Them. | The Final Installment of the Him Series | Joe Jonas Fanfiction

Forty Six.

*This chapter could be triggering for some readers, please read with caution*

I'm really tired of getting up a million times to pee. I'm not even far along in the pregnancy and I feel up I get up all night long. It's annoying, to say the least. And these cramps aren't fucking helping either.

Throwing the blanket off of myself, I feel Joe's hand slide off my waist as I climb out of the bed and make my way toward the bathroom, my brows furrowing before I find myself wide awake at the feeling of a gush. Rushing the rest of the way across the room as quietly as I can, entering the bathroom and closing the door quietly, I turn on my heel, rushing over to the toilet and pulling my shorts down, gasping for air as I see what I was afraid of in front of my eyes. Pressing my lips together, I close my eyes, trying to push back the tears threatening to fall from the surface, shaking my head. Taking off the shorts, I discard them, not wanting them anymore as I take in a shaky breath.

You did this. You can't blame anyone else but yourself. You wouldn't let any of it go. You kept stressing. You kept yourself in a heavy amount of stress knowing it wasn't healthy for a pregnancy. You caused this. There's no one else to blame. The only one you can blame is yourself.

Squeezing my eyes shut as I feel another cramp combined with a gush, I bring my hand up to my mouth, doubling over as a muffled sob makes its way through my lips, tears falling from my eyes as I try to stay quiet, not wanting to wake Joe. He's been working so much; he needs sleep too. I can deal with this on my own. I just need to sit here for a few minutes and then I can go get underwear, put a pad on, and climb back into bed. I'll tell Joe tomorrow. He's going to fucking hate me. My husband is going to fucking hate me. This could've been avoided. It could've been fine. But I wouldn't let everything go. I just had to be certain it wasn't over. And now it's costing my family more than I ever thought it would. I'm so fucking stupid.

"Addie?" Joe's voice comes from the bedroom. "Baby, where are you?"

I tuck my head downward against the arm lying against my stomach, my hand still covering my mouth as I try to stop the tears, not wanting him to know.

The doorknob twists, making my bite down on my lip aggressively, another sob threatening to escape.

"Baby?"

I stay quiet. If I stay quiet maybe he'll leave, just think I'm having a time using the bathroom or something. He'll go back to bed, and I'll be able to deal with this on my own until morning.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, stepping closer, rubbing my back. "Talk to me."

I sniffle, shaking my head. "I'm fine."

"Baby..." he starts.

I squeeze my eyes shut again, feeling a lump form in my throat.

He's not going to leave. He's not going to make it easy.

I feel the tears burning at my eyes, though they're closed. My nose tingles as my lip trembles, the lump getting larger, making it hard to breathe.

"I'm sorry." I choke. "This is all my fault."

It's quiet for a moment before his hand leaves my back and a pit grows in my stomach.

I knew it. I knew he'd hate me. I knew he'd be angry. I can't blame him. I can't. There's no reason for him to be-

A gentle touch on my leg catches my attention as he lifts it and I feel a pair of underwear slide up as far as he can before he takes my hand, forcing me to stand so he can pull them up the rest of the way, a pad already on them... I didn't hear him do that.