One night, one too many, one boy... one mistake.

Chapter Ten.

We went back into the kitchen and the smell of cooked and slightly burnt bacon made my stomach flip, I wasn't too sure if it was morning sickness or because of how much I had to drink last night, but either way I felt the sick travelling further and further up my throat.

"You okay Saph?" Ant asked as he walked to the table with his plate stacked full of bacon sandwiches. I looked at him and shook my head; I covered my nose with my top to stop myself from feeling even worse.

"The food... it...it's making me feel sick," I mumbled.

"What?" Ant asked.

"The smell of food is making her feel ill," Jake repeated. Ant looked at me funny then glanced down, realising how much food he had on his plate.

"Oh you mean the bacon? Why? You're not vegetarian are you?" Ant joked. I shook my head and shot him an evil glare as if to say "no you idiot". "Then why does it make you feel ill?"

"Does he know?" Jake whispered. I shook my head.

"Do I know what?" Ant asked. Drat. I had forgotten that Ant had amazing hearing.

"Tell him if you like," I mumbled.

Jake got up and stretched, he walked over to where Ant was sat and put his hand on Ant's shoulder.

"You need to promise me and Saph that you won't tell anybody else," Jake said sternly.

Ant nodded.

"I promise bro," Ant replied.

I sighed, preparing myself to be judged again.

"Saph is pregnant and the smell of food is probably triggering her morning sickness off," Jake explained.

Ant dropped the sandwich back onto the plate in shock; he looked at me with his mouth wide open.

"Who's the Dad?" Ant asked.

“Rhys is,” I replied.

“But you haven’t been together long, is that why you're with him?” he asked.

Rhys nodded.

“I didn’t want her to be a single mum, I did what I thought was best,” Rhys said.

“Fair play to you man but I'm telling you, you better not hurt this girl okay?” Andy warned.

Ant was Jake's best friend and classed me as his "little sister", and so he would look out for me at all times; no matter how big or how small the situation was, he was always on hand to knock a little sense into guys for me that had hurt me or not treated me with the respect I deserved.

“Come on Rhys,” I said diffusing the situation before it became heated. I grabbed Rhys and took him into the living room with me. I sat on the floor, it seemed more comfortable and appealing to me than the sofas did.

“What a knob,” Rhys growled.

“Shh,” I hissed.

“He thinks threats are going to work, pah!” he snorted.

“Just drop it okay? For me?” I asked. He sighed.

“Fine, for you,”

I smiled.