Did You Just Say Pregnant?!

Chapter 18

-Jordan-

"I haven't forgotten that we need to talk." Liv says.

I groaned, while Liv got out of bed and turned the light back on.

"What do you want to know?" I ask, rubbing the back of my neck uncomfortably.

"Why you two were fighting and who is Melissa?" she asks.

"Well, this is a long story but basically, she was my fiancé. We were together for 5 years, since we were both 21. I loved her. We were going to get married after we had finished our degrees in university, when we were 27. One day, I was coming home from university to meet my family. It was a surprise; I hadn't told my mum that I would be back for Christmas. I got in, early Christmas morning and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and...” I said, reliving the memory in my head.

"Carry on,” Liv said encouragingly, rubbing my hand.                                                                              

I nodded and took a deep breath.

"I opened the door and she was there. She was naked, on top of a guy. She was fucking a guy in my own house, in my own fucking bedroom!" I shouted.

Liv's face paled and her eyes widened in shock and fear.

"She was fucking Steve. She was fucking my very own younger brother!" I roared in anger.

I expected mum to come rushing in, but maybe she was already asleep.

"I loved her. I love you now, I haven't thought of her since I met you. It’s hard to find love again in life, but I really am happy that I found you." I say, looking into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, let’s just go to sleep," Liv said in a soothing tone.

"Okay," I answer, quickly getting out of bed, turning the light off, before scrambling back into bed.

My head had barely hit the pillow before I was out.

-Olivia-

I looked at his distraught face as he walked back to the bed. I smiled at him, but his eyes were closed and he had already fallen asleep. I cuddled up to him and his arms automatically wrapped around me.

I thought about everything that he had told me. I had no right to be mad at him for not telling me that he had a fiancé, because I was married when I met him! I couldn't help but feel sorry for him; he walked in on his fiancé cheating on him. Not with just anyone, with his very own brother. I sighed and closed my eyes, and let the drama of the day pass as I feel asleep.

I woke up quite early and to an empty bed. I yawned and stretched over to the other side, it was cold, indicating that Jordan had gotten out quite a while ago. I swung my legs over the bed and struggled to get onto my feet. I could just about see my feet!

I waddled my way to the bathroom and had a relaxing bath. I got out half an hour later, feeling awake and buzzing with energy. I walked downstairs and made myself a coffee, and collapsing onto the chair, with the caffeinated delight in my hands.

I sat quietly and sipped the brew appreciatively. A few moments later the front door opened and in came Jordan in his running gear.

"Did you have a nice run?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, listen I'm sorry about yesterday, I just needed to get it off my chest." Jordan said wiping his face.

"It’s okay, I'm glad you did and I'm sorry for asking," I say hesitatingly. Jordan just shook his head in response and headed up the stairs.