Just Our Secret - Gruvia

My own secrets are the most difficult to keep

AN: I've never done so much research for a fanfic jesus XD it's intriguing since I keep learning things myself and I don't plan on becoming pregnant (having kids isn't a necessity for me) - it's interesting to write about though

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I'm awoken by my own humiliation.

I couldn't believe myself. I hadn't been that horny, demanding and scandalous in about ten weeks, thus I'm pregnant.

I sit up, eyes still heavy as I check the time on the bedside table and it's only 6:38am. Not only was my embarrassment the cause of my sleep coming to an end, sickness was also the case. I knew I had mere seconds before my stomach would beat me to death, so I immediately rose up and frantically searched for a bathroom down the hallway.

Gray's father's house was bigger than my parents, but luckily I located it just before my mouth couldn't hold in my sick. I drop to my knees in front of the toilet and my head is leant over the bowl as my tonsils swell and the soreness returns.

I'm unable to keep my sound on a minimal volume, and hear the door open behind me. I can't look up to see who it is, yet I can sense it's not Gray as softer, smaller hands scrape my hair into their fists.

It was Layla. Lucy's mother.

She takes a hairband and ties my hair behind my back, and soothes me by rubbing her hands mid back, helping the pain subside.

After a small puking session, I sit down completely as I turn to face Lucy's complete lookalike, minus the odd wrinkle and grey strand of hair. I take a piece of toilet paper to wipe the sick from the corners of my mouth and chuck it inside the toilet.

"Baby trouble?" She knows then.

Layla has a kind smile, more delicate than Lucy's excited one.

"Yeah."

"The morning sickness will get better, don't worry. Just remember eating always helps. Come on, I'll make you breakfast."

Layla takes my hand and pulls me up, leading me out the bathroom and downstairs into the kitchen.

She was clearly an earlier riser, Lucy was exactly the same. One weekend we took a trip together, and she'd be my morning alarm. It was convenient, Gray was the complete opposite. If I ever end up living with him it'll be me who'll have to drag him out of bed. In my current state, that might be a possible situation in the future?

If he offers, my answer would be yes. It'd be convenient for us if we live together, maybe only closer, for the baby. That way the custody won't be an issue. Actually, we hadn't discussed that yet. God, there's so much to think about.

Layla and I sit together with our pancakes and she and I talk about the baby, giving reasonable advice and preparing me for the journey to come. She gave little anecdotes of her pregnancy with Lucy. Lucy was born three weeks early and apparently massive.

About an half an hour later, Silver joins the two of us and tells me adorable little stories about baby Gray. He was a mischief, and drove his parents crazy most of the time. That gives me high hopes for how obedient my baby will end up being.

After eight o'clock, Gray must've been awoken by the noisy chatter downstairs. Grouchy, he sits opposite me as his hands rub his face to awaken himself a little more. Layla leaves to take a shower and Silver cleans up the plates in the kitchen, leaving Gray and I alone together in the living room.

I peak over at Silver to double check he's out of earshot. The tension between Gray and I had tightened. It strangled me. I was awfully humiliated by my ridiculous midnight choices. I wasn't at all considerate about his feelings. My mistake was selfish, I only thought about the satisfaction of myself.