*Nath's POV*
Ever since Natalie was released from hospital, Tara has been worrying over her constantly. Yesterday, Natalie came back from shopping and as soon as the door opened Tara was there taking the several heavy bags and running into the kitchen before helping Natalie into the living room where everyone apart from Max was. Everyone apart from Natalie and Tara know that Chelsea and Max are related and that Max believes her over us lot. No matter how many times we tell him how sweet, kind and caring Tara is, he still believes all of those lies Chelsea has told him. Max didn't realise just how beautiful Tara actually is. The way her eyes sparkle in the sun, the way she can say her opinion and not give a fuck about upsetting anyone. She seems so flawless in everything she does. Shut up Nath, since when did you become all soppy and heartwarming! I can't believe Max let something so perfect go. I have to admit, I may have, MAY HAVE , a crush on Tara. Nothing further will go from that little crush in the back of my mind though. I just know it. How could she possibly like someone like me back?'
*Jay's POV*
I'm so happy Natalie is back, but something is wrong, like seriously wrong. All day I've seen Tara practically do everything for her. Natalie hasn't even lifted a finger. I'm getting worried. What could Natalie possibly not tell me, especially something important?
*Tara's POV*
All day I have been helping Natalie, well more like doing everything for her, if she gets up to go and get a drink, I'm already there making her tea. I just don't want her stressing out too much, especially if she is pregnant. God knows what stress can do to not only her, but the child. I've just seen Natalie walk upstairs and into her room, now is the time I can ask her about what is going on. I follow her upstairs after telling the boys some excuse about having to sort out my washing and lightly knocked on her room door.
No answer.
I knocked again, louder.
Still nothing.
I twisted the handle and pushed the door open to see the bathroom light on and the door closed. I walked over to the door and pushed it open.
Natalie was sat there, head in between her knees, silently crying.
"Nat? What's up?"
I sat down next to her and awaited her next sentence.
"I can't do t Tara, not anymore. I'm sick of hiding so many things from people because I'm scared they will see me differently, judge me. I don't want that! I don't want to be known as the girl that kept her pregnancy a secret and had to go through it all be herself because she was scared to tell people the truth. But there it is, the plain, simple truth; I'm pregnant Tara."
And then she, once again, broke down in my arms.
