[Justin]
"I'm not losing her, mom." I whimper with my head in my hands, tears falling from my eyes.
"Then go get her. Talk to her. Be there for her." She says.
"What if she doesn't listen to me?"
"Make her. If you love her, fight for her."
My mom's right. I have to fight for her. I love (y/n). With all my heart. I had to fight for her. For our baby.
"I need to call Chrissy." I say grabbing my phone, heading out of the kitchen.
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The sun wakes you up out of your sleep. Wiping a few dry tears from your face you raise up in your bed.
"You're awake." A voice rasps. You face pops up to see a figure sitting in a chair across from your bed. Your body freezes.
"Wha- what are y-you d-doing here?" You mumble.
"To talk."
"I said I couldn't see you..."
"I had to see you." He says softly, leaning forward on his elbows.
"Why? Haven't you hurt me enough?"
"(Y/n)... I never meant to hurt you."
"But you did."
"(Y/n)... Please."
"Please what?" You ask.
"I didn't sleep with her. I was drunk... That's it."
You sink into your bed, staring at the ceiling. You didn't feel like talking. You just wanted to forget it.
"(Y/n)..." He sighs. You hear him getting up, walking over to your bed.
"Baby... Please... Don't shut me out..."
"I can't help it." You mumble, rolling on your side.
He slips off his shoes and chains, sliding into bed with you.
"Can you face me?" He asks.
"I don't know." You whimper.
"Please?"
You sigh, slowly turning around to face him. He looks down between you two, staring at your flat stomach.
"I'm only six weeks, Justin." You say, trying so hard no to laugh at his facial expression. His hand gently rubs it.
"How is it?" He asks.
"It's fine." You say.
"That's good." He says.
"I... I want to forgive you, Justin. I really do, but... Right now I can't. Just give me time. Please?" You ask. He nods his head.
"Just don't shut me out." He begs.
"I'll try." You say. And you meant it.
You'd try.
