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{fifty-two}

y o u r p o v

Three months from now, little Noah Trevelyan McLoughlin would be in my arms. His fingers wrapped around mine, or Jack's. He'd sleep on our laps and his yawns will break hearts.
"(y/n)?" Jack placed his hand on my shoulder and woke me from my daydream. I looked up to him and smiled.
"You look so beautiful." Jack kissed my forehead as I held his hand on my shoulder. He began walking away, carrying an IKEA crib towards the stairs.
"Hey," I called after him. Jack turned around, looking at me with wide eyes.
"You look beautiful too." I stood up and joined him up the stairs.
We'd started designing and decorating Noah's nursery recently and surprisingly got quite far already. We had everything in place and it was down to Jack to finally add in the crib.
"I know he's three months away but I cannot wait for our boy to come home to this room." Jack stood and admired the grey and yellow colour scheme we decided on. It was truly a work of our art combined.
"I'm proud of us." Jack kissed me quickly and then my stomach.
"I'm making tea, you want?" I offered. He nodded whilst focusing on the flat-pack instructions.
I headed downstairs and for what it was worth, I was alone. Jack was two floors up and couldn't be in any communication even with his loud mouth.
Flicking the kettle, I prepared two mugs and the makings of tea. I checked my phone and apparently had a missed call from an 'Unknown Number'. Where it was withheld, I couldn't phone back. I just had to wait until they potentially called me again.
My door knocker sounded through the rooms and caught me by surprise. I slowly walked towards the hallway and looked through the peephole.
To my horror, my ex-fiancé.
Alex Nichols.
The man I loved, and will always love.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed at him, wanting to move on.
"I heard about your little one," he looked at my stomach.
"Wanted to congratulate you and Jack." Alex looked genuinely sad, but happy.
"Well, thank you. But you need to go."
"Why?"
"Because I love you. But I fucking hate you." I felt myself about to cry, just like Alex was.
"This isn't over." He looked at me, with insanity behind his eyes.
"I'm engaged and pregnant. This is over." I closed the door on him and sighed...