Finding Her Joy

Not For Us

*A/N- Prepare to have your hearts broken. This is another chapter about the relationship between Mia and Reece when they were together. Maybe I just need to start a whole other story about their past. I am starting to love it. Let me know if that's something you would be interested in. I hope you enjoy this one as much as I do.

(MIA POV)
I thought I was pregnant once. It was no secret that when Reece and I were together, we did it like rabbits. I tried to be as careful as possible to not let a pregnancy scare happen, but I forgot one time.

Reece wanted to have children, but I had always convinced him that we weren't ready.

To be honest, I just didn't want to be the one he had them with. That was the bigger issue. I knew if I had gotten pregnant, then he would propose. I was already drowning in enough lies, and faking a happy marriage was not one I wanted to add to the list.

It wouldn't have been fair to Reece. His whole life, all he wanted was to find a woman, marry her, and have (what I considered to be) an army of children. I'd taken enough from him since prom night, not to mention the fact I was into women and hiding it from him. He didn't deserve that.

Looking back on it now, Reece should've been able to tell. I did bring a lot, and I do mean A LOT, of women home with us. For someone who paid attention to everything, he sure did miss that little detail.

When we had the scare, Reece and I were on one of our weekend getaways to London. I want to say we were around 23 at the time. He was asleep in the bed when I got up to go to the bathroom so I could get ready for the day.

Roger had pulled me into his office the day before our trip to yell at me. He was mad because Reece had told him he was moving out. Autumn was living full-time in a flat with some girl from university, and she wasn't planning on coming back. There was no reason for him to stay anymore since he didn't have to protect her from their dad.

I could still feel the grip he had on my arm, and it made me feel disgusted with myself. The way I allowed him to behave towards me was irritating. If it was anybody else, I would've already handled it. Why was I letting Roger get away with this? I decided to take a shower and pray the hot water would make me feel better.

I turned on the water and went over to my bag to grab my shampoo. Digging through to the bottom, I came across the tampons I had packed since I was supposed to start soon. "That's strange. I'm never late." I thought to myself, as I checked the date to see how many days it had been.

My eyes went wide as I double-checked, "8 days late. Oh, God. Please, no." I turned off the water and ran back into the bedroom. I quickly, and very loudly, put on a pair of shoes and a jacket.

Reece heard me fumbling around in the and sat up. He checked the clock, rubbing his eyes, "Babe? Are you okay?" His hand reached over to the lamp, turning it on so we could both see what I was doing. "Are you going somewhere?"

"I need to run out for something. I'll be back." I said, frantically grabbing the keys as I headed to the door.

"Mia, stop." His voice was firm.

I rolled my eyes and turned around to look at him, "I really don't have time for this. What do you want?"

He walks over to me and places his hands on my shoulders. I had just snapped at him for what seemed like no reason, so he had a look of concern on his face. "Just slow down for a minute and tell me why you're rushing out at 8 am."

"I just need to go out and grab something. I'll be right back." I pushed his arms off and left, running to the nearest store I could to get for a pregnancy test.

I was only gone 20 minutes. My anxiety levels were making it feel like an hour, and the whole ordeal felt like it was going to last an eternity.

I came back to the room, and Reece was dressed sitting on the bed. He was clearly waiting for me to return so he could grill me to explain what was going on.