Nothing Can Compare

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Two months later

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R5 finished tour about a month ago, Ross did buy me a car like he promised (in the media), but we didn't runaway as planned. We did have sex and forgot to use protection.

Currently, I'm sitting in the bathroom at Ross' house, staring at the positive pregnancy test. "Are you alright in there, baby?" Ross asks from the other side of the door.

"What? Oh.. yeah, I'm okay! I'll be out in a minute," I shudder.

I hear him walk away from the door and start to panic.

What do I do? Do I tell him? How would he react? How would Riker and Selena react? Everyone would be pretty disappointed in us. But who cares right? It only matter if we're happy. I just won't tell anyone yet. Yeah, that's a good idea.

I collect my thoughts and walk out of the bathroom. I shove the test into my purse before walking to the living room with Ross. He pauses the movie as I sit next to him. "What's up, babe?" He smiles as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

I smile back. "Nothing, just felt like I was going to throw up. But I'm okay now."

He nods as I lean my head on his shoulder. "Riker said he wants you home tonight for dinner," he whispers.

I nod against his shoulder. "I should get going then," I sigh as I stand up.

He walks me to the door, holding my hand. "I love you. Call me later," he says before kissing me quickly.

I nod again. "I will. I love you too," I walk to my car.

I drive home, the car completely silent. I wasn't in the mood for music or stupid radio shows. "Hey, Ell!" Riker exclaims as I walk in.

I flash him a smile before bringing my keys to my room. "How's the baby?" I ask Selena.

She shrugs. "She's been better," she sighs. I nod as I sit at the table. "How're you, Ella?" She asks.

I shrug with a sigh. "Tired," I giggle as I sip my ice water. "I couldn't sleep last night because Ross was snoring like a pig," I huff.

They laugh and we talk for the rest of dinner. We watch movies and talk before all heading to bed at 12:45am. I pack a bag and leave.

I need to get out of here. My baby needs a stress free life. I don't want to leave, but I can't keep getting all this hate and hurting myself. I need to build responsibilities.

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A/n

The next book is up and it's called One Way Out.

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