The knight

" she's pregnant" Bianca said bluntly and promptly upon entering Tylers car. Tyler widened his eyes with surprise "your kidding me, wow, is it that musician guy, the one who's band sings at that bar, The Trip, Uptown On Friday Nights." Tyler asked earnestly "what? No" Biamca sneered, what the hell, what musician she thought. Tylers presence was so disarming she was hardly the train wreck that she had been before he arrived but all of the emotion was flooding back to her now. She was about to tell him the truth  bur before she began  speaking  but he was driving and looking straight ahead, unaware of her beginning to speak he continued "you know the guy, the slacky with the hair and the skinny jeans, i saw her in his car like two days ago headed towards your place, the band's called poetic something or another, they sing that indie pop...i don't know..maybe emo-ish junk you and June listen to." This was all news to Bianca she didn't know June was seeing a musician, then again, she really didn't know much about anybody anymore, but he was way off, this wasn't making was making the truth sound worse and it was irritating Bianca, she was in crises and she was taking it personally that Tyler thought her so dramatic that the mere news of June's pregnancy would constitute Bianca's hysterical meltdown, a little part of her, however, was kind of reveling in his ignorance of the situation. She wished she could join him in his oblivion, but she had put it off long enough..she had to enlighten him to the truth, now, so like one would rip a well adhered band aid band aid from tender flesh, Bianca spilled it out "it's my dad's baby Tyler."  Now it was Bianca's turn to gauge a reaction.  Tylers jaw dropped, the way people's do in movies, he  turned toward her in slow motion jaw dangling unnaturally, eyes wide in shock and disbelief, "yeah," she said turning her body straight in her seat, "My dad". Tyler turned his eyes back to the road in the same, nearly comical but completely genuine manner, jaw still hanging open.  Bianca felt the same  way at first so she understood his surprise But she needed something more from him,  just something some little morsel of wisdom or attempt at comfort, something more than shock, but she didn't know what to say,  so she just stared quietly ahead waited for him to process it. Finally he spoke "You move in with me, until we can make sense of this, or forever" he didn't look her way, but he slipped his hand onto her knee, "I know the timing is bad, or, well, maybe it's perfect, just not so romantic, Bianca I love you, I want to see you when I wake up, I want to see you when I fall asleep, I want you around every waking moment, with me, because your it, your my girl, and, well, there it is, I've been trying to get around to asking for a couple of weeks, I told my parents, they aren't thrilled, but they will adjust...oh my god, I'm such an ass, I'm sorry, I'm just...I didn't mean to trivialize, clearly  this is-" Bianca held her hand up "Shut up, Tyler."  And he did, like a child scolded, he stopped talking and took his hand from Bianca's knee, after a short uncomfortable silence he turned to her again "Bea, I'm sorry darlin' I'm an ass..." Bianca threw her hand up again "don't call me Bea, " she said "pull the car over", Tyler hung his head before shaking it and nodding in compliance and with an heir  of humility he nearly whispered "I can take you where ever you want to go-" "I asked you to pull over" Bianca said "right, sure Bianca, I'm just concerned about---", " oh my god, Tyler, pull over" Bianca interupted, "alright darlin' , alright " Tyler said, his southern draw more charming than ever in his submission.   He pulled  into the gas station  and put the car in park, he turned toward Bianca, his body posture in a sad shrug and his palms turned up, "I was insensitive, but how the hell do I begin here, It sucks, the whole thing, Bianca, shit, I..." again with the hand from Bianca, staring straight ahead, she inhaled deeply "Tyler Holt, that was the most inappropriate, poorly timed...i dunno, proposition, in the history of propositions, but  somehow.." Bianca looked up at Tyler, gazing lovingly into his beautiful eyes, "it was perfect, I don't want to be called Bea anymore because that's whae...she...called me, living with you would be delightful, I love you Tyler. You are my certainty, I love your beautiful soul", a relieved smile washed over his face as Bianca lunged For him over the console, Tyler wrapped his strong tanned arms around her and lifted her to him, "I love you" he grunted whilst pulling her in, and then in the front seat they replayed the scene from to nights before, only this time, making love in the car, was the farthest thing from Bianca's idea of bizarre.

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