27.
After freaking out for about five minutes in the bathroom, I realised that I had left Brad at the table in the restaurant. I try and pull myself together before taking a deep breath and walking out of the bathroom.
As I sit back down, Brad looks at me with a frown.
"Babe, are you okay? You look all worried all of a sudden?" He says.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I say, forcing a smile.
We finish our dinner & desserts then make our way back to Brad's house. As we get closer to his house, I start to panic even more.
What the fuck are we going to tell his parents if I'm pregnant? Oh my god, I can't even imagine it.
As soon as we get into the house, we're greeted by his parents again but we both make our way upstairs to get changed.
I start to undress, taking off my dress. As I stand in my underwear Brad comes over and wraps his arms around my waist. His lips slowly kissing my shoulder as they move towards my neck.
"Brad, I'm not in the mood." I say, not being able to stop thinking about it.
"Okay babe, is everything okay?" He says, turning me around to face him.
"Yeah, honestly." I say, not sounding very convincing to myself.
"Promise me?" He says, looking into my eyes.
I sign, almost giving in. But there was no way I could tell him. It would ruin everything for him. I would ruin everything for him.
"I promise." I say, more convincing this time.
Fortunately Brad drops the subject so I don't have to lie to him anymore. After we both get changed, we both go to sleep. When I say both of us, I mean him. There was no way I was getting any sleep tonight, I was too worried.
I toss and turn, before I decide to pick up my phone and ring Amy. I go into the bathroom, making sure that no one will be able to hear me.
I put the toilet seat down, sit down on it and press the button to ring Amy. After a few rings, she answers.
"Hello?" I whisper.
"Hello, why are you whispering?" She says, sounding confused.
"Because everyone is sleeping & I wanted to talk to you about something." I say, even quieter than before.
"Okay then, what is it?" She sighs.
"Are you alone?" I say, the last I need is Connor telling Brad that I might be pregnant.
"Yeah, I locked Connor out of the bedroom. He was getting on my nerves." She says, sounding frustrated.
The smallest giggle escapes from my lips when I realise that she's still on her period and all touchy.
"Okay, please don't freak out. I think I might be pregnant." I say, shutting my eyes, not wanting to hear her response. A few seconds pass before she speaks again, or should I say shout.
"WHAT THE FUCK." She shouts loudly over the phone, making me hold the phone at a distance away from my ear.
"Please don't freak out, I'm worried enough about it Aim." I say, on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"Don't freak out? Don't freak out. Grace, what if I rang you at 1 o'clock in the morning and said, 'I think I might be pregnant." She says.
"I would freak out." I mumble, feeling worse about the whole situation.
"Exactly. Have you taken a pregnancy test?" She says.
"No but I'm late on my period and you know me Aim, I never late, like ever." I say, worrying once again.
"I know, don't you and Brad use condoms though?" She says, already asking questions that I've answered in my head a million times.
"Yeah but the other night we were in the shower, and we just forgot about it." I say, mentally slapping myself for forgetting the most important thing.
"You fucking idiot." She says.
"I know." I mutter.
"Right, you're coming back to London tomorrow night, so just wait until then and when you come back we'll go out and I'll buy you one and we'll do it together, okay?" She sighs into the phone.
"Okay, thank you Aim. I literally don't know where I would be without you." I say, feeling thankful.
"Yeah, alright shut up. I'm not being nice to you until you learn how to use condoms again. And yes, before you ask I won't say anything to Connor." She says, before we both say our goodbyes and I slip back into bed with Brad.
It's a bit easier to fall asleep knowing that Amy will be there to support me and help me through it when I go back.
*The Next Morning*
I wake up to a gentle tap on my shoulder. I slowly open my eyes, to see Brad in his boxers with a cup of tea in his hand. I smile and I sit up as he hands me the warm mug.
"Morning gorgeous." He says, smiling and sitting next to me on the bed, with a cup of tea for himself too.
"Good Morning." I mumble as I sip my tea.
"I was thinking we could go get some breakfast out somewhere and then set off back to London, sound good?" He says.
"Yeah, that sounds good." I say with a smile.
After I finally get out of bed and get dressed, me and Brad pack all of our stuff. Once we're all ready to go we say goodbye to his parents. We decided that it'll just be easier to get breakfast then leave straight away to go back to London. Once we've eaten our breakfasts, we set off for the journey. There's little small talk as we drive, I didn't really feel like talking and Brad knew that. He knew there was something wrong, he just didn't know what yet.
