forever | e.d

27

" I just don't know what to do, Gray " I overheard Ethan mumble in frustration from outside of our bedroom.
He was on the phone with Grayson, who had called him with a voice filled with panic, one filled with worry.

A fan had tweeted about the pregnancy, with everything that could have been proof listed. It racked up a bunch of retweets, likes and replies, and I've refused to even pick up my phone. All I know is that I'll be flooded with questions, and that's not what I wanted at all.

I heard Ethan let out a sigh from behind the door, before it opened, and he came into the bedroom with heavy eyes. He sat down on the end of the bed, his face immediately being buried into his hands.
It was silent, only the sound of the tv playing one of my favourite shows from back in the uk, love island, which I'd managed to hook up onto the tv.
I picked up the remote, pausing the episode and turning towards my boyfriend, all of my attention on him, on us, and on the rumours.
" Ethan- " I began, being cut off by his shaky voice, and his pain filled eyes meeting with mine.
" don't tell me that this is fine, hol " He managed to get out, my heart dropping.
I stayed quiet, looking down at my lap as I fiddled with my fingers, the bed duvet resting over my legs, keeping me warm and cosy.
" why does this always happen? "
My eyes snapped up to the boy I love, his jaw clenching and his nostrils flaring as he stared up at his reflection in the mirror.
" why does what always happen, E- " I tried to speak yet again, only for his anger filled voice to interrupt me once more.
" every, fucking time! " He yelled suddenly, my body jumping at his sudden raise of voice.
The boy lunged up from the bed, his fists curling up into balls as he paced around the room, looking at the mirror in anger.
" everything's always going perfectly, then people find out, and I just ruin it! I fucking hate myself, you know? I fucking hate myself for letting it get to me last time, but I'm doing it again... I just, I don't know what to do anymore " He explained, his words rushed and filled with emotion as he let out a groan, kicking the clothes basket from the floor.
It fell over, laundry spilling out onto the floor as he sat back down on the bed, punching the frame aggressively with his hand, letting out a loud grunt as he did so.
" Ethan, stop it! please! " I cried out, not even realising that my eyes were glossy until he froze, his chest heaving up and down.
The second his hazel orbs met my own he gulped, his shaky hands gripping onto the pillow beside him to keep him calm. It was when he saw just how scared I was, that he stopped, a sigh escaping his lips again in defeat.
" I'm so sorry, hol... "
I shook my head, doing nothing but draping my leg over him, so that I was straddling his waist. My hands reached out to his jawline, my fingertips trailing across it before I cuppedhis cheeks gently, and pulled him towards me. I savoured the feeling of his lips against mine, salty from the tear that had fell down my cheek, his thumb wiping it away in an instant.
I took his hand that was laced with mine, guiding it down to under my baggy top, and to my belly. Ethan's muscles softened and the darkness in his eyes disappeared when he felt the bump, his fingertips tracing patterns around my belly button.
" I'm happy, we're happy. that's all we need "