Addicted z.m

Chapter 35

I didn't know how to tell him. What was I supposed to say? We weren't even in a real relationship. We just fell back into a groove after everything that went down. I kept living with him and he kept taking care of me.

I threw all of the tests away in the dumpster outside long before he got home. I spent the entire day pacing and puking and reading. I made a doctor's appointment but she couldn't get me in until the next day. He could tell something was wrong when he got home. I had replayed every scenario in my head on how the conversation could play out.

He'd be ecstatic. He'd be ready, willing, and able to raise a baby with me. He'd propose and we'd live happily ever after.

Or he'd be terrified. It was one thing when he was saving me from an abusive relationship. It's a whole other thing when it's your own child and you can't just cut and run when it gets tough.

"Still not feeling good?" He asked me while kissing my neck. We were sitting on the couch watching a movie. I realised then that he had been trying to get my attention for a while by running his hand up and down my leg and pulling me closer.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I've just been feeling really tired today." My stomach flipped while I braced myself for the conversation that was about unfold.

"What'd you do today?" he asked against my skin. His hand slipped under my shirt onto my bare back, pulling me closer.

"Not much," I sighed, trying to even my breathing. His tongue swiped at my neck before he brought his nose up to mine. His eyes screamed how bad he wanted me. And as anxious as I was, I wanted him too. "Maybe that's the problem."

His nose pushed mine up so his lips had easy access to mine. It never failed. My body burned for him more the longer he touched me. You'd think I'd be used to him by now, but I never could get enough of him. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer, breathing him in completely.

I felt his hand move to the button of my jeans. Feeling his fingers brush my stomach as he snapped the button free made me freeze. My stomach flipped and remembered the little human that was growing just below his hand.

I pulled back, sick to my stomach, but not from morning sickness. From the panic of knowing I had to tell him.

"Zayn," I whispered. He looked down at me concerned.

"You okay?" He asked.

"We should talk."

His head dropped and he let out a breath. "She called you, didn't she? I should've known." He sat up, pulling away from me.

I was confused. "What?" I sat up, my legs laying across his. His hands stroked my legs as he prepared to speak.

"Perrie came into my office today," he said, not looking at me.

I sat up straight, my stomach flipping, afraid of what he might say.

"She didn't say much," he said. "But she asked if we could meet up and talk soon."

I took a slow quiet breath, trying to keep my tone even. "Talk about what?"

He could hear the tension in my voice, despite how optimistic I tried to sound. He looked at me, his eyes reassuring. "She just feels we left a lot of things unresolved. The last time we talked was when she stormed out of the hospital. If you think about it, we never did officially break up."

I let my eyes drop from his. "And we never officially got back together," I mumbled to myself.

"Spence." His hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Babe, look at me."