DANCING ON MY OWN (Charlie Puth)

E P I L O G U E : 3

October 7, 2017

Charlie's p.o.v

I smile at her while she sleeps, taking in the way she snores ever so slightly.

She is beautiful...

*flashback*

"I'm pregnant."

My mind wouldn't even let me digest her words. Of course I knew what she said, I know what that means, but I couldn't even process it.

"Charlie?" Mia almost begs for a response from me. I can see how much it pained her to reveal this to me.

I gulp and nod in response, unable to even form a sentence.

We are having a baby.

"Charlie?" She pleads this time, placing a hand on my shoulder. I place mine over top of hers and she lays her head on my chest. I'm sure she can feel my heart beating out of my chest.

We are going to be parents.

"Please say something." She whispers, a fat tear slipping down her cheek.

"I'm going to be a dad?" I finally sputter out, I feel my own tears forming in my eyes but I try my hardest to hold them back. She nods her head lightly, and I can tell she's just as lost about this situation as I am.

"Holy shit." Is all I manage. That's probably not what she wanted to hear, but I'm way too overwhelmed to tell her all the things she needs to hear. I'm not angry by any means, I can't think of anything I would want more than starting a family with the girl of my dreams. I'm just not sure if I'm prepared, but then again, is anyone ever prepared for that?

"Yeah. Holy shit." She repeats in agreement.

We hug for a few minutes, me seated on the closed toilet with her on my lap.

"Hey." I finally muster, still in complete shock. She responds by pulling her tear stained face from my neck to look at me.

"Hey don't cry babe." I say softly, wiping her cheeks with my thumbs. "It's gonna be okay. We can't be that awful at being parents, right?" I joke.

She smiles lightly. "I'm scared of being a mom. Charlie, I never had one. I don't want to be like mine." She admits and I pull her in for another hug.

"You won't be. You're gonna do so good, and our kid is probably going to like you ten times more than he likes me."

"He?" She quickly pulls away and looks at me with one eyebrow arched.

"I'm just assuming." I shrug with a light smile.

"Already?" She chuckles.

"You know me, always in a hurry." I admit, mostly referring to my music. I feel awful that I've been spending so much of my time away from her, working. She had to find this out alone, and it makes me feel like I've failed to be there for her.