Thank You For Saving Me // Stauren

chapter fifty

Steven's P.O.V
"...so she's only just found out about the letters you sent her. She said she feels guilty since all these years she thought it was you not keeping in touch but in fact it was her." I said, after we had been talking for twenty minutes before.

"And you're telling me this, why? If she cared, she'd be here. And the letter thing is probably Anna, her mum. She hates me, has since Laur was born." Lauren's Dad replied, honestly. I hid a smile at the nick name, due to the fact that I use it too.

"She doesn't know I'm here. She was asleep this morning before a left." I spoke before continuing, "if you don't mind me asking, why would Lauren's mom hide the letters from her?" I asked.

He sighed, "she's quite... over obsessive. She wanted Lauren to love her more. When I was there, she was always a daddy's girl. So obviously, her mum got jealous. It was complicated to why. I would tell you more but.. I don't even know you. What are you to Lauren anyway?"

I thought for a moment, wondering if I should tell him my real relation or not. He's still her dad, he'd still be protective, right? "Uh.. a friend. Really close friends." I lied. Badly. He looked at me with an untrusting stare before continuing.

"Right.. well.. like I said, it was complicated. There was an.. issue, shall we say, when Lauren was born" His words turned into a mutter towards the end but clear enough to hear. I leaned forward and motioned for him go on.

Lauren's P.O.V
I woke up to see Steven gone, but a note on the side. I could tell by the handwriting that it was Steven straight away, and read it quite easily. It read:

Decided to go out and explore somewhere. Promise I won't be long, text me if something's not right xx

I smile, to no one in particular, about how even in writing he's so loving and kind and would do anything to make sure I'm safe.

When I have the effort to get out of bed, I go into the bathroom, take one look in the mirror and decide that it might be a good time to take a shower. In less than a minute, I stripped and stepped into the steamy, glass shower doors.

As I was washing my hair, letting the water fall onto my head as the soap went down my back, I started to think. Not about anything in particular, but about my life in general. About how it was so good, then went downhill. And quickly at that. But then, in time, it was good again, the best it has ever been. But then, I remembered what Emily said ages ago. About how this baby might not be Steven's.

"Laur?..." She said, sounding nervous.

"Yeah?" I replied, wanting to know.

"Are you sure it's Steven's?"

"Of course it is! Who else's would it be? I'm not a whore Em." I chuckled a bit, not in a funny "haha" way but more in a nervous way. I mean, come on, seriously?

"I know but..." she trailed off, not knowing how to structure the sentence well.

"It's not Jay's, I know it's not."

"Lauren..."

"It can't be! That makes no sense."

"Ok if your sure." She gave in.

"I am"

I get why she thought of that, but there isn't a way for that. Right? Right. It's not possible. I'd be over 3 months by now, surely. And I'm positive I'm only two...