It's your Baby (A Nash Grier Fanfic) | COMPLETED

Chapter 06

The next morning I woke up by my alarm going off. The more I think how much I need to wake up, the more I just want to stay here on bed. I fluttered my eyes open and then did an attempt of sitting up straight, it didn't worked out so well. I lost my balance and fell into the ground. Thank God the covers fell along with me, because if not it would've been more painful.

I groaned and let go a frustrated sigh. I stood up and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Tangled hair, bags under my eyes, and dried saliva on my cheek. I looked like a zombie, perhaps worst.

The first thing I did, was washing my face in the sink of my bathroom. The fress liquid making me feel instantly better. I battled with my tangled hair and practically gave up, so I put it in a vague bun. My stomach crumbled so loudly that I thanked God nobody was there to listen, that would've been embarassing. So I rushed downstairs and tried to see what's inside in the fridge.

"Hello darling" my mom greeted me and kissed my forehead. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I saw her sitting in the chair, her coffee mug placed right beside her Cover girl magazine.

"I thought you and dad be off to work now" I said and poured myself a glass of orange juice.

"Is our day off" she chuckled and took a sip from her coffee.

I widened my eyes. "I don't remember the last time you and dad had the day off" I said and sat down next to her. She smiled and looked at me, caressing my cheek delicately.

"I know. . .We asked for it, I know we haven't been present lately, and we want to change that. . .And expect more days like this" she said winking playfully. I couldn't help the smile that crept to my lips, but soon felt overwhelmed at the same time.

More time.

They will be home a lot more.

The baby that's growing inside of me.

Shoot. . .

I took another sip of my juice, feeling nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, feeling nauseous all of a sudden. . .This is bad, real bad. I can't just tell them right now. It was already hard that Alec had to find out about it by finding the test in my bedroom. Now, I had to tell my parents. . .The question is: How?

I can't just go and be like:

"Hey mom and dad. . .A month ago I hooked up with this guy I barely knew in a bar and I just figured out that I'm pregnant. And also I love you, I'll see you guys at dinner"

This will be harder than I thought. . .

Nash's P.O.V

"Would you just calm down?" Matt said while plopping down in his bed. I looked at him and send him a glare. I kept pacing back and forth, biting my bottom lip. The words of this guy still going around my head. Gwen is pregnant? How is that possible? Did I use protection? I thought I did. That night is such a blur. I haven't slept all night thinking about it. Today I woke up, pretending it never happened, but the second I turned on the Tv, an episode of The Secret Life of the American Teenager popped up. . .And I went back to thinking about it.

"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down! Didn't you heard what that guy said. . .She's pregnant"

"You don't know that. . .W-what if she made it up?" said Cameron. "There's a lot of girls that make up the story they're pregnant just to get attention, there's no prove. I mean, you are famous Nash, of course she could be lying"

"Maybe, but—"

"Would you chill, bro. Don't rush things, okay? Look for the prove, research a little more" said Jack J. while plopping down in a puffy couch. I nodded and gulped the lump in my throat.

"Okay" I said and took a breath. But still not quite convinced. What if she really is pregnant, then what?. . .I don't think that guy who calls himself her brother would punch me for nothing. I need to find Gwen and clear all this up. The question is: How?

Gwen's P.O.V

I'm hungry. . .

But not the normal type of hungry. No. . .This is the type where I'm capable of eating a whole cow if I could. My stomach hurts so much and I need food right now. Is this what every girl goes through when pregnant? Horrible.

Its 1:00 pm and I'm setting the table while my mom is cooking. Which is weird you know. Usually I have to go get some pizza or do some sandwiches for my brother and I. Though I won't deny that I like seeing both of my parents here, is a nice feeling to have them back.

"I already set the table" I informed my mom.

"Great sweetie, could you please call your brother and father, lunch is almost ready" she said. I nodded and walked upstairs. I called my dad first, who was trying his best not to check up his phone. Then I walked to my brother's room. The walls full of posters of motorcycles and girls in bikinis, though I tell him to put them down. His guitar is one side, clothes are scattered on the floor, and his bed is messy as always.

"Lunch is ready" I said. He looked up from his phone and smiled.

"Hey mommy" he teased. I glared at him and put my arms in my hips. "Too soon?" he asked. I nodded. "I'm trying to make you smile. . .Sorry" he said giving me a sympathetic smile. I let go a sigh and closed the door behind me. I walked towards him and sat in the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, is just that I'm scared of telling them. . .I don't want them to find out the way you found out. . ."

"I understand, and I'll be there to tell them with you if you want" he said and kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you" I said. He nodded and then grabbed my hand, we walked together downstairs and sat in the table. Our mom smiled and served what seemed like the most delicious food ever. Seriously.

I poured in my plate almost everything. I don't know what got to me, but I just started eating like a mad animal. I grabbed smash potatoes with meat and some lettuce, I grabbed the garlic bread and broke it into pieces and ate them so fast I was afraid my stomach would explode; but I won't deny it was so delicious. I looked up and my parents and brother were watching at me like if I had grown a third eye.

"What?" I asked and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, mouth full with the exquisite food.

"Nothing" they said in unison. I shrugged it off and kept eating. I have the right to eat, pregnant or not. I don't know why they're staring at me so much. When I was done, there was ice cream for dessert so I poured in a bowl 3 big scoops of chocolate for myself, and again they looked at me weirdly.

"Is it illegal to eat in this house now?" I asked harshly. Alec squeezed my knee under the table. I let go a sigh, not understanding this emotions. I'm not supposed to have this mood swings so quickly. It can't be for being pregnant, the baby is not there yet, or yes? I don't know. . .I'm just 17. I should've payed more attention in Character Education instead of reading romance novels. But who would've thought that I was actually going to need those tips?

"No, no. . .Is just that we're not used to, uhh, seeing you eat this much. Are you okay?" my dad asked. I cleared my throat and put a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm just very hungry. . ." I chuckled nervously. He nodded and kept eating. I glanced over at my mom who was smiling while looking down at her bowl. Alec excused himself and took his ice cream upstairs, so did I. I just didn't felt like staying there much longer, I have to call Dani.

I lied in my bed and dialed her number, she picked up in the third ring. I started explaining the events from yesterday and how my brother already knows. She couldn't stop gasping and I could just imagine her eyes widening as I tell her. Now, I have to figure out how to tell my parents. Which will be the hardest thing I'll ever have to do.

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