I Need A Map, Sir

Chapter 20

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Chapter 20

"This is just like the scene in 'The Back-up Plan', crazy de-ja vu!" Justin's voice woke me up. I blinked a couple times to see him stood at the end of the bed dressed all smart in a black suit.

"You watched The Back-up Plan?" I smirked.

"Don't go there Sofia." He stared. "You should really lock your door at night..."

"I normally do..." I sat myself up and shrugged. "I had a lot on my mind last night."

"Tell me about it." Ryan muttered as he grumpily got up and locked himself away in the bathroom. Guess we aren't sharing a shower today then. I sighed. 

"Sorry." I mumbled as I pushed myself up off the bed.

"He is probably feeling the exact same way you are Sofia. He was telling me last night how much it frustrates him that he's a teacher." 

"It frustrates me that we have to keep us as a secret until I leave school. How are we supposed to raise a baby Justin?"

"I'd rather we discussed this, not you and my best friend!" He spoke through the closed door.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and made my way into my wardrobe.

"I'm going to take him back to his flat so he can get ready." Justin popped his head around the door.

"K." I nodded as I looked through my dresses. Most of these just didn't fit anymore and due to lack of need to by a posh maternity dress I didn't have many options.

Finally I was ready. Eventually I'd chosen the dress I wore to my dad's birthday. An ivory, floor-length maternity dress which pulled in just above my baby bump and had some silver jewel detailing around the top and one in my clevage just to the pulled in bit above my bump. I'd made my long brown hair have very loose curls in and did simple make up with a deep pink lip. On my feet I slipped on some strappy silver sandals as my swolen feet just wouldn't fit in any of my pumps or heels. I was definitely feeling nine months pregnant today. My phone ringing made me pull it out of the small silver clutch I was carrying.

"Hello?" I answered.

"We're downstairs!" Justin told me cheerily.

"I'm coming now." I quickly left my apartment and locked the door then began my slow decent down the stairs. Trust me, it took a while!

"Could you be any longer?" Ryan snapped as I climbed into the passenger seat of his car, Justin in the back, and pulled my seatbelt on.

"I'm nine months pregnant Ryan, with your kid, remember?" I snapped just as icily back. The three an a half journey was just about to become extremly uncomfortable.

"YOU NEED TO PULL OVER RYAN!" I screamed for the fifth time, he'd just continued to ignore me. "NOW!" I yelled, the feeling of me about to throw up was making itself even holder to hold back by the second.

"Ry, mate, seriously!" Justin protested for me. 

"RYAN!" My hand threw to my mouth, it's coming and it's coming now! 

"FOR GODS SAKE JUST PULL OVER!" Justin jumped forward in the seat and yanked the steering wheel to the left leaving Ryan no choice but to put his foot on the breaks, all this earned us a lot of honks. I quickly threw the door open and clambered out just in time for me to throw up. I bent over as far as I could to avoid ruining my dress. "WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A DICK! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD THIS IS THE WOMAN YOU LOVE CARRYING YOUR CHILD WHO WAS BEGGING YOU TO STOP AND YOU IGNORED HER! CHRIST!" I heard Ryan yell and then felt a hand begin rubbing circles on my back. "I'm sorry." He spoke quietly to me. "Get it all up, good girl." He comforted with lack of anything better to say as I spewed up my guts. It just kept coming and coming. "I'll get him to pull up at a service station and we'll get you some toothpaste and a toothbrush. It's gonna be ok." Thank God I wasn't crying because it was embarrassing enough throwing up in front of him. It made me remember back to one time when I was seriously hung over and he helped me when I threw up in class then.