Will We Talk?

19- Promise

"What time is the party again?" Sam asked, eyes looking down at his phone while he walked in my room.

I was sat on the floor, nothing on but a bra and knickers, doing my makeup ready for the night. In the end, we decided not to dress up as the babies were likely to be petrified. Not only at the costumes, but at the large swarm of family.

"Was gonna leave the house around 5 ish. Why like? You ready?" I answered, my fingers cautious of the eye makeup I'd done, lathering my lashes in mascara.

"Wow." he picked one of my cushions up, placing it over his lap, "Yes I'm ready, but I don't have to be." he smirked, staring at me.

"Stop being such a prude, Sam. Will you do me a massive favour?"

"Depends, what's my reward?"

"Whatever you want, I really need you to do this for me." I huffed, folding my arms, unintentionally making my breasts look bigger. When I saw the look on Sam's face, I instantly unravelled them.

"Go on then."

"There's some money on one of the kitchen benches, use that to buy some party snacks from Tesco or Asda or somet." I begged.

"Anything for you, princess." he said, rising from my bed, he bent down to give my head a light kiss before heading out.

I watched him make his way out of my room, shoulders slouched and a smile plastered over his face. His boyish grin he wore always made my stomach drop, I was in love with this man. Words couldn't describe how much.

*****

When Sam got home, I was trying to come up with the perfect position to be in for my Instagram post. I wore an orange, glittery dress with green eye makeup and black heeled boots. My hair was in a slicked back bun, my curls were being surprisingly nice to me. The dress was on the short side, but it was only my family, so why should I worry?

Sam just grabbed my phone from the makeshift stand I had it placed on, pointing the camera towards me. I just looked at him, trying to get the phone off of him. That's what made the perfect picture.

"You look lovely, baby." he smiled, placing his hands over my defined hips.

He wore an orange shirt, black jeans and a green jacket. In the end, we decided to match, but not in proper costumes.

"You look sexy." I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck as I raised slightly on my toes.

We shared a kiss, not too hard, not too soft, and it could've lasted forever. But we had places to be and people to see, so we hopped in a taxi away to mam and dad's house.

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*****

Sam integrated with my family brilliantly, they all took their turns at tormenting him and interrogating him, but he didn't seem to mind it. To my fortune, he promised not to get drunk tonight, incase anything happened that he didn't like.

"What's up with you, misery?" Bradley asked, alongside Yvonne who had Zander in her arms.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you're the only one with a face like a smacked arse. What's up?" he repeated, taking a seat next to me and curling a reassuring arm around my shoulders.

Yvonne stayed stood, baby in arms.

"I divent kna, just not feeling great." I sighed, trying to rid the pit at the bottom of my stomach that didn't want to leave and hadn't left in two weeks or so.

"We can all tell something's troubling you, Evie. C'mon talk to us, you know you can trust us." Yvonne reassured, taking a seat on the free side of me.

"I don't like this. Its all so overwhelming." I admitted, slumping my shoulders.

"What don't you like?" Bradley questioned.

"I really don't know. I just feel like I'm walking on eggshells." I started, "Its getting too rowdy in here, and I don't like it. I'm getting uncomfortable with everyone asking me about Sam."

"I mean, the crowd love the lad. You really have chose the right one for the job." Yvonne added.

"Aye. That's true."

"So what's making you feel so bad?" Yvonne asked, rubbing my arm with her spare hand.

"Yous won't tell anyone? Not mam, not dad, not Bailey, not Tyler, especially not Sam."

"Promise."

"Promise, the two of us will walk away as soon as you've said."

Each of us held our pinkies out, linking them with one another, no matter how difficult it was.

"I might be pregnant."

Then the two walked off. Just like they'd promised, but I didn't want them to leave me. I felt small and vulnerable and confused. Like time was moving slow but everything else so fast. A bubble formed in my throat, tears threatening to fall.

I had to cry, there was zero holding back, so, I ran up to my childhood room. Everything was exactly how it used to be when I first moved out with Joseph. Around the room hung polaroids of him and I. On my dest sat a sonogram of my baby.

Nothing was being processed properly, my mind was so full of every feeling under the sun. I started to rip all of the photos from the wall, my mirror, my pin board, my string lights ripping them all up and dumping them in my bin. The sonogram was flipped over, however still in the same area it was in before.

I stopped my break out, sitting on the edge of my bed sulking at myself. Sulking at the mess I'd made both physically and mentally. Moments like these called for alcohol or drugs, but my drug walked through my bedroom door just at the right time.

"Baby." he gasped, eyes landing on my on my bed.

I raised myself from where I was sat, making my way into his arms, crying into his orange shirt. My arms were around his waist as he massaged my head with one hand, holding my body with the other arm.

"Sam. We need to talk." I muttered through sobs.

"Okay," he turned and closed the door, "This is a safe space, go ahead."

"I'm just going to straight up say it, right?" he nodded, "I might be pregnant." I blurted, immediately breaking down again.

Sam didn't seem to care, pulling me back into his arms, dipping his head into the crook of my neck. He whispered, "No matter what, I'm here with you."

That didn't help me at all, sobbing some more, until I had enough energy to grab one of the tests I kept in my wardrobe.