"Well... Accept the fact that strawberry definitely tastes better with chocolate as a topping" Girl, come on, I bet you a thousand times you have a more interesting conversation than a fruit topping, plus fiddling with your hair for a while making stupid giggles every time Dylan makes a comment it's not cute. Stop it. 

I stand there with my arms crossed waiting for Dylan to either let go of the shopping cart or for the girl to leave so I can continue shopping, but since neither of the two things happen, I settle for annihilating the girl in front of me with my eyes.

"What do you think Allie?" Dylan turns to look at me with a slight smile on his face, he raised an eyebrow to make me understand that I'm not comfortable with the matter, but his look is insistent, and as I wasn't in a good mood, I answered in the best possible way.

"Whatever, it's still a freaking strawberry. Deal with it," I roughly take the cart from him and start walking in search of the missing groceries. I go into the cookie aisle and grab everything in my path, lastly there was a huge jar of Nutella and I really wanted it; I grabbed it and hugged it like it was my whole life. I keep walking and stop at the baby clothes section, I let out a long sigh and start looking at the little clothes for them. I look forward to your arrival, baby.

Someone taps my shoulder, and as I turn around, I recognize Dylan's face with a guilty feeling.

"What? Have you and the little cheerleader stopped arguing about how necessary chocolate is as a topping for strawberries?" I said the last bit ironically so he would understand how upset I was.

"Yes, and the conclusion was that..." I rolled my eyes and interrupted him.

"I don't care, I really don't," I took the cart and went on my way.

"Oh come on, Allie. You're not jealous, are you?" I turn and give him a dirty look. He lets out a sigh and walks behind me. "You're beautiful when you're jealous," I can feel his arrogant smile. Am I supposed to smile at that compliment? Because I wish I was beating him until I wiped that smile off.

We get in line to pay for our food and as we wait, Dylan pulls me by the waist and hugs me. As much in love as I am with that idiot (yet is a secret, let him think that I don't feel anything at all and that we are just having a strange relationship because of the baby), I'm still upset, and I don't even know why I'm upset. I move forward motioning for him to let go, again he lets out a sigh and finally moves the cart forward. We walk to the car with the food in bags, we start to put everything in the trunk of the car.

"Allie," he looks sideways at me and just lifts his head so I can see that I'm listening to him. "You look pretty upset, your cheeks are red and you're pouting like a little girl and..." I start to laugh and roll my eyes, I put my hand on my leg and Dylan takes it and then brings it to his lips and places a small kiss on it. That makes things a lot better.

My alarm goes off, another day to wake up early. I roll over in bed and luckily Dylan is there, I hug his arm and curl into a ball, he strokes my head and deposits a kiss on it. I enjoy his scent one more time before fully opening my eyes. I yawn rubbing my eyes and do the same routine of greeting my baby. I hear Dylan chuckle and turn to look at him quizzically.

"Your habit of greeting our baby is so cute, I already want to see you as his mother," he smiles and gets up from the bed.

"First let him survive the nine months with it inside and then we'll see," he laughs and leaves the room closing the door behind him.

I go downstairs to eat already dressed and Dylan sits in front of me leaning on his right hand, he has a smile on his face, I feel myself blushing and duck my head, I feel his gaze not leaving me and with my head down I start to laugh.

"Stop looking at me," I cover my face with my hands.

"Why? I've never noticed the beautiful look you have and the reddish color your cheeks take on when you get nervous." I laugh still with my hands over my face and look away from him, stand up and walk to the front door. "Wait, I give you a compliment and you just run away from me?" He reaches my side and takes my hand and kisses it again. It is quite curious the situation in which I find myself, I like to listen to him talking about me, about our baby and planning a future that may not come, but at the same time it generates me some nostalgia not knowing what is going through his mind. He always makes himself seem so mature and direct, he rarely talks about his family and after so much he still doesn't mention that night. I mean, it's not that I want him to, it's just that his attitude towards all this is rather dubious.

Once at school he takes me to my classroom and kisses me goodbye on the cheek, then walks back to her classroom. I sit at my usual desk and start playing with a pencil, someone very excited sits next to me, I turn curiously and see Meg with a huge smile prompting me with her eyes to speak.

"Meg!" I laugh at the look on her face.

"You've been living with that American football player for all over a month and that's all you say to me!" She slams her hands on the table and keeps looking at me excitedly. 

"Nothing interesting has happened honey, only that he defended me from Barbie, kissed me once and..." she interrupts me shouting.

"He kissed you?" the people who were coming in look at us funny knowing who we are talking about. It is difficult for a school where all the money goes to the sport not to know the private lives of the players. "You don't have to be a genius to know that this guy is in love with you."

"From a kiss you can't jump to that conclusion, it takes more than that to be sure he's in love with me, and well...." I turn around and I see the same cheerleader from the supermarket at the door flirting with Dylan, I'm not an expert in flirting but I'm sure she's doing it and the worst of all is that Dylan doesn't seem to be bothered, he's basically enjoying that attention. I don't blame him. I would too. 

The girl is getting too close to him, and he doesn't seem to want to pull away, in fact, he seems to enjoy being in that position. They are getting closer and closer until finally their lips meet in a kiss.

"See? I told you," from a kiss you can't jump to a conclusion.

"He's a stupid, and she's a sl.... -I punch her arm and she moans, "And why are you defending her? She's taking away the future father of your child" 

"Because we don't slutshame anyone anymore, remember? And we don't have a relationship per se, let's say he is just my... I don't know personal bank".

 "That's bullshit and you know it. And I'm sorry mate, I'll keep calling her like that anyway. But what are you going to do?"

"I guess nothing. There's no commitment between us, I can't claim anything from him," I shrug resignedly.

"You're going to have a baby together, that's a big commitment, you can't say there's no commitment at all knowing the life you're going to create together," Meg is getting upset and I notice it because she starts talking very fast.

"There hasn't been a question in between, as long as there isn't, there is no commitment for me. And so it stays" I turn to the front, neither Dylan nor the girl are still there. I sigh in relief. Meg next to me grimaces in disgust and looks down to start typing.

The discussion with Meg was not the last of the day. Dylan and I had arrived at the house in silence. I walk up the stairs trying not to look in his direction. I'd like to tell him not to follow me, but it's not like we can escape trouble in such a small household. I sit on the bed with my back to him. He really looks like he has no idea what he did wrong as he walks around the room humming a Taylor Swift song.

"Could you leave me alone for a moment?"

"Wow, someone is upset. Everything okay?" Of course nothing was okay and his question detonated the bomb in my head.

"No, nothing is and you should know that by now."

"What do you mean?"

"Ask that to the cherry lipstick still lingering on your lips, Dylan."

"Allie, I know what you're thinking and that's not what happened."

"In that case I don't want to hear what did happen." He was judging my reaction, I could see it in his eyes and in the twitch in his cheek when he kept something to himself.

"I'm not supposed to complain about everything, Dylan. Because I get it, I get that we're not a couple, but then don't make a whole school think that we are. Don't make me think that we are if at any moment you're going to throw in the towel and go back to everything you were before us." I give him a look of exasperation, while he looks at me in astonishment, "Say something" I whisper.

"I don't know what to say, you have every right to claim me," he shrugs.

"No. I'm not!" After a few turns in a matter of seconds I decide to stick to everything I had said seconds before and in the conversation with Meg, if we are nothing, there is nothing to complain about and no one gets hurt. "You have the right to do what you want with your life. Yes, you made the decision to take care of me and my son but that doesn't give me the right to say anything." 

"And taking care of you doesn't give you the right to do it? Allie, you're very important to me, and you don't have to feel jealous.." I interrupt him more annoyed than at first, my cheeks are soaked with tears, I wipe them roughly with the back of my hand.

"Come on! You made out with the pretty cheerleader whose conversation is based on talking about strawberry toppings! That was a low blow! You may be concerned about my health and the baby's health, but you certainly don't care about how I actually feel" my comment hurt him and he didn't bother to hide it.

"So your anger comes from it? Allison, it was just a kiss, and it meant nothing to me. You have to believe me" I definitely don't, that excuse is too overused to believe whoever uses it one more time. Besides it was more than that to me. He approaches me with open arms, but a part of my dignity died tonight claiming something I didn't so I walk away.

"I don't... I think... I... Just... Just get on with your life, okay? It's your right. You can keep taking care of me if you want, if you don't, I can leave, you're under no obligation to do that. You never were at the end of the day," I start to walk to the exit when he says something else.

"I want to keep doing it" I was expecting another comment, so that one hurt me, I leave the room, as well as the place, at the moment I have nowhere to go, in fact, I don't want to go anywhere.

Dylan sat on the bed and put his head in his hands, little by little tears slipped down his cheeks, he knew it was wrong, but at the moment he didn't think about it, there was no valid excuse to justify what he did. He had hurt her. He promised himself he wouldn't hurt her. And once again, he broke his own promise.

He loves her, he wants something right with her, he hopes to make her happy for a long time, or so he hoped. He doesn't know where Allison went, and after a while that began to worry him. Tears kept slipping down his cheeks and he was feeling more miserable every minute. He has to apologize to her. He has to make it all right.

Allison arrived with puffy eyes from crying, messy hair and a red nose from irritation. She walked into the room and saw Dylan sitting on the bed, he was on his side, not looking at her, she changed her clothes and lay down on the bed.

 "Allison," he spoke. Please...," the girl interrupted him.

"Enough, Dylan," she shook her head as the lump formed in his throat again, "I've made my decision, you're free to go out with whoever you want, you don't have to..." her voice broke, "You don't have to take me into account," she closed her eyes to keep the tears from flowing, but he couldn't notice.

"I'm sorry," he got up and lay down on the other side of the bed. "I really don't know what happened to me, you really have no idea how much I love you," the girl closed her eyes tighter and bit her lip making a huge effort not to take it back. You'll trust me again. I promise," Allie let out a sob and the tears finally came out, soaking the pillow.

"I love you too," she let those words escape her lips in a whisper.