will we talk? {sam fender}

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wembley night 5

"auntie lacy!" my best friends voice calls from outside the dressing room door, me and sam smile at each other in excitement as i rush to the door to be met with sophie, dean and florence.

"baby girl!" i squeal stealing florence from sophie's arms immediately, she's gotten so big since i last saw her

"oh i missed you flo" i smile twirling around with my goddaughter, sophie and dean both fake clear their throats "oh and i missed you guys too!"

"yeah fucking thought so" sophie rolls her eyes pulling me into a hug, as she does my makeup artist comes on signalling it's time for me to get my makeup done

"go see uncle sam while i get my makeup done darling" i smile at flo who is babbling and clapping away, as i walk over to sam she reaches her arms out and he grins as he takes her.

i sit down in the chair and let the artist start on my makeup "i can't believe how big she has gotten" i sigh looking at flo in sams lap through the mirror

"i know! a few more months and she'll be 1" sophie smiles playing with her daughters blonde hair

i yawn tiredly before apologising to my makeup artist for having to make her pause.

"tired?" dean asks from the sofa next to sam, i nod sleepily

"yer always tired" sam laughs at me playing row your boat with flo "you sleep in everyday and then complain your tired about an hour later"

"shut up" i joke with a chuckle

"ugh i was like that when i was pregnant with that one" sophie smiles pointing to her daughter "i just didn't stop sleeping"

"yeah it was great for me" dean jokes causing his girlfriend to slap him on the arm

"well it wasn't great for you when i was crying over everything" sophie laughs "god how i don't miss being pregnant"

"you had all the symptoms i swear" dean laughs at his girlfriend

"yep" she sighs "crying constantly over absolutely nothing, throwing up, always tired and i was constantly anxious"

my stomach drops as i think back to the last couple of weeks. when i threw up before my first show in wembley, the anxiety i felt that day, when i cried on the plane over sam's songs but then i didn't even care a few hours later. and the tiredness.

sophie must have noticed my smile had dropped as she frowns at me "what's wrong?"

the makeup artist passes me the mascara to do myself and i lean forward in the mirror, my stomach churns.

"oh nothing" i frown applying the mascara, both sam and dean have looked up at me now and are watching me intently.

"you look like your going to be sick...what's wrong?" sophie says standing up and coming over to me, she sits on the dressing table

"don't worry it's stupid" i fake a smile passing the mascara back to the makeup artist who has started doing her finishing touches now

it is silent for the rest of the time my makeup is being done, my mind is racing with possibilities. i want so desperately to reach for my phone and go to my period tracker.

my makeup is finally done and i thank the makeup artist with a mumble, she smiles leaving us all alone together.

the first thing i do is rush to my phone on the table and i open the app. i blink back tears as the screen stares back at me.

14 days late

that's like really late. like really really late. fuck. how did i not notice? i guess i've just been so caught up in tour

"lac what's wrong?" sam says concerned from the sofa, sophie looks up from biting her nails, she leans over me and stares at my phone seeing what i've just seen

"fuck lacy" she gasps her eyes wide

"it all makes sense" i panic "i'm tired all the time, i've cried over some stupid stuff lately, i threw up the other day and i almost didn't go on stage on night one" i tell her with my heart racing

dean and sam are looking between me and sophie, we're both sat with our mouths wide open.

"what the fuck is happening?" dean laughs but in a scared tone at us

sophie's head snaps to her boyfriend "dean we're gonna have to do a co-op trip quickly" sophie tells him

his eyebrows furrow "for what?"

"a pregnancy test"