When the Past Comes Knocking (a Joe Sugg/Conor Maynard/Oli White Fan Fiction)

Chapter Fifteen

Christmas and New Year came and went in a blur. Days came and went with a blur and before I knew it, we were in mid January. I stared out of the window as Conor drove.

Conor and I still hadn't talked in depth about the baby. We needed too. It felt like something we were putting off. The elephant in the room if you were.

I wasn't exactly sure where Conor was taking me. He said it was a surprise.

"Conor," I asked, "I'm not exactly a fan of surprises..."

"Ah..." He held a finger up to shush me. "It's not bad, don't worry."

I smiled at him and looked back down at my phone. It had been a month since Joe had walked out on me. A month since he told me he loved me. A month since he cared. I thought about texting him at least four times every day and I still watched any videos he released.

He hadn't daily vlogged for a while. I can't blame him. Everything was different now. No one really knew about us splitting except the people who cared about us the most. No one had caught onto me and Conor yet either. I like it that way. It was our little secret.

Jack often kept in contact with Joe and even Conor. They never told him about us. Joe didn't even know I was living at Conor's. I don't actually think he knows where I am, but whatever, he wasn't fighting for me. Why should I care?

Conor pulled up in a car park in the middle of nowhere. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Look, it's not often we get out of London so I thought a nice walk..."

"I didn't even bring wellies!" I complained.
"But you did." He wiggled his eyebrows at me as he pointed to the boot of his car making me laugh.

"Fine." I gave in giving him a smile.

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The trees rustled in the slight January wind as Conor and I walked hand in hand along the path. Maybe now was the best time to bring it up. We were in a different environment.

"Conor," I stopped him talking him about his upcoming video, "We need to talk about something."

He looked confused. "What have I done?" he asked uneasily looking at me.

"You've done nothing." Reassuring him by putting my hand on his chest. "It's about the pregnancy thing."

"Oh..." he began walking again, "What about it?"

"Conor, this is serious." I said again stopping him. "We have to talk about this properly."
He stopped and nodded. He took my hand again and lead me over to the nearest bench.

"I've been meaning to speak about this to you for a few weeks now." I started.

"Me too." He added on, "I haven't been ignoring it. I promise."

I knew he hadn't. He was there. Morning sickness, mood swings, the lot. He held me while I cried. We had never just spoke about it.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

He took my already shaking hands and covered them in his to keep them warm.

"This isn't about what I want. It's about you."
I leant into him as he put his arm around me.

"I don't know Conor." I sighed. "This isn't just straight forward. I don't know if it's yours or Joe's."

"As much as I hope I'm the father, I don't care." He said into my hair. "As long as I've got you, it doesn't matter. We can work this out."

"Do you think Joe deserves to know?" I asked him honestly.

Conor shook his head. "Wouldn't it just hurt him more?" He pulled me closer to him. "I don't see how telling him he could be a dad would be any good to anyone."

I sighed. "I guess you're right."