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She pulls out the stick. It marks a green plus.

"What are you trying to signal here?" I say blinking back the tears.

"I think I'm pregnant..." she whispers, tears falling down her face.

"Who's the f-father?..."

"It isn't my dad." she looks down.

"who else could it b-.... Bea.... don't tell me.... your dad wasn't the only one...?"

She shakes her head.

"I wanted to tell you. So bad. " she says now full on crying.

"He was the one you were just on the phone with wasn't he?" She nods.

"Who is he?!" I yell, pissed that he impregnated Beatrice.

"Zayn ..."

"Zayn, Who?"

"Zayn Malik"

"Why'd he call?"

"He wants.... me to go with him...."

"What? Where?"

"He's trying to leave, start over, with me... and the baby..."

"No..... you can't leave me.... do you want to go with him?"

"Calum...I"

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