I looked at the test result. I was in fact pregnant.
I couldn't believe it. I was really pregnant.
I didn't know whether I should jump and celebrate it or worry more. Not to mention, when should I tell him? I didn't want to stress him before the biggest game of his life.
Nicole knocked on the bathroom door.
Y/nn! What does it say?
I hesitated for a second not believing myself, I was really about to say it, I'm pregnant.
Nicole gasped. Your kidding.
Nope. I'm not.
I opened the door and she came running in to hug me.
I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! EE!!
I smiled, rubbing her back. I noticed her sweet scent.
Thank you. I grinned.
But should I tell Brock before the SuperBowl.
Nicole got up. A more serious look was on her face.
I..I don't think you should.
That's not what I was hoping to hear.
Why?
I don't think you should give him any major distractions like that.
I nodded, understanding her statement.
Nicole then hugged me one last time before leaving for dinner with her friends.
I checked my phone, a text from Avi.
"Hey I'm on my plane now..I can't wait!!"
"Omg yes!! I'm so excited to see you, also there's sm I have to tell you"
I could already tell she was licking her lips and smirking for alllll of the drama.
.
I stayed inside the hotel for most of the day. I didn't want to do much. I felt so guilty for not telling Brock. I imagined parenting with him. I know he would be nice about it. I couldn't imagine him being a bad father. But maybe he was too young?
Thoughts swarmed my mind. I knew I had to do something to get it all out.
So I got my swimsuit and headed to the pool.
I took a couple of laps around, focusing only on the water, since it was the morning and the pool was most used at night I had more room.
Then once I was tired and satisfied enough I went back to my room to shower and get dressed, not for much but just to not feel lazy.
After my brisk shower I changed into ripped jeans and a cute shirt. Then as I was doing my hair my phone got a text from the man I have been trying to avoid. But I failed to avoid reading the message, I practically zoomed to open it.
"Hey how are you?"
I smiled at the text.
"I'm good. I don't have many plans for today so I'm kinda just chilling for now."
It took so much from me to not ask to meet up. To not tell him about our child. But I couldn't. I can't distract him from the biggest game of his life.
"Oh I wish we could hang out but I'm gonna be at practice for majority of the day."
"Wow I'm sorry, I can't imagine how tired you are."
"It is what it is, as long as we win the Super Bowl."
And at that we ended the conversation.
.
"Hii! Remember where my mom's house is?? You can come now."
I then grabbed my purse with my basic essentials and got an Uber to her family's home.
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Cheering for you! | Brock Purdy
Roman d'amourY/n the cheerleader for the San Francisco 49'ers and Brock Purdy the quarterback of the same team fall in love. But what if their love is forbidden by the team? (Ranked #1 in 49ers)