The New God Series Shorts and One Shots.

Heartbreak

This is basically when Percy Leaves Amber, from Amber's point of view, as well as a little of the aftermath. 

Amber's point of view

I was waiting for Percy to arrive for our date, I had to admit I was a little worried, he'd been acting kind of weird ever since I told him I was pregnant at first I just thought he was probably worried about becoming a father, but lately I wasn't so sure, if that was all it was it had started to affect how he acted when we were together, I got the feeling his feelings hadn't changed but he still seemed less eager.

our kisses had become less heated, and we rarely had sex anymore, even though it wouldn't be a problem if we did since I was already pregnant so it's not like he could get me pregnant again, He didn't seem like the kind of guy that would leave me, but after how he'd been acting lately I couldn't help but worry that maybe he would. obviously I hoped that wouldn't happen, but nonetheless, the thought still wouldn't go away as I waited for Percy to arrive.

Honestly, I had been thinking about asking Percy what was wrong, and I would probably do it that night since I wanted to know why he'd been acting so different lately. I knew I loved him, and I would be really upset if he left me but I hoped that wouldn't happen, especially not then when I was pregnant, I wanted him to be there as I went through the pregnancy, and when our baby was born. Obviously, I hoped he would also help me raise our child. 

Even if he couldn't be here all the time I hoped he would at least help me, the idea of being a single mother was kind of frightening, and rather unappealing, not only because it would be hard but also because I didn't want to lose Percy, I knew I loved him too much, and if he left I would probably bawl my eyes out, not just because him leaving would really upset me, bat also because my hormones were all over the place due to my pregnancy. 

When Percy finally arrived the look on his face told me that something was definitely wrong. Worried about what his answer would be I asked, "Percy what's wrong?"

He was silent for a moment as he seemed to be struggling to force out his words, that made me even more worried about what his reply would be but I waited nervously until I heard him say, "I'm really sorry, but we have to stop seeing each other,"

At first, I wanted to deny that he'd actually said those words but I knew I hadn't heard him wrong, he'd said exactly what I'd hoped he wouldn't. I felt my eyes fill with tears but I didn't let them fall. Before I would do that there was one thing I wanted to know, I wanted to know why? why was he leaving me? was he going to help me at all or would I be taking care of our baby on my own? 

When I spoke I could hear how upset I was in my own voice since it trembled. I asked, "Why? Did I do something wrong? Don't you love me?" I was pretty sure that my last question hit him harder than the other two, but I'd had to ask it even though I'd been pretty sure that wasn't the reason for him ending our relationship. After I spoke I was pretty sure I saw tears fill his eyes, those gold eyes that had gotten my attention the moment I first saw them months ago. I wasn't sure though since it was kind of hard to tell though through the blur of my own tears.

As Percy replied to my question I could tell that he was also struggling to keep his voice level, due to that I was pretty sure he didn't really want to leave me, but then why did he think he had to? He'd said, "Amber I love you more than anything in the world, and it's nothing you did either, The reason we can't see each other  is for our child,"

After he'd said that he'd gently placed his hand on my slight baby bump, honestly it wasn't really noticeable yet unless you already knew that I was pregnant, or if someone did somehow notice they might just assume that I had put on a few extra pounds. For now, Percy and I were the only ones that knew the truth, and when he touched me my gaze drifted from his face to the hand that was gently touching my stomach as if I was a delicate ornament that could shatter at the slightest touch.