Pregnant With My Best Friend's Baby m.g.c.

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Published: May 13th, 2017

Liliana's POV

[2 Months Later]

The world hates me. I can't remember the last time I stepped out the front door. Or posted a picture on Instagram. Or anything that has to with social media. My phone buzzes every once in awhile. Most of the time it's a hate tweet or a plea from Calum.

Even Luke thinks what happened to Michael is my fault. The only people who don't blame me are Calum and Ashton. I've had no communication with either of them though. Ashton, well, he's just a dickhead. He's the one who stopped talking to me. I chose to stop talking to Calum.

On a brighter topic, I'm nine months pregnant. Only two weeks until my baby girl is here. I haven't picked out a name for her yet. Damn, I don't even have a place for her to stay. Michael and I bought that house going back a few months ago but, I haven't been there in awhile. It's not like I would be able to do anything though. My belly will get in the way and I don't want to risk hurting the baby or anything.

I watch as the clock changes to a three, followed by two zeroes. Three o'clock in the morning. How lovely. I'm supposed to be asleep right now but, she won't let me. My last day of work is in a few hours too. My last day and then I get a few months off for maternity leave, which is nice. I guess.

Hearing the front door open, I sit up in bed, "Ian?!" I yell.

"Yeah. It's just me, Lili." I hear him reply. I listen as he puts his car keys on the table and makes his way to the room across the hall. My bedroom door creaks open, "What are you doing up so late?" He asks.

"I can't sleep." I frown, pointing to my bump.

"Aw, Poppy keeping you up?" He chuckles.

"Ian, for the last time. I'm not naming my daughter 'Poppy'."

"Oh come on? Why not?" He whines.

"I don't like it. Come up with something you think I might like."

"Fine, you butt. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Liliana. Goodnight... Marnie?"

"No. Goodnight, Ian." I sigh.

[Next Morning]

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when I'm awoken from slumber. At first, I can't hear what's going on then slowly, the voices in Ian's apartment grow louder and louder. Michael and Ashton. I struggle to get out of bed but decide it's not worth it and yell for help.

"Yo, dickheads shut the fuck up and help me get out of bed." I yelled. I hear multiple pairs of feet racing up the stairs and turning down the hallway. My door swings open and reveals a tired looking Ian and Michael along with a frustrated Ashton.

Ashton rushes over to me and takes me by the hand, "Why isn't this dickhead letting me see you." he asks. I shrugged my shoulders as my feet touched the ground.

"Thanks Ash." I mumble. I look away from him to find Michael in the place of Ian. He frowns at me before I could quickly turn away and look back at Ash.

"So," Ashton starts "can we go downstairs and talk?" Ignoring his comment I brush past him and make my way towards the stairs. With one hand on the railing I carefully take one step at a time. Behind me, I could hear Michael and Ashton whispering about whether or not they think I'll talk to them. Their voices get louder, convincing me that they actually want to talk about something serious. I sigh and without warning turn around causing them to stop short and almost fall.

"Fine, you have five minutes to talk and then you leave." Their eyes widen and a small smile spreads across both of their faces. Before talking we continued going down the steps. Guiding them towards the kitchen we could smell lunch being made by Ian. I tell them to sit down in one of the chairs by the counter and then I follow. "So, what did you two bastards come here to talk about?" Michael flinches at the name and Ashton gives me a dirty look.