Save Me. {A Joe Sugg FanFiction}

thirty-three

I wake up in a cushion of softness and it reminds me of home. I sigh and roll over, breathing in the homely scent. It brings a smile to my face. I feel two arms wrap around me and a jolt kicks from the inside of my stomach.
'Joe. Joe, the baby kicked!' I whisper excitedly.
'What love?' Murmurs Joe, his morning voice undeniably sexy.
'The baby. It kicked.' I whisper.
Joe smiles and his eyes flutter close.
'Oi! Wake up sleepyhead!' I say whipping off the covers. Ever since I've become 'impregnated' I get up as soon as I wake up. Mainly because of morning sickness and I need to pee but also I just feel restless and so does the little Dot.
Dot.
Immediately I feel a surge of pride.
'Hey little Dot. It's mummy. I just want to tell you I love you.' I whisper breathlessly, caressing my belly and smiling.
I go to the big bathroom and splash my face with water, doing my cleansing routine and adding a bit of concealer to hide my eye bags from becoming pregnant. I curl my hair and then realise I need a shower. I sigh, turning on the shower and undressing.
I look at myself. I'm still super skinny from anorexia and my cuts haven't healed, my belly looks odd against my thin frame and I stand side-on. My belly is tight and it definitely visible. I sigh, I need to get better. Not just for 'Dot' but for me and Joe. I make a mental note to get ride of my blades and go grocery shopping as soon as possible. I know as soon as the slight urge to throw up comes that I need to get to the loo. I put the lid seat up and throw up just in time.
The shower is making the room steamy and I hop in, the hot water is calm and relaxing against my sore muscles.
I wash myself and my hair.
My phone is on the counter and it buzzes. I get out, dry myself and check my phone. It's from Joe.
Joe: you were in the shower so I texted you. I've gone out to get something. I'll be back. I love you x
I read it confused, he could've just told me. I turn off my phone and get dressed. I go down stairs and down the double stairs where I can smell the sweet smell of my family's signature bacon recipe.
It's frying smoked bacon drizzled in maple syrup. Sounds disgusting but it's not it's amazing. I follow my nose into the kitchen where Jamie is sitting with a plate of 'Matthews Maple Bacon' with a content look on his face.
'Morning all.' I say to Jamie and my mother who is still cooking bacon.
'Morning darling. Joe not up yet?' She asks, adding more bacon and maple syrup to the pan.
'He went out..' I say. I get a plate and add 10 rashers already cooked to my plate.
'Bit hungry are we?' Jamie asks, his mouth full.
'Yeah well pregnancy has taken its toll and I'm now eating for two aren't I?' I laugh.
The room goes silent and my mum stops cooking. Jamie swallows and looks at me.
Oh shit.
They didn't know I was pregnant did they? Shit shit shit. Double shit.
'Ummm. I'm pregnant?' I say nervously and my voice goes higher at the end, in a sort of question.
Just then the door opens and Joe come back.
'What did I miss?'