Stole My Heart In Greece

Chapter 20 : Advice from Sitcoms

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Kate POV :

I sat on the floor. Back rested against the bathroom door. I looked infront of me at the tiled wall. Then slowly dropped my gaze down to the pregnancy test I held in my hands. How could this have happened? Yeah, whilst Amber and Andrew were away we took advantage of an empty house. Maybe we did do it a few times whilst she was in the house, asleep. But we made sure we were protected! I shouldn't have let this happen. I knew it was too soon. I listened to my heart rather than my brain. Stupid, stupid girl. How would Miguel even react when I told him this. I'm sure kids weren't exactly on his radar. Especially not this soon. I couldn't tell him! Not yet anyway. I knew that as soon as I told him, he'd bolt. Or would he? I stared at the test again. This couldn't be right. I'd go confirm it with a doctor before I told Miguel. That way I knew for sure that I was actually pregnant, or not. Oh who was I kidding? This morning after waking up, I turned to hug Miguel, but then bolted for the bathroom and vomited in the toilet. Then I ran to the shop across the road without him noticing to buy this stupid pregnancy test. He was going to realise how long I had been in here any minute and knock on that door. To check if I was okay. Oh god. Oh no. How was I going to tell my parents too? I hadn't even told them about Miguel. Hell, I hadn't even talked to them since I told them that Christos had called off the wedding. They were going to be so shocked when I told them that they have a grandchild on the way who belonged to someone they hadn't met! For god's sake. This was all such a mess. I had been over thinking that much that I hadn't even realised I had been sobbing really loudly. I jumped up when I heard a loud knock on the door. 

"Kate! Are you okay? You've been in there for a while!" Miguel yelled from behind the door. I held in a deep breath then let out a long sigh.

"Go away." I managed to breath out. I heard him rest his fore head on the door.

"I would but I kind of need a shower, I smell of really bad B.O!" He joked. I giggled quietly at his lame attempt of a joke, then rose to my feet. 

"It's open." I chirped out, trying to clear all signs that I had been crying. I looked at the mirror and saw that my eyes were puffy and red. God dammit. Before I could grab flannel to wash my face, the door opens and Miguel strolled in, a concerned look on his face. I quickly hid the test behind my back discretely. He stood infront of me and folded his arms across his chest. He was literally a centimetre away from me, looking down at my tired, puffy, tear-stained face. I took in his scent, musky and minty. He definitely did not smell like bad body odour. Liar.

"You want to tell me why you've been sobbing for half an hour and bolted out of the bedroom then out the house?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. I looked down, ashamed. I couldn't tell him what was up. "What's wrong Kate?" He cupped my face with his hands and used his thumb to brush a stray tear off of my cheek. He tilted my chin up so I could make eye contact with him, which I was trying to avoid. Concern was evident in his eyes, a flicker of hurt too. My heart panged at the fact that I had caused that hurt, by not telling him sooner.

"Everything." I whispered with a huge hole in my throat. I tried my hardest to hold back tears. He moved his arms to wrap them around my waist. He then pulled me into a tight, warm hug. I smiled to myself and wrapped my arms around his neck to hug him back. I inhaled his scent once again, it made me forget that I still had the damned pregnancy test in my hand. Before I could do anything, the small test fell out of my hand and hit the floor. I hoped that Miguel didn't notice. Unfortunately he did and pushed me away from the hug. A confused look decorating his face.

"What was that sound?" He asked curiously. I smiled innocently to try make him think it was a figure of his imagination. Obviously, it didn't work. He turned around quickly and immediantly looked at the test on the floor. He slowly bent down to pick it up and studied it in his hand. After what felt like hours but was only a few minutes, he turned around to face me, eyes wide. I sighed and looked down at the floor again. I didn't want to witness his reaction. I couldn't. He slowly walked over to the toilet seat and put the lid down, he then sat on it. He rested his forehead on one hand, holding the pregnancy test with the other. He let out a long sigh then glanced down at the floor.