ROSEMARY | Teen Pregnancy

Chapter 12: confession

I woke up rubbing my eyes. Looking around the room I felt a little confused about my surroundings before remembering the events of yesterday. My face grew hot in embarrassment and I covered it in shame. Oh my god. I had let him see me in such a pathetic state. Just then he came in with a plate of food. He set it on his night stand before peeling my hands from my face and kissing me.

"Rosie, why are you hiding from me" he chuckled before kissing my face all over.

"I'm embarrassed"

"Well, be embarrassed while eating breakfast" he gave me the plate full of fruit and eggs and a croissant.

I shook my head "I don't eat breakfast"

"Maybe not, but I'm going to make sure my baby gets some food. Eat up" he kissed my cheek before popping a blueberry in my mouth then going to the bathroom.

Was he talking about our baby or was he calling me his baby? I don't know. I picked at the croissant and the fruit. I took one bite of the eggs and almost immediately had to get up, I ran into the bathroom. He was washing his face at the sink–thankfully that's all–and I began vomiting into the toilet profusely. He stopped what he was doing and rubbed my back. when I finished he sat me on the sink and gave me a cup to wash my mouth out. He told me to stay there and he'd be right back. I leaned back against the mirror, thinking. Maybe I was being just a tad bit dramatic. With the whole avoiding everyone and never speaking to Willem again.

Willem came back with a new tooth brush and gave it to me so I could brush my teeth. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went right back into his bedroom to lay in his bed. he came and lay right next to me. "I don't have anything to wear"

"Thats ok, you look really good just like this. In my clothes" he reached over and pinched the t-shirt.

I rolled my eyes at this, "Maybe, but I don't think your parents will think the same. Especially while we're telling them I'm pregnant with your baby" I chuckled. "Do they even know I'm up here?"

"Nope"

"Ah, what a perfect scene. I come jumping down the stairs in their sons boxers and t-shirt and go 'hey I snuck into your house and baby trapped your son!' that sounds like the perfect way to win them over" I deadpanned to him.

He chuckled pulling me close "I'll ask Saylor if I can borrow something for you. And we won't say it like thaaat" he sang 'that' stretching out the 'A' "plus you didn't baby trap me, I think if that was your goal you wouldn't have been found by me on the beach trying to kill yourself" he frowned after saying the last bit. He pulled me close into him, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He kissed me there as well.

"Rosie can I ask you about somethings?"

I nodded.

he played with the hem of my t-shirt, his head on my chest, tucked under my chin, fluffy blond hair tickling my jaw. "On the beach last night, you didn't really have any clothes on. I guess nice never noticed before, or you'd never let me see before. You had a lot of um, marks? On your arms they looked pretty fresh. I imagine you did them kinda in the moment, but your legs" he reached his had down brushing over my marked up thigh. I knew he was going to ask about it, but that didn't make me any less anxiety ridden, "they've been here for a while yeah?"

I nodded slowly. Staring up at the ceiling, I sat up slowly at her lifted his head off of me to look at my face. He sat all the way up and I leaned into him. "I didn't want you to know, it's kinda like a bad habit. Like smoking. It's so hard to quite and it's so stupid because at least with smoking the nicotine is making you addicted, this doesn't do that and it hurts and it's frustrating and please don't be upset with me" I shrink
Into myself, afraid of his reaction, his face softened and he kissed my forehead.