I Can't Lose Him (ICDTNWY Sequel)

7.

Heyy guys. I was thinking of calling you guys cupcakes because we're all kind of Cake's love childs/children (child sounds better I think) because we ship them AND want them to date so much. I mean, at least I do. (I hope they're secretly gay and dating [if not, at least CRUSHING on] each other). Cx ...That made more sense in my head.

But anyway...see? Next update didn't take that long. (: But I was just itching to write this chapter so maybe that's why...haha. Things start to pick up from this point on. This is kind of the part you've all been waiting for..

Enjoy! (:

(Unedited because I'm lazy asf. Sorry if nothing makes sense and/or the tons of grammar mistakes.)

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Calum.

*Four Weeks Later*

I woke up with Luke's arms around my waist. I lovingly sighed, and proceeded to fall back asleep. We hadn't been living in the apartment for long, but I already knew that it'd be perfect for me and Luke. I was excited for what was in store for us in the future.

Nothing could get better than this.

Suddenly, I felt an churning feeling in my stomach that I knew all too well. The same churning feeling I constantly felt yesterday; and days before that, crept in.

The feeling didn't disappear like my sudden stomach ache just a couple of weeks earlier or the other times I felt it the couples of weeks before.

I felt the churning worsen, and I knew what I had to do. I quickly climbed out of the bed, throwing Luke's arms off of me in the process.

I ran across the hall and into the bathroom. I fell on my knees and emptied the contents in my stomach into the toilet bowl, barely making it there. I coughed up whatever would come up and continued to do so, making sure that whatever was coming out, was all gone.

I groaned, once I felt that everything was out. I flushed the toilet and rested my head against the wall beside me.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" I called out.

"Cal? Are you okay? I heard you vomiting...at least...that's what I think it was. Anyway, do you need help with anything?" He asked through the door.

"I'm fine. I just...haven't been feeling well these past couple of days so I'm assuming it's some kind of sickness or something like that. It'll be gone pretty soon," I assured him.

"Are you sure? I could-"

"I'm fine Luke, promise," I told him, "I'm just gonna brush my teeth and come down for breakfast."

"Um...okay. If you're so sure. Stefan is still sleeping, so don't worry if...you know," he said.

"Yeah, I know. I'll be down in a little bit," I told him.

I heard his footsteps walk away from the door, leaving me alone. I sighed and slowly stood up, walking to the sink to brush my teeth and wash my face. Once I did both, I wiped my face with a towel and it on the side.

I looked in the mirror to check and fix my hair. As I did so, my eyes trailed down to my stomach. After my pregnancy with Stefan, I was left with stretch marks that permanently marked.

I hated them. I hated the marked they left on me. It decreased my self esteem, making me feel less confident of myself because of the discovery people could make when they looked at my stomach and lower abdomen.

Male pregnancy was uncommon. I didn't need people to look at my stomach and point out my stretch marks to remind me of that. Although I was happy to have Stefan with me, it's the other people in the world that would bring you down if what you do...isn't normal.