forever | e.d

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I stood in front of the full length mirror, my sports bra and shorts showing off my stomach. It was still flat, however the more I looked, the more I thought I looked different. I sighed, still in disbelief as I sat down against my bed.

It had been two weeks since I found out I was pregnant, and I had yet to tell Ethan. A part of me wanted to message him, begging for him to come home and help me, but I could easily get away with having an abortion, and not even telling him. Okay, maybe that was a little crazy, I was not about to try and recreate love Rosie. Plus, I would never, ever, get an abortion. It was completely against me to do that. Everything happens for a reason, right?
But I'm eighteen. I'm in a long distance relationship with Ethan who's at the best point of his career yet, so this couldn't have happened at a worse time.

I took a seat on my bed, opening up my laptop and heading to YouTube. I often found myself on the twins channel, watching their videos to cure how much I missed Ethan, and even his brother. At the same time, I'd scroll through my social media, endless comments and tweets asking where I was, what was wrong or what had happened, appearing on my feed. I just couldn't escape.
There was no way I was telling them this soon. If I hadn't told my boyfriend, then there was no way he was finding out over a phone.
With that thought in mind, I opened up my messages, heading to Ethan's contact. I missed him too much to handle.

text messages.

hey, grant?

I've missed that

why couldn't the toilet paper cross
the road?

idk why?

because it got stuck in a crack

ffs hahahah

every time you still manage
to make me laugh
and you're in England

aren't I funny

yes
but I miss you.
LA's boring

you're always in LA

it's obvious you're not at your
happiest there

i know but

no buts grant
go back home

well how about
when you come to see me
you come to see me in new jersey

I want you to meet my family

I don't know ethan

come on
they already love you
I always talk about you

I'm not sure they'll actually like me
u know

and why's that?

maybe because I'm pregnant with
their 18 year old son's baby and they've
never even met me before
>not delivered

grant is typing....

I promise they'll love you

if I love you
then they'll love you

ok
we'll sort something out

I can't wait to see you again hol
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