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Yahoo News!!
Sheo, or Shailene Woodley and Theo James are called, are engaged. Shailene was proposed to on this very red carpet in London folks. Millions freaked out, and fangirls more likely cried. What's next? A wedding perhaps? That's your Yahoo News at 6, later America.

I scoffed. "Later America? She knows nobody likes her."

"Shai, why are you being so mean?" Theo cuddled me closer to him.

"Because I'm hungover."

I groaned at the bashing head ache that struck my temples. Feeling the urge to throw up, I run to the toilet.

"Shai..." I heard him call out.

I wretched over the bowl dozens of times. Last night, we had ordered three bottles vodka and consumed them all.  Not the best choice over an empty stomach. Once done with throwing up in the toilet, I took me a hot shower, and covered up with shorts and a Nike grey t-shirt.

Exiting the bathroom, Theo wasn't in the bed. I search around the room, until I see his body on the floor- passed out.

"Theo," I yell. "Get up,"

He whines, holding onto the bed for support.
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I sat on the window sill provided, and filed my fingernails. Theo struggled to get on a shirt. I put the file down, coming to over him.

"Need help there?"

"A little bit."

I tugged the shirt over his built body, meeting his eyes.

"Thank you, for last night."

"No, thank you."

Sooner or later, he kissed me first, I kissed him back. I began to look for support behind me other than useless gravity. I made out with him, which tingled every since in body to carry a child of his.

I stop kissing him for a moment.

"Let's have a baby." I whisper.

_______2 weeks later_____

Theo and I decided to stay in London while Belle went back with Tanner to America. This was totally for our honeymoon, nothing else.
Earlier that morning I had went to the pharmacy to get a pregnancy test. No one noticed me except for a few teens here and there.  Back at home, I paced around the bathroom floor. Theo leaned on the back of the door waiting for me to finish. 

"One more second," I squint my eyes at the sign about to appear.

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