IMPORTANT A/N: Okay, so this is depressing... I always say that I'm not going to update until I get a decent amount of comments&votes&fans, etc. But then I get really bored and I don't want to start a new story, so I have to write for one of them... I could write for GrownUps or something but I put it on hold and I won't give you false hope. ;) Not that you people care... Anyways, so here I am, writing another chapter because I'm bored. More info about contest in other A/N at the bottom. All I ask from you guys is that you comment and vote. I don't even mind if you don't fan. Just give me the slight satisfaction of knowing that SOMEONE is reading. I've seen other stories like Do You Love Me... Do You Love Me Not by @katiecruz, My Wattpad Love by @cold_lady19, and Billionaire by @youshouldspeaknow13 get many comments and votes so I know that it's not completely impossible for you guys. I'd like to thank the people that do read and comment, @youshouldspeaknow13 and @TaurusAngel35. I'm happy you guys support me so much and my friend, Emily or MyWinterFirefly5699, also because she's supportive too and I love all three of you with all of my heart! You guys are amazing to me. This is getting very long... Sorry. Don't skip it.
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**Seven months Pregnant**
I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a slight sickness. I knew it was just my pregnancy. I went down the stairs and sat in the kitchen, chewing on some pretzels and stuff that I found in the different cupboards. I heard the doorbell ring and I looked at the green numbers on the stove. Who would be here when it was nearly midnight? I walked into the living room and shyly peeked out the window to see who it was. Ryan. I sighed. I didn't know what he wanted. And every time I looked at him I wanted to get back together with him. But I couldn't be that stupid. I sighed again. I had to open the door and let him inside. I couldn't let him freeze in the rain. I saw a crackle of lightning in the distant sky and I jumped a little. I went to the door. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.
"I just--" He started but his voice faltered.
"Well?" I asked impatiently.
"I wanted to see you, hear your voice." he mumbled.
I narrowed my eyes a little. "You came here in the rain just to see me and listen to me be a brat?"
"Correction, it only started raining when I was already half-way here." he stated. I rolled my eyes.
"And you didn't go home?"
"Well, the thought didn't cross my mind." he said defensively.
"Well, I'm not letting you walk home in the rain." I say and he looks confused.
"What? I am perfectly capable of walking home in the rain." he says.
"Yeah, but you're not getting struck by lightning or something dumb like that and then end up dying." I point out and he rolls his eyes at me. He musses my hair.
"Is someone worried about me?" he teases.
"No." I say simply.
"I'm not going to get struck by lightning."
"Famous last words, get in here now. I have food." I mutter.
"Okay, fine. But just because there's food." he says grudgingly, following me into the living room.
I snicker and go to get snacks and stuff. "Go pick out a movie." I say and he obliges. I carry everything out and set it on the coffee table, then go and see what he's picked. "We're not watching that." I say firmly and he pouts.
"Why not??" he whines and I laugh.
"Because it's scary." I answer.
"It's not that scary, Har."
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