Malcom's PoV
Today was the last day before Ariana went to have her abortion. She was nervous and when she's nervous I'm nervous but I comfort her.
"Baby" Ariana's tiny voice is heard "what's wrong princess" I ask "Can you love me" she asks "you need your sleep princess" I tell her honestly "Malcom please I can't have sex for a well after this abortion and I'm carving some attention" she says so confidently which surprises me. "Alright princess"'I chuckle.
I kiss her lips, the softness they taste of strawberries.
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"Fuck where did that come from"Ariana pants changing her breath "well I thought I would love you good since we have a week off" I chuckle pecking her lips. "That was fucking amazing" she smile at me "I'm glad" I laugh back.
"Sleep baby girl" I tell her and she nod snuggling down into my side falling asleep. While she slept I gently brush my thumb over her checks. I admire how truly beautiful she is.
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Ariana POV
I wake up and sigh today was the day my life might start to pick its self back up when I know I'm doing the right thing but I feel like I'm doing something wrong. Like I shouldn't get rid of the baby that's growing inside of me but I know it's for the best.
I pad loads of pads and bags clothes and place in my bag. I read some breakfast and Mac comes and wraps me in his arms "you alright baby" he asks and I nod "just wanting this over and done with" I tell him. To be honest I wasn't being honest with him.
I felt like shit. Not once in m life did I think I would get an abortion and not once did I think it was acceptable but here I am going to get one. I don't think I can live with this baby but I don't know if I can live with the fact I'm killed my child either.
Malcom's PoV
Something was bothering Ariana I could tell in her eyes. This isn't like Ariana. The look in her eyes was pain and sadness. He eyes normally show happiness and joy.
"Ariana you can speak to me you know that don't you" I rest my hand on her thing and give it a gentle squeeze "I know I can but honestly nothings wrong" she tells me on the brim of tears.
I knew exactly what was wrong. It was what was happening today. She nervous about what this meant and she was nervous in general.
Sitting in the writing room she lays her head on my shoulder and a tear escapes her eyes. I only know this due to the fact my top got wet.
"Ariana Baby" I sadly smile at her "I'm fine" she reply "Ariana your crying let me in let me help you" I ask and she breaks down "I'm sorry I'm killing your child" she cries against me.
"Ariana don't" I tell her. We get sent to a private room for her to calm down. "WAIT" she screams
