A Piece of Me

39

Elizabeth's pov

"I can't believe I'm going to be an uncle," Jake said, skipping to the kitchen while I followed.

"I can't believe I'm fucking pregnant," I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

"Shit happens. Can we name him Jake junior?" He asked while beginning to dig through the cabinets.

"Hell no," I said, causing his face to fall into a mock pout, "How am I supposed to tell Colby? His phone's still broken, plus he'll probably be pissed,"

"He won't be pissed," He said with an obvious tone, rolling his eyes. "He's literally obsessed with you, and he'll be obsessed with your kid, too,"

"Yeah, yeah," I rolled my eyes, pulling open the freezer door, "Chocolate ice cream?"

"Bottom shelf," He called as I bent down to grab it.

"Can you hand me a bowl?" I asked, shutting the freezer with my foot. Jake nodded, sliding one across the counter for me to catch.

I grabbed a spoon out of the drawer, scooping it into a bowl until it was almost full.

"Jesus, are you going to be able to eat all that?" Jake teased, pulling leftover Taco Bell out of the fridge.

"I'm eating for two now motherfucker don't shame me," I said with my mouth half full of ice cream.

"Oh my God," He threw his head back in a laugh, "I am so excited for the next nine months,"

"I'm not. I'm going to fucking die," I groaned out, pulling myself up to sit on the counter.

"Don't say that," He said, reaching over and patting my leg, "You'll be fine. You'll have all of us,"

"Don't I have to schedule appointments and stuff?" I asked, looking over at him, "I don't know if I want to do that,"

"You're just going to have to do it to make sure the baby's healthy. And make sure you're pregnant to begin with," Jake pointed out.

"Should I take another test?" I asked as I scraped the side of the bowl with my spoon.

"No, because if it's negative then I'll be in a bad mood," He said, "How are you going to tell the others?"

"Can you not say anything yet?" I said, looking over to see him nodding with understanding, "I don't need any of the other roommates finding out quite yet."

"Yeah," Jake agreed, "I would never do that to you. Awe," He sighed suddenly, a peaceful smile coming across his face.

"What?" I asked before quickly shoving a bite of ice cream into my mouth.

"I'm so excited," He explained, leaning over from where he was sitting to poke my stomach, "There's a little baby in there. Can you feel him?'

"No, I doubt it's anything more than a couple of cells or something right now," I smiled, lifting my shirt up to observe my stomach, "Jake,"

"Yes, Liz?" He asked, his lips lined with taco sauce.

"What if something is wrong with the baby?" I asked, setting my ice cream down on the counter, "What if I fuck something up and then the baby dies?"

"Stuff like that is, like, close to zero percent chance of happening. Probably," He added, standing up and making his way around the counter to me.

"Everything will be okay. Like I said, everyone will be here to help you," Jake repeated, sliding me to the edge of the counter so he could hug me.

I relaxed into his arms, and even though my worries were bubbling like boiling water, I felt safe here. Like I could only feel the heat from the flame, and not deal with the water in the pot above it.

But that's how it will become too much, be put on a burner too long and overflow.

"I'm so excited about this, and I know you're probably feeling very overwhelmed right now," Jake hummed, rubbing my back in circles, "But everything will be fine. Trust me,"

I soaked in that idea for a moment. Everything will most likely be fine, for the baby at least. Explaining to my dad and Stas will be a pain in the ass.

Colby and I haven't even met each other's parents, how are we supposed to tell them that we just met and are already accidentally having a kid?

How would the fans react, with the amount of time that Colby spends livestreaming and filming along with how often I appear on camera, how are we supposed to hide the baby?

Do I tell my mom? She will never meet the baby, anyway. I know that for a fact.

That thought tears at my heart, sending me over the edge. The waterworks have started, as my body heaves and shakes and I cry out and curse insanities, all Jake does is hold me.

He holds me closer, and I can't even make out enough words to tell him what's wrong.

It's funny how grief works. Especially pre-grief. I break down from time to time, all because of my mother.

Some things trigger it, and just the thought of her while my emotions are on a rollercoaster is unfortunate, especially for poor Jake.

"I'm s-sorry Jake," I said, my breathing hitching as I tried to calm myself down.

My hands were shaking, and I did my best to use my sleeve to wipe away the tears and my running nose.

"That seemed like a pretty healthy cry," He reassured, "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah," I sniffled, leaning my head on his shoulder again as he folded his hands behind my back. "Jake," I mumbled.

"Hmm," He hummed, gently tightening his grip on me.

"What if I relapse?" I whispered against his shoulder.

"I won't let you," He said, pulling me off his shoulder just enough so I could look him in the face.

"Why?" I asked, searching his eyes for an answer his words wouldn't give me, "Why do you care?"

"I can't help it, Liz," His voice dropped, like we were supposed to be quiet even though we were all alone in the house.

"I can't help how I feel," He muttered, looking down towards my stomach. This is when I noticed how close our faces were to each other.

He seemed to notice this too, when his head lifted.

Nerves prickled across my face, across my body and through my mind. It was like time was slowing down.

The question was in his eyes, it was screaming at me.

Without a second thought, my mouth opened at the slightest, giving the permission that words could not.

His lips collided with mine, a perfect mold meeting another.

That kiss was unforgettable.

I loved it.