Zoey's pov
"Five mintes," Jenn snaps, walking away. I glare at her, the turn to face Peyton.
"Zoey, you did the right thing. It's only for four more months. Just until your contract is expired," Peyton soothes, wrapping his arms around my body.
I sob into his chest, "But a lot can happen in four months. You could move on and find someone better than me."
"That'll never happen. You are the most amazing girl ever. And you're pregnant with my baby. Trust me, Zoey. I'll be waiting for you in four months," he promises, kissing my forehead. I sniffle and squeeze him tighter.
"Time's up. Say goodbye," Jenn commands, walking back over. I cry harder, holding onto Peyton for dear life.
"Please baby, I hate seeing you cry. Just four more months, then we'll be together," he pleads. I nod miserably, hiccuping. Peyton smiles sadly at me, then presses his lips to mine.
Our kiss was torn about by the bitch known as Jenn. She grabbed onto my shoulders and forced me to stand there as I watch Peyton be led to the car. Management had gotten him an apartment for the next four months because my contract didn't allow him to stay with us anymore.
"I love you both!" Peyton yells right before the door is slammed shut.
"I love you too, Peyton," I whisper, my voice breaking. Tears start to flow down my cheeks again as the car pulls off.
"Don't worry, Zoey. You can replace him with all of the money that we'll make by doing this," Jenn says, rubbing my back.
I yank my shoulder away from her, "Don't touch me. And only a heartless bitch like you could replace someone with money." She glares at me and opens her mouth to say something. But I wasn't hearing it. I was already walking away from her, towards my house.
"Please Zoey, you need to eat," Luke pleads, sitting down beside me on my bed.
"No," I say from underneath my covers.
"Please. It's not healthy for you or the baby," Michael reasons. I sigh and give in. I pull the comforter off of my head and look at the boys, who had all gathered around me on my bed.
"Here you go. I know it's not exactly a nutritious meal, but it is something," Calum says, offering me a pint of cookie dough ice cream, one of the few treats the baby liked.
"Thank you, Calum," I say, taking it from his hands, "It's exactly what I need right now." The boys grin and stay seated around me as I pick at my ice cream.
"So do you have names picked out for the baby?" Ashton questions, looking at my more visible bump.
"Not really. We've tossed a few ideas back and forth, but we haven't really decided yet," I answer, grabbing my water bottle from the nightstand.
"If it's a boy, you should name him Michael. And if it's a girl, you should name her Michael," Michael says, grinning, "after your favorite older brother of course."
Despite of all the shit I've been through today, I laugh. And it felt good to.
