chapter 20

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Chapter 20, hope you enjoy it xoxo GothicTink... p.s COMMENT/VOTE/FAN

Justins pov

I leaned down over the moses basket lightly touching the babys' face, i turned and gazed at Sarah as tears started to sting my eyes "w-whats his n-name?" i stuttered, she smiled back at me "his name is drew" utter shock and confusion ran through my body. how could she go through with this and not tell me?

I stood up straight walking towards Sarah, i grabbed her hand and led her back down the stairs into the kitchen, sitting on the stools we had vacated not too long ago i just stared at her with utter disbelief. I felt completely blank, i couldnt feel any emotion... How did this happen? How could she not tell me? I had a right to know didnt i? questions raced through my mind but one stood out more than the rest 'is he mine?'

"How could you have a baby and not tell me?" i question her as i need answers, "Well.. when i was in the hospital the doctor told me i was pregnant, he did a scan to be sure, he told me i was only a couple of weeks" she sighed then continued, my eyes glued to her "i kind of went into a daze, i felt numb to everything and everyone around me, i didnt know what to do so i just left" she sighed again, shaking her head "i didnt want it to ruin your career"

"so... you had the baby on your own?" i asked, "no" she shook her head "my mam has been there every step of the way, Drew will want for nothing" i couldnt help it but the next question slipped from my thoughts to my mouth "is he mine?" i asked softly, she turned her gaze away from me to the floor knotting her fingers together "tell me Sarah! is he mine?!" i ask again... "i-im pretty positive hes yours but if you are unsure i can request a paternity test" Her words knocked the air out of my lungs, how could she say that but i have no choice "i will have to, its not that i dont believe you, its just what Scooter will want" i reply as she nodded in return.

Sarah stands from her stool grabbing her phone dialling a number and pressing the phone to her ear "how long are you in town?" she asks, "well... my tour wont start for a few more months, so however long you will have me" i reply, she smiles back at me as someone answers her call 

**on the phone**

"Hello margaret, its Sarah Williams how are you?....yes im fine thank you, i was just wondering if my doctor has any appointments available for tomorrow?.... of coarse i dont mind, its for a paternity test.... yes, thats fine thanks.... okay, see you tomorrow, bye"

**off the phone**

"an appointment has been made for 11am tomorrow morning if thats okay?" she asks, "thats fine" i reply, my insides were basically screaming in fear "so how have you been?" i ask after what felt like forever of silence, "oh ive been fine, i got my job back after Drew was born and a new car that was more baby friendly, how about you?" she asks smiling politely, "i could of been better, i released my new single heartbreaker, tour starts in a few months after i release the album so right now im on a break... Scooter and Emily are still going strong" i thought for a moment "thats about it" i shrugged.

Sarahs gaze drops to the floor "im proud of you, i hope your happy" she says, "i would be if you were back in my life" i announce, standing up and pulling her into an embrace as she nuzzles my chest, she doesnt cuddle me back, she keeps her arms folded over her stomach so i step back and bring her gaze to meet mine, i notice silent tears running down her cheeks "oh my god, why are you crying baby?" i ask concerned, she frowns at me "please... dont call me that... i should of told you but i didnt want it to ruin your career, who knows what might of happened if i told y-"

I cut her off my leaning in and placing my lips against hers, kissing her gently as i taste her tears, surprisingly she kissed me back before she suddenly pulled away turning her gaze back to the floor "i cant do this" she whispers "why?" i question "because of Drew, i dont want him to get hurt, hes just a baby" she explains softly.

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