he shook Logan’s

hand and then he left us alone.

“Can I tell you something?” Logan asked reaching for my hand. He unhooked it from the ice cream carton and pressed something into my hand. My eyes tried to see it but Logan turned