Addicted z.m

Chapter 32

I stared and she stared right back. I tilted my head and she tilted hers. I scanned every inch of her face, running a finger over her healing lip and discoloured cheek. I refused to accept that as my reflection. That couldn't be me that I was looking at. . .

I turned my body to the side, still looking in the mirror. I rested a hand on my bare stomach and felt a lump grow in my throat.

We were in March now. I'd been living with Zayn for about two weeks. I hadn't been on campus since. I never left unless Zayn dragged me out with him. I only talked to him, Greg - when he came over and called every night - and Maura and Bobby.

I was almost two months pregnant. I was far from showing, but I was always aware that there was something growing inside of me and that it would be somebody.

"Spencer?" Zayn's voice entered my thoughts cautiously. I hadn't heard him open the door. He stepped into the frame of the mirror and looked at me through the reflection.

"What do I do, Zayn?" I asked. "Please make a decision for me so I don't feel terrible for making the wrong choice."

I turned to face him and he placed his hand on my cheek, pulling me close to kiss my forehead. "You'll figure it out," he assured.

I shook my head, turning back to the mirror. I ran a hand over my stomach once more, imagining myself three times bigger. Zayn's hand landed on top of mine, lacing our fingers together over my stomach.

"Hey," he whispered in my ear. "I'm with you a hundred percent, whatever you choose."

I found myself leaning into him. "I've already screwed up so many lives. . . I can't ruin this one too."

"Hey," he spun me around. "You haven't ruined any lives, and you certainly are mot destined to ruin this one."

I rolled my eyes stubbornly.

"Honestly," he promised. "You'd make a great mother."

"I can barely take care of myself!" I argued. "How can I take care of a whole other human?"

"Well, I'd help you of course," he smirked.

"What?" I gasped.

"I wouldn't let you go through that alone if you didn't have to," he explained. "Plus, I've got a job, my own place, extra space."

"You would raise a child with me?"

He shrugged. "It could be fun," he joked.

"It's not a Sims game, Zayn," I pushed him back. "It's a baby! A human being that can get hurt or have medical problems that cost actual money or could even die!"

He pulled my arms to bring me closer to him. "I'm just messing," he laughed. "I told you I'd be with you through whatever you choose, and I mean it. If you keep it, I'll be right there with a bag of diapers and baby formula in the bat of an eye."

He stepped away from me, picking up a sweatshirt off the floor, and slipped it over my head. A small smile played on his lips as I continued to put on the sweatshirt.

"You were getting goosebumps," he explained his random action. I had forgotten that I had been standing there in just a bra and yoga pants. "Let's get you something to eat."

He took my hand and led me out into the living room. "I stopped by Sonic on the way home," he announced, though he didn't need to. The two Sonic bags and drinks filled that in for me. I wasn't feeling hungry. I felt like if I took a single bite, my entire stomach would end up on the floor.

I shook my head. "I just want to sit down," I pleaded. Believe it or not, sitting hurt. My butt was connected to my spine which was connected to my brokrn ribs which were still sore.