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Nearly a week went by since Taehyung and I started sleeping together romantically. Although in the future there may be some lust, currently we're sticking to what's best for Taehyung and his trauma.

He's been working on himself through his painting method, and it's an increase in his overall mood.

When I first met Taehyung, he came across as arrogant, proud, confident, and didn't care to flash his money around, but he's gotten much better. Although he protects his girls, he didn't do that for other people like the man I saved, and even me when we first met, but I know why his guard was so up back then and the wrongful actions he acted upon because he unknowingly gathered those characteristics from his father's behavior.

However, I let my distracting thoughts fade away when I knock on the door to his studio, holding a cold coke in my hand.

"Come in," I hear him say, and when I walk inside, I see he has the canvas he's been working on turned away from the door so that no one can see it.

"I brought a coke. I thought you would want one," I admit while placing the drink on a coaster for when he wants a sip.

"Thank you," I hear him stand and walk over to me with a sneaky grin. He takes a sip of the drink, but his eyes stay on me while doing so. "Are you feeling well?" He pulls away from the glass, surveying me closely, but I wave him off.

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" I ask gently, feeling a little bit of sweat roll down my face for some reason.

He comes closer, feeling my forehead, but suddenly, I get a whiff of some foul scent, and then I'm running out of the room and into the first bathroom I can find. Once there, I go to the toilet and puke everything that's in my stomach, only to feel Taehyung holding my hair back while I do so.

When I think there's nothing left to puke, I flush and pull away from the toilet. I rest myself on the side of the bathtub, feeling the cool side.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," I admit when he hands me a cold rag.

"Well, was it something you may have eaten?" I shake my head.

"No, it can't be. Suddenly puking like this makes me think of..." and then, my eyes open, weakly I stand on my feet while thinking about everything, but it can't possibly be what I think it is. "Pregnancy, but there's no way, right? I mean, it's too fast," I start walking to our bedroom where I start thinking through everything, and while I miss my periods on current occasions, I never found it odd to miss one.

"I-I'll go to the store," I don't ask why just let him go. Then I hear him yelling for GiGi to come down and watch over me while he's away.

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"You think you're pregnant?" GiGi repeats beside me, holding the rag to my forehead when the other girls enter the room. "I mean, I know how, but how?"

I shake my head, not ready for this conversation yet because I can't be. It's not that I don't want to be, but Taehyung's still healing, and right now is not the right time.

"I'm not sure," I admit, laying down to calm down my body. "Either way, I know this has to be the worst timing," I say aloud.

"You could always get an abortion," Nicki steps into the room, sitting down on the other side of me. "It's not for everyone, but if it's not the time, then it's just not—"

"How can you say that, Nicki?" Jinx's voice says while coming closer, no doubt ready to start an argument. "If you ask me, anyone who gets pregnant and doesn't want to have a child should keep their damn legs shut. It's not that hard, then you want to hear them cry about abortion laws when they just want to get rid of their child because they didn't mature enough to have the common sense to use protection—"

"Shut up! Both of you out!" GiGi ushers them both out of the room, knowing that it's not making me feel any better in the slightest about if I'm truly pregnant or not.

After GiGi shuts the door on them, we can still hear them silently arguing in the hallway about abortion, but GiGi and I are too occupied with more important factors to worry about something we can't control anyway.

"Hey, don't listen to them, okay? You do what you need to do, and to hell with what anyone else thinks. Besides, you may not even be pregnant after all, so all of this fuss could be over nothing, just a sudden puking spell," GiGi reassures, and I find myself glad to know she's here with me when Taehyung can't be.

"Thank you, GiGi. That means the world to me," I say softly, holding her hand while she talks softly about random events to get my mind off the thought of being pregnant.

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It's not too much longer when Taehyung returns home, bringing with him different kinds of pregnancy tests for me to take.

"I also got some medicine, a neck pillow, some chocolate, and—" GiGi and I look at each other and laugh. He's trying his best, and he's so cute while doing it.

"Here, help me up, and I'll go into the bathroom," GiGi and Taehyung each come to my side, pulling me up from the bed. I take two different sets of pregnancy tests with me while I walk into the bathroom.

Taehyung follows me inside while GiGi waits on the bed, urgently waiting for the results.

"I either am or I'm not, so I don't want you getting your hopes up, okay?" I say to him, while he nods understandingly.

"Right now, all I care about is you. If you're not, then we'll get some medicine down you, and if you are, I'll have Alice make a doctor's appointment for you later this week," he comes closer, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Whatever the outcome, I just don't want you feeling bad,"

I nod with a smile and brace myself while opening the boxes. Going over to the toilet, I make Taehyung turn on the shower while I pee on a couple of pregnancy tests, and once I'm done, I lay them on the counter, wash my hands, and tell Taehyung to turn off the shower.

"Now, we wait,"

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After the fifteen minutes are up, I stand from the side of the tub and walk to the counter with caution.

Either I will be, or I won't.

I let the words repeat in my head while I look down at the test and the results that it shows.

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