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The minute I revealed to Taz weeks later, that I in fact was pregnant, he didn't take it too well.

I mean he did, but he didn't.

It was as if he wanted to have this baby but not with me, one of those things you know?

"Taz, you promised me you would be here. You promised you would do your part to help me with this child!"

"I'm sorry, but I just can't. Not with the film fest coming up, not with the traveling for red carpet events."

"Taz, you promised me. You can't break a promise." I said on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry, but I have to." He looked at me without a single tear.

I couldn't believe it, this was actually happening right now.

"Taz, can we at least talk about this?!"

"There's nothing else to talk about, there isn't! I don't know how many more times I have to say this!" Taz shouted, stood now in the middle of the living room.

"Are you having doubts? Second thoughts? Do you need reassurance?" I tried asking and stepping closer.

"No. I don't. But I am having second thoughts." It was said hesitantly, a heavy sigh escaped his lips.

"About the baby? Taz if your worried about becoming a father or don't think you're gonna do good then there's b-"

"Not the baby for christ sake! I'm having second thoughts about us!" He screamed.

Then the bomb hit.

"Oh...." I frowned. "I see." I said walking away.

Taz tried to stop me but in a successful attempt I was able to pull away, slapping his arm.

"Aw come on, babe don't be like that." Taz frowned trying to pull me back.

"Babe? Babe? Don't babe me, Taz. I am not your babe! You're having second thoughts about us? Well here, I'm dumping you. Leave."

"But ba-"

"Leave now, Taz!" I said stomping up the stairs.

It took a few minutes but Taz finally left, I watched him walk out the car, sped away angrily.

I sighed. He was gone.

My hands trembled and shook as I picked up my phone and dialed my best friend, sobbing.

"Hey what's up, wait...why are you crying? Who do I need to kill..?"

"Sam? Sam?" I asked.

"It's me, I'm here. What's wrong?"

"I did it, Sam. I left him. He doesn't want the baby.." I started to cry.

"Oh love, I'm so sorry. We will be over in an hour okay? We are gonna come over and make you feel better okay?"

"Thank you, Sammy."

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Oooh who's Sammy?

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