Our Story/TBS imagine

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I tossed and turned in bed when I finally came to the conclusion that I was not going to get any sleep that night. I lay staring at the celling listening to my heart beat.

Which was now beating for two.

No.

Shut up.

Block it out.

Don't think about it.

Stop.

My heart beat quickened and I felt the sweat drop from my head.

"Oh god." I whispered.

I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to take another test.

The same result.

Then again, and again, and again.

I lay all four of the tests in front of me.

"Well that's bloody brilliant." I whispered "I don't want a baby." I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.

I couldn't raise a baby on my own.

When I told Thomas would he leave me?

If I told Thomas...

No!

But it's an option.

The father doesn't have to know if I get rid of it. And there's definitely nothing wrong with abortions if you aren't prepared to have a baby.

I slowly leant against the counter and rested my head against the wood and closed my eyes as the tears slowly rocked me asleep.

"Y/N! ARE YOU IN THERE! OPEN UP!" I woke with a start to Thomas banging on the door.

I quickly grabbed the testers and throw the down the toilet and flushed the chain.

I yanked the door open "hey." I smiled "we need to go, your plane leaves soon." With that I walked down stairs, subconsciously resting my hand on my stomach.

I put some toast for me, Thomas and Hazil in the toaster.

Hazil.

What are we going to do with Hazil.

"Y/N" Thomas walked into the kitchen.

"Morning." I smiled, getting the butter out of the fridge.

"About last night.."

"Thomas, don't worry about it!" I walked up to him.

His touch didn't feel the same now.

As he wrapped his arms around my waist I flinched. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing." I kissed him gently and buried my head into his shoulder.

The minutes passes quickly. Before I knew it, Thomas was saying goodbye to Hazil.

I heard the taxi beep and we made our way to her car after Thomas gave Hazil one last hug. Just one last hug.

I sat in the middle next to Thomas and Kaya.

I looked at her and her eyes went wide. She knew.

I looked in my pocket for my phone and was thankful that I left it inside.

"WAIT! I LEFT MY PHONE!"

"I'll come with you." Kaya smiled and climb out the car with me and back in the house.

I made sure Hazil couldn't hear us when I cried in to Kayas shoulder and whispered what I thought would be the best thing I would ever say.

But now, it's the worst.

"Kaya, I'm pregnant."