Thick as Thieves | j.b. a.g.

Chapter Six

-Acacia's P.O.V.-

"Acacia, what does it say?" Justin spat on the other side of the door.

My tears spilled from my eyes as I stared at the pregnancy test. I'm pregnant with Justin's baby. Just thinking those words makes me feel queasy. How can this be? Well, of course it was because of our trip to Paris. This is what I wanted at the time, but I didn't know it would happen so quick. I thought it would take a few tries before I'm officially pregnant. I guess Justin's sperm had other plans.

"Acacia, open up! What is taking so long?" Justin's voice roared as he banged on the door.

I slid down the door, feeling hypnotized by shock. That eight letter word changes my whole life. Plus the thought of a human growing inside my stomach terrifies me. Can you imagine what it's going to do to my body? I'm going to look like a cow. Justin will never love me the same.

Eventually, Justin gave up once he heard the sound of my sobs on the other side of the door. He slid down it too so we would be somewhat close to each other. A deep sigh escaped his lips as I still cried.   

"I thought this is what you wanted..." he trailed off, his voice sounded sad. 

Almost like he failed me. My heart shattered at the sound. Justin wasn't the type to show emotion unless he was angry or happy. If he ever showed his sentimental side, it was a big deal.

I put my hand to the door, somehow, knowing he would do the same.

"I-I thought I did.." I trial off, feeling ashamed that I put us in this situation.

It was a stupid teenage decision of mine. But he gave me what I wished for, now I can't get rid of it. Of course, there is numerous options to choose from, but I doubt Justin will highly go through with it. He's already more attached to our unborn child than I am. I heard mothers are supposed to be more connected to their child in the wound more than the father. But it's clear that's not what's happening here.

"So what do you want to do?" Justin asked, his voice filled with defeat. 

I wish he didn't ask this question. I had no clue on what I wanted. Do I want to keep it? Do I want to get rid of it? Am I even capable of loving it? I don't know. I needed time to think, but time isn't what I have. This baby is almost a month old in my stomach. In another eight months, it will be here.

"I honestly have no clue." I admit.

I hear Justin lean the back of his head against the door. I played with the hem of Justin's t-shirt I wore. It was way too big on me, but I didn't care. It was quite comfortable and frequently, I needed the comfort.

"Open the door." Justin ordered.

I stand up and open the door. Justin immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the strongest hug he can give me. Tears couldn't help but spill from my hazel eyes. I was so overwhelmed with emotion that my body can't take it anymore. It's overflowing and I wasn't going to even attempt pushing away Justin's affection.

Justin's hands cupped my butt, indicating he wanted to carry me to bed. I jump up and wrap my legs around his torso. He carried me to bed with him as he laid down, keeping me on top. I felt him take off my shirt gently. I gave him a warning look, but he just grinned.

"I don't want sex, baby. Just want you to be comfortable."

I nod, letting him take off the shirt. He threw it to the floor as I just laid in my pink laced underwear. The room was nice and cool so I wasn't a bit chilly. Justin was just in a pair of Calvin Klein underwear which was pretty sexy. Lust was filled in Justin's caramel orbs as they trailed my body on top of his.