Back Where I Belong

Chapter 32

Zoey's pov

"I hate this so much," I sob.

"I know baby girl. I do too," Peyton whispers, pulling me into his chest. The two of us stand there, our arms wrapped tightly around each other as we try comfort each other.

"It'll all be worth it though. Just four months, then we'll have another month together before our baby is born," he whispers, placing a protective hand on my bump. I smile through my tears.

"I still can't believe you snuck out of the house to come see me," Peyton mutters into my head, holding my body again.

"I had to sneak out. I'm not legally allowed to see you. If Jenn found out I was here-" I stop, not wanting to think about the horrible things she's do to me and Peyton.

"It's okay. We just need to be really carful. And if we are, then we can still be together, secretly," Peyton comforts, smiling at me. I look back up to him, grateful.

"You don't know how much I've missed cuddling you," I whisper, laying my head down in the crook of Peyton's neck. His arm holds me a little tighter.

"I wish that we could stay like this forever," Peyton whispers, absent-mindedly rubbing my belly.

"Me too," I mutter, stifling a yawn. I was exhausted.

"Go to bed, baby girl. My phone had an alarm set so that we can get up in time to get you home," Peyton instructs. I nod, too tired to argue with him.

As I close my eyes, I hear Peyton start to softly sing to me. I sigh contently and listen to his soft voice.

"I don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouting rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while. And she will be loved, and she will be loved." That was the last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep.

I feel a rush of sadness as the alarm on Peyton's phone starts to go off. It played Airplanes, by 5 Seconds of Summer. I grin, despite of what was going to happen soon, and reach across him to grab the alarm.

I dismiss it, then turn my attention to Peyton and waking him up.

"I'm already up," Peyton whispers before I try to shake him awake.

"Then why didn't you get the alarm?" I ask, giggling at his bed head.

"I was hoping that I was asleep and it was just part of my dream," he answers, sitting up. My face falls. I wish it was just a dream too.

"Come on, Zoey. As much as I hate this, we have to get you back home," he mutters, throwing his legs off the side of the bed. I reluctantly follow.

As Peyton drives the two of us down the street, I look at all of the street lamps, unwilling to face my boyfriend. I know if I do, I'll break down and throw a tantrum. I just want him back and I want Jenn gone.

Before I realize what was happening, I have tears rolling down my cheeks. Peyton, as if sensing my pain, reaches over and grabs my hand, squeezing it reassuredly.

It wasn't completely reassuring though.