Loving Him (Ashton Irwin a.u.)

Chapter 27

"Honey, I'm home!"

I groaned loudly into my hands. This was the moment I had been dreading the most. I had to confront Ashton. I had to tell him the news - I was pregnant.

"What am I gonna do?" I whispered to my roommate. "He's gonna hate me."

"If he hates you then he's a dick and you should cut his balls off," she joked, before composing herself and giving me a different answer. "If what you want is different to what he wants then that's a clear sign you two shouldn't be together anymore."

"But I want to be with him," I argued.

"Mais? Babe, where are you?"

"Shit," I repeated over and over again to see if it made a difference to how I was feeling. It really didn't.

When Ashton walked into my bedroom he froze. He could tell something was wrong and he was scared of what that might've been. "What's going on?" he said cautiously as he slowly stepped further into the room.

"Ashton," Saskia said softly. "I need you to be understanding of how Maisie feels right now, OK?"

"What do you mean?"

She shook her head. "Just trust me."

And with that Kia gave my back a gentle pat and made her way out the room.

"Mais?" Ashton asked as he walked towards where I was crouched over on the bed. "You're scaring me, babe, what's wrong?"

The moment I felt the bed dip beside me I felt all control I had over myself slip away. "You're gonna hate me!" I cried. "Promise me you won't leave me!"

"What? Why would I hate you?" he demanded as he rested a hand on my shoulder. "Maisie... Come on, don't leave me to draw conclusions." I remained silent as I built up the courage to tell him the truth. "Did you... Mais, did you cheat o-"

"Ashton, I'm pregnant."

My world froze at that moment and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. But when I felt Ashton leave my side I looked up through my tear-ladened lashes to see him standing tense and rigid with his back to me and his hands knotted in his hair. He paced slightly back and forth, still refusing to look at me. Right before I opened my mouth to ask him to say something - anything - he whipped round, hands on the back of his head, face angry, body quivering with rage and he shouted, "Is it mine?!"

"What?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Is it my kid?"

"Are you kidding me?" I whispered. "It's ours! Of course it's ours!"

He grunted and threw his arms down to his sides before beginning his pacing again and finding nothing better to do with his hands than to run them through his hair again.

"How is this possible?" he demanded.

"You didn't wear a condom," I replied simply as I weighed up in my head whether or not to stand up and walk over to him. "It happens."

"Don't you dare blame me for this," he growled as he pointed an accusatory finger at me. I sunk back into the bed.

"What?" I asked dejectedly as the realisation that he wasn't taking the news well dawned on me. "Aren't you... Aren't you happy for us?"

He stopped and stared at me with an expression so shocked he looked almost amused. "Happy? You're fucking pregnant. How could I possibly be happy about that?"

"You don't want it?" I breathed out before defensively smoothing a hand over my abdomen. For the first time it really felt like something was in there, no matter how small or how long it was going to take for it to actually look like a person.