Isabella’s POV.
I gasped, waking up. It was another nightmare. They had been taking over my nights for at least four weeks. I either woke up screaming or crying, causing Chase to get up and stay awake with me. He was usually drowsy in the morning, but he said he didn’t mind. I could tell it worried him. I looked down at my lap to see Chase’s head. He was still asleep. “Thank God,” I whispered, looking down at how peaceful he looked. He snored quietly, and I smiled to myself. I ran a hand through his hair, then immediately stopped. What was I doing? “Sorry,” I whispered, though he couldn’t hear me. “It’s alright, it was actually soothing.” I heard Chase’s husky voice. I jumped, becoming scared. “Did I scare you?” He said with a grin that reminded me of a child’s grin. Chase leaned his head up, placing a soft kiss on my head. I blushed, beginning to get up. “We should get ready to leave, the plane leaves at 11.” He whispered. I nodded.
Callum’s POV.
It was 10 in the morning. I got up, showering. “Callum?” I heard Lauren’s voice. “Yeah?” I heard her sigh. “I have another appointment this morning. Are you coming or not?” She asked. I jumped out the shower quickly, walking back into the bedroom with a towel around my waist. She smiled. “Sure. I’ll be ready in a minute,” I told her, going over to the closet and grabbing anything. I settled on a white shirt and dark jeans. I threw my clothes on quickly, grabbing shoes. I grabbed my phone and jacket, and we were off.
During the ride to the hospital, Lauren seemed worried. She was jumpy, as if something bad was going to happen. “Something wrong?” I asked, looking at her. “Look, Callum, I really need to—“ The silence was interrupted by my phone ringing. “Hello?” I said into the phone. “Callum? It’s Rebecca. I really need to tell you something. Are you on your way to the hospital?” I clicked my tongue. “Yeah.” I said quietly. “Okay, I’ll be there in at least fifteen minutes. Don’t leave when you’re done!” She screamed through the phone. I pulled it back from my ear, flinching. “Okay.” I said, hanging up. “Who was that?” Lauren asked. “My mom,” I lied. We arrived at the hospital within five more minutes, and Lauren held onto my arm. I honestly didn’t want her to touch me. I was already nervous, and that just made it even worst. “We’re here for an appointment,” Lauren said, smiling to the receptionist. “Names?” She asked. “Lauren Matthews.” Lauren replied. “You should be taken in, in about five minutes.” We both nodded, sitting down. I tapped my foot on the ground, looking around for Rebecca. She sounded worried, and I wanted to know what was going on. “Callum!” Someone called out. I looked behind me. Rebecca looked at me. Her walking sped up to a run. “Lauren Matthews? The doctor’s ready to see you.” The nurse called. Lauren got up, and I did also. I put up a finger indicating ‘one minute’ and began to walk toward the doctor’s room with Lauren. Rebecca groaned out, sitting in front of the door, waiting for me. The nurse closed the door, and I could see the sadness in Rebecca’s eyes.
“The baby’s a boy,” Lauren said. My eyes lit up with excitement. A little boy, my baby boy. “So, have you told him?” The doctor said, looking at Lauren. She stiffened up and I looked at her. “Tell him what?” I questioned her. She shook her head frantically. “Nothing.” She said quickly. “Lauren, ever since you began going to the doctors you’ve been acting way differently! I want to know what’s going on!” I demanded. The room went silent. “Is something wrong with the baby?” The doctor looked down. “No, no! The baby’s fine…” I sighed. “Then what’s wrong?” I asked. “The baby… It’s…” She began. “What?” I said louder. “The baby,” She repeated. “The baby isn’t yours.” She said slowly and clearly. My body froze, and the room was quiet. I could hear my own heartbeat, going from a slow pace then picking up fast. My heart was breaking and I wanted to scream. “Wh—What do you mean?” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Callum, I—“ I stopped her. “How? Why? Why would you do this?” I asked her. She began crying. The doctor walked out. My breathing hitched up, and it felt as if the breath was stuck in my lungs. I choked out, a single tear streaming down my face. I wiped it away quickly, backing out of the room. I faced Rebecca, who looked worried when she saw my face. “What’s wrong? What happened?” She asked frantically. “The baby, it wasn’t mine.” I said, wiping my face and giving her a small smile. I was torn inside. “Oh.” Rebecca whispered, looking down. “What did you want to tell me? I really just want to get home—I don’t have a home.” I began talking, but then slowed down. I lived with Isabella, but when Lauren told me she was expecting, I got my stuff and left. “You can stay with me if you’d like, but look we really need to get to the airport!” She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the exit. “Why?” I asked. “I’ll tell you when we get in the car, hurry before it leaves!” She shouted, pushing me toward her car.
