"Breakfast in bed, for m'lady." Tristan bowed as he walked into the room, I sat up slightly rubbing my eyes with my curled up fingers, getting into a more comfortable position so I could eat. "It's pancakes, with tea, with two sugars, just how you like it." He smiled at me and put the tray on my lap.
"Did you make this?" I asked after I took a sip of my tea, to wake me up slightly.
"Oh no, James crashed here last night so he was up making them." He laughed and laid beside me, the bed dipping.
"I'll make sure to thank him." I rolled my eyes and giggled.
"Brad texted me a few minutes ago, they're coming over in like half an hour." He informed me and I nodded, spreading Nutella all over the thin pancake. "Can you not tell me before they come? It's seems really serious."
I shook my head, not wanting to talk because I had a mouth full of pancake.
"I just texted Connor he's on his way over."
I got up around ten minutes later, put my dishes in the washer, saying good morning to James, and threw on some clothes, I also threw up all of my pancakes because I was getting a belly and that was currently my biggest fear.
I didn't have any plans for today so I just put some tracksuit bottoms on and a jumper, not even bother to put a t-shirt on under it.
I walked to the living room and everyone was chilling watching something on tv.
I sat on the arm chair, away from the boys so I was on my own.
"What are you doing?" Tristan crinkled his nose as he looked at me, I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What?"
"Why are you sitting there?"
"There's no room on the couch." I pointed to the three boys who were occupying the couch.
"There's a perfectly good seat here." He gestured to his lap and smirked and I just obeyed because I wasn't mad about the idea of sitting on his lap.
He wrapped his arms around my face and nuzzled his face against my back, I smiled and propped my legs up on James, he shot me a look but didn't mention it.
"Hi guys." Charlie walked in to the living room, Brad following close behind.
"Hi." I got up and gave her a hug before she sat on the two seater sofa and I got into my previous position on Tristan.
"We have something to tell you guys." Brad started and all the boys started to listen straight away.
He explained everything and also told me how they talked it out and they were going to get through this together.
The boys were all really supportive and told the two of them if they needed anything, they were there.
Charlie told me she was going to go to therapy to try and cope.
"How about we go to dinner? It would cheer everyone up, it's food." The room was quiet before Con suggested this, the only sound being the television which wasn't even on loudly, I'm guessing no one knew what to say to them, which was kind of understandable, what do you say to someone who miscarries? You don't understand what they're going through and there is no possible way to make them feel better.
I hated the thought of going to dinner, I was already feeling like a whale but I agreed because it wasn't for me, it was to help Brad and Charlie.
Me and Charlie left, decided we needed to at least put jeans on before we go out in public, with a boy band who have fans around the world.
Once home I got a khaki green shirt on and some black jeans, leaving my hair in a pony tail, but cleaning it up a bit, I also threw on make up just in case papa were around.
