The Unlucky Pick // Sequel to TLP

Chapter 21

Megan Watson's POV

I didn't tell anyone that I was pregnant.

I somehow managed to go five days without telling anyone. It was as if I believed that if I just acted like it wasn't true, it actually wouldn't be true.

The more time that went by that I didn't tell anyone, the worse I felt. I just couldn't tell anyone - I wanted to, but it was unbelievably hard to do.

Most of the time, I'd be just having a normal conversation with someone in my family, and then suddenly, the reality of what was going on without them knowing would just sort of slap me in the face, saying you're pregnant, this is the start of the rest of your life, and it'll never go back to the way it was.

To think that I was pregnant was absolutely crazy, in a way that I can't even describe, because inside, I felt like I was still a kid. I was still young, and I wasn't ready for this. 

There was, of course, the choice that I could get an abortion, but there was no way I could bring myself to do that. I may not have planned to have this kid, but now that I was actually pregnant, I couldn't give it up. It was my child, and despite how unprepared and confused I was, I was going to keep it.

Then, there was the choice that I could just not tell Niall, and raise the baby on my own. I knew I had to tell him, though, because first: I would never forgive myself if I didn't tell him, and second: I couldn't do this without him. There was no way we were going to get back together or anything, but this was going to be his kid, too, and not only would our kid need him, but I would, too.

Delilah had noticed my change in behaviour and was constantly by my side, trying to cheer me up. Currently, while I simply lay down on my bed with a blank expression, Delilah decided to blast music and dance around my room, since mum was gone for a couple of hours.

She was trying to cheer me up a little, and I knew that, but she wasn't exactly succeeding in doing so - that is, until she started playing one song. I didn't recognise it at first, but when whistling began, I knew exactly what song it was.

I sat up onto my shoulders, my mouth dropped open with a smile threatening to come onto my lips.

"Can you blow my whistle, baby, whistle baby? Let me know,"  Delilah started singing along with a playful grin.

"Delilah!" I exclaimed in surprise with a small laugh, sitting up completely.

"Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it and we start real slow," she continued with a smirk, coming over to me. She pinched my cheeks together so that my lips were puckered and said, "You just put your lips together and you come real close." She let out a laugh and stepped away from me, "Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby? Here we go."

With a laugh, I started whistling along to the song, while Delilah laughed, seeming happy to have finally made me act happier. But within a second, my mood completely changed as I remembered something.

Niall started playing music loudly as I washed the dishes and I looked back at him to see him grin at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back around. We had only recently moved in together, and I was enjoying (almost) every minute of it.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind which resulted in me jumping in fright with a squeal. Niall chuckled as he slipped his hands into each of the two front pockets of my jeans.

"You just put your lips together and you come real close," he sang into my ear, and I could practically hear him grin. "Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby? Here we go."