It's Gonna Be My Year

Chapter 20

Kaitlyn's POV

-1 month later-

By the time we'd made it back home, I was almost passing out. As Jack pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition, I looked towards him. His face was red and blotchy, and he had tear stains running down his lifeless cheeks.

"It'll be okay, Jack." I whispered.

"You shouldn't be reassuring me! Fucking hell, Kay! You're the one w-who miscarried." He yelled. I jumped at the sounds and quickly got out of the car.

"Kaitlyn!" I heard him shout from behind, "I'm sorry! Stop!"

I kept walking into the house, and upstairs. I flung open our bedroom door and threw myself down onto the bed.

It was only a matter of moments before I heard pounding footsteps on the stairs, and Jack came running in.

"I didn't mean to shout, Kay... I'm so sorry." I felt the bed sink as he pulled me into his arms.

"I-it's just the way you said it..." I whispered into his shoulder, "You made it sound like it's my fault!"

He rubbed my back, "Oh god no! I wasn't blaming you- I'm sorry if it came across that way."

I pulled back from him and looked intently at him, "Are you sure?"

"I would never fucking blame you for something like this! Look, Kaitlyn?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe it was a sign, or some shit. Like maybe we're too young, we're not ready. I mean, I'm still a kid myself!" I laughed a little, "We'll give it time, maybe a few years. You can get your career off the ground, get your album out and spend a few years focusing on Rebound. Then, maybe in a few years, we'll do this properly. Get married and-" He realised what he'd just said.

We'd never spoken about marriage, or even being serious. The whole baby thing just kind of... Got in the way, I suppose.

"You've thought about us getting married?" I smiled and dried my eyes.

"Well... I-uh... Yeah. I mean, I love you! I've never loved anyone this much in my life, Kay. And I know it's cheesy but I honestly think... Well you are my soulmate." Jack looked away, embarrassed.

"I love you." I whispered.

He didn't hear me.

- - - - -

"Are you sure you're okay?" Cassadee asked me for the hundredth time that day.

I'd rung Cass and Lisa as soon as I'd recovered from the initial shock of the miscarriage. They'd both come over within the hour and had taken me out for lunch. Alex, Rian and Zack had taken Jack out to a bar for a 'guys night of therapy'. By that, I knew they meant getting drunk and singing bad karaoke.

"Yes! Cass, I'm fine. I promise." I smiled. And it was true. What Jack had said about us not being ready was true. I was honestly okay.

"Right then, shoe shopping?" Lisa had a huge grin on her face. She was, to use Alex's words, a shoe whore.

"Thank you girls- I needed this."

The two hugged me before Cass blurted out, "And I get the feeling things might be turning around for you very soon!"

Lisa slapped her arm and hissed, "Cass! Shut up!"

"What? What the fuck do you mean?" We walked out of the restaurant one by one.

"Nothing. Let's just stay you're gonna be sticking around for a long time!" Lisa giggled. Cass nodded. They looked so happy, so I snapped a photo.

But what the fuck were they on about?

They couldn't mean- no.

If we're too young for a baby we're too young for marriage.