This boy (Robert Smith x reader)

This boy (34)

Six months later...

MAYA'S POV

So it turned out I actually wasn't pregnant, to my relief. Coincidentally, I'd managed to buy myself a broken pregnancy test I suppose.

After about four to five months of 'being pregnant', I couldn't help but notice how my stomach hadn't swelled in the slightest, nor did I have any pregnancy symptoms whatsoever. It was odd though, since I still hadn't had my period yet.

So knowing all of this, I set out to buy another pregnancy test. And to my amiss it showed only one line, signaling I in fact was not pregnant.

The thought of a miscarriage did cross my mind, but I wasn't sure how one would even figure the likes of that out, so I assumed I had never been pregnant at all.

Whenever I told Robert about all of this, he didn't seem too upset, as he did eventually admit to me that he actually didn't want kids, but only pretended as if he did so I wouldn't have a mental breakdown.

The passed six months were slow and repetitive. But I was glad that there wasn't so much drama and stress anymore. I managed to get myself off of smoking and alcohol as well, for I thought I genuinely needed to when I was convinced into believing I was actually going to be having a kid.

Another big thing that went down within those months was that I'd finally gotten back in touch with Elise, after some trouble of course.

Apparently she'd moved far off to live in another big city somewhere. According to what she told me over the phone, her and Simon were having lots of problems and she just needed to get away. I completely understood, but I couldn't help but remember how I'd learnt my lesson with that already. Running away from your problems doesn't make them go away. I never told her this though, as I didn't know her full situation.

I was also told that she was having really bad mental problems whenever I had asked to come and live with her for a while, so that let up some tension.

Robert and I were better than we'd ever been, and it didn't seem that was going to change anytime soon. Getting off of drugs was probably the best thing that ever happened to us, other than finding each other of course.

Just about two years ago, I honestly never thought it'd even be possible for me even have a relationship, much less a stable one. It seemed I had been proved wrong though.

Everything about being with Robert seemed picture perfect, it made me happy to even think about. He was my everything, and I wouldn't trade him for the world.

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"Hey Robert, look at this." I spoke, waving my hand to signal him over.

"What is it?" He questioned.

The two of us were in the antique shop, the one where we planned our first date.

"It's that knickknack you were looking at whenever I walked up to you. I can't believe it's still here after two years." I chuckled, examining it.

"How in the world do you even remember what I was looking at that day?" He chuckled, letting that cheeky grin of his shine through.

"I may or may not have been watching you before I went up to you." I smirked jokingly.

"You're a lunatic." He stated, rolling his eyes while a small smile that still stayed plastered on his face.

"Hey, maybe today's the day you should finally buy this thing." I suggested brightly, grabbing it off the shelf.

"Neither of us would ever use that thing." He scoffed.

"I know, but it's for the memories Robert. I'm trying to be sentimental right now." I giggled.

"Well we can be sentimental another time because I'm not wasting my money on that." He laughed.

"Oh come on." I begged.

"Please." I added.

There was a short silence before he spoke again.

"I'm not buying that." He stated, arms crossed as he leaned on one leg.

"You're lame." I huffed, placing it back onto the shelf.

"Not lame, just frugal." He claimed, turning around and walking off in another direction.

"You're rich, what do you mean?!" I laughed as I followed him.

"I'm rich because I'm frugal." He stated, trying his best to sound studious to which he failed at.

"You're such a liar." I chuckled, making him laugh as well.

"You're my liar though." I added shyly, a little bit more quiet as we walked past the crammed shelves.

I saw as he shot a look back at me, one that said 'I love you' without actually saying it.

This boy, what would I have ever done without him?