Nochelle One Shots

You're What?

Richelle's Pov
Shit. My hands shook as I held the tiny stick in my hand. Positive. It said positive. My face turned pale with fear as I realised that I was pregnant. Pregnant!

I felt as if I were in shock. I was twenty one. Noah and I had just moved in together. How would I tell him? I wasn't ready for a baby! We weren't ready for a baby. We decided to leave that talk for a few years at the very least. We were so young.....

"Richelle, baby," a knock came from the door and I felt myself freeze in fear, "you've been in there a while.....you okay?"

My breathing picked up rapidly. The stick fell out of my hands as I stumbled backwards. What if he left me? What if he kicked me out? Thoughts raced through my head; everything began to become a bit blurry. My head was spinning.

Suddenly, I felt myself fall to the ground.

"Richelle!" I heard Noah yell, sounding panicked as I saw the door handle trying to open. "Richelle open up!"

I gulped. For the first time in my life, I was afraid of Noah. I was afraid of Noah? The Noah that cares for me every second of his life. The Noah that hugs me to sleep. The Noah that I'm going to have a child with......the Noah that loves me.

"Richelle please..."

I managed to stand up, my hand resting on my forehead. I didn't feel okay. My other hand quickly unlocked the door before Noah called the police, and I pulled it open to reveal my gorgeous boyfriend staring at me, worried.

"Baby," he began, taking my hands into his, "what's wrong? You look a little pale...and what was the crash sound? Did you slip? Are you hurt?"

Quickly, trying to avoid telling him, I pushed myself into his chest, wrapping my arms around his back. I just wanted to hide. I felt all sorts of things; scared, embarrassed, confused and just overall stressed out.

"Please tell me what's wrong," he gently rubbed small circles into my back as I clung onto his shirt tightly, fighting back tears.

"Noah," I eventually spoke, looking up at him, "I...I...."

I couldn't say it. He looked so worried. A tear slipped out of my eye. It trickled down my face and landed on my lips. I wiled it away with my tongue, its saltiness stinging me, but then another came. And another. And another. And another.

I couldn't talk, my cheeks were flooded with sadness.

"Come here," he pulled my head back into his chest, gently rubbing my arm. "Shhhh baby, it's okay. You can tell me sweetie."

My legs were suddenly lifted off of the ground and I felt his strong arms pull me up. My legs wrapped around his waist like a koala and he began to carry me to our bedroom.

Gently, he placed me on the edge of the bed and squatted down in front of me. I couldn't look at him. I just couldn't. His hands soon took hold of mine.

"What's wrong angel?" He was so sweet.

He was so good to me. I didn't want to lose hm, but I had to tell him. Besides, he'd find out sooner or later anyway when I would be throwing up every morning or crying at every film we would watch.

"Noah," I looked at him straight in the eye and took a breath before saying, "I'm pregnant."

There was a pause. Silence filled the room. I felt his hands let go of mine. This was it. He was going to get up and leave me. No......I loved him.

The bed suddenly dipped a bit more next me. Noah sat there, looking at me. I broke the silence.

"Noah....I'm so sorry. Please don't leave me. I'll get an abortion. I'll do something just please don't leave me! I love you so much, I don't want to lose you! Please, I'm begging you, Noah."

The tears started falling again, this time more than the last.

"Easy, love, easy," Noah softly whispered to me as I felt him pull me onto his lap.

My back fell against his chest and his hands gently wrapped around me, trailing my stomach with his fingers. I felt butterflies.

"Who said anything about abortions, hm?" He kissed my cheek.

"What?" I asked in a whisper, turning my head back to look at him.

He smiled sympathetically before saying, "Richelle I would never leave you. I love you so much, you mean the absolute world to me. And you know what else? I already love our child. I love them so much that I'd be devastated if you got an abortion."

"I don't want an abortion. I just thought that you would want me to get one."

"No, baby, no."

I let out a tired sigh.

"Noah, I don't know what's wrong with me. At first, I was terrified of the idea of having a baby. I had a panic attack in the bathroom over it and now I'm sitting on your lap excited about it? Why can't I control myself today?"

He smiled before saying, "you're pregnant baby."