Fifty-Two Weeks

eight

Scarlett

As soon as I woke up I instantly felt a wave of regret. My body, and mind for that matter, have been so exhausted lately. Jess always laughed, saying I have baby mama brain, and believe me she was right. I've been pretty lucky when it came to morning sickness, but the cravings were insane and enough to make my stomach ache.

"Jess!" I groaned, dragging out the 'ess' sound in her name. I bunched the blankets around me and brought my knees to my chest, this seemed to be the only comfortable position I could find when my stomach was empty.

"I'm coming, give me a second." Jess yawned as she made her way to my room. Her hair was thrown into a bun and her leftover makeup was smudged under her eyes. I giggled at the sight of her, even when she was half asleep she was beautiful.

"I want iced vanilla coffee and cheetos." I spoke, my voice muffled by the comforter. Jess laughed and climbed into bed with me, wrapping the blankets around herself.

"I'd love to help you and little bub out." She smiled and poked my abdomen gently, "But sadly, we have neither of those." She sighed and rubbed the remaining sleep out of her eyes.

"Don't tell me that." I groaned and dug myself deeper into the warmth of the blankets.

"How about we kill two birds with one stone." She suggested. Noticing my quizzical look she continued, "We'll get dressed and go to the grocery store then starbucks. However, we should try to get Ashton's mother to meet us there and you can tell her about little bub." 'Bub' had become our nickname for the baby seeing as I hated referring to it as an 'it'. Jess wanted 'squirt' but I couldn't even say the word without cringing.

"Can you call her for me?" I stuck my bottom lip out and pouted at Jess.

"Is little Scarlett scared of her big bad mother in law?" She laughed and made her way off the bed.

"One; she's not my mother in law. Two; I'm not scared, I'd just prefer not to." I argued as I got out of bed as well.

"Fine. But one day you'll have to be a grown up and do these things yourself you know?" She laughed, walking out of the room as she began dialing Anne-Marie.

"We're going to see your grandma today, she's very sweet but she might be sad okay? That doesn't mean she doesn't love you." I spoke softly and rubbed where I thought my baby was, although right now bub probably looked like a sea monkey.

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"Well la di da baby mama, don't you look charming?" Jess taunted while backing the car out of the lot.

"What's wrong with this?" I asked nervously. I really wanted Ashton's mom to see me as more than a girl who got pregnant with her son's child. My outfit was simple, a white shirt underneath a navy blue cardigan paired with black leggings, cream knee high socks, and light brown riding boots.

"Nothing's wrong with it, you look lovely." Jess smiled. "I just don't see why you're so worried, Anne-Marie's been in your life longer than I have!"

"Maybe I want to look nice before I get murdered okay?" I laughed and undid my seatbelt, reaching behind the seat for my purse.

"Oh quit it, you know that's not going to happen." Jess said seriously. She bent down until her face was level with my belly, "Mommy's being a bit ridiculous isn't she squirt?" She soothed.

"Don't call it that!" I groaned and Jess stood up. "People probably think we're crazy." I sighed.

"Talking to the fetus is good, screw what people think." She giggled and grabbed a cart as we walked into the store.

"Ouu I want these." I exclaimed and grabbed a bag of grapes. "Oh this too." In went a jar of peanut butter. "Jackpot." I smiled and tossed two bags of cheetos in the cart. I could hear Jess giggling behind me and turned around to tell her off when I noticed her phone in an awkward position. "Are you recording this?" My jaw dropped.

"Every second of it." She giggled and I hid my face.

"Why?" I mumbled.

"Memories."

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"I'll take two grande iced coffees, one decaf with a vanilla shot, and a grande cappuccino." I gave the barista my order, along with payment, and waited for the drinks to be made. Anne-Marie had saved a table for the three of us while I grabbed drinks and Jess freshened up in the bathroom.

"Enjoy." The barista smiled and handed me the tray of drinks. I walked back to the table, careful not to spill anything.

"Decaf? Since when did you take your coffee decaf?" Anne-Marie giggled, knowing my love for coffee.

"Oh just recently, I heard it was healthier." I stuttered and looked away, I was never good at lying.

"I see." Her tone was suspicious. God she could see right through me. "Are you alright? Your face is very flushed." She reached her hand across the table and rubbed my cheek softly.

"I have to tell you something and I don't know how to say this, please don't hate me." I sped through my words watching her face hesitantly. "Right before Ashton left for the tour, he um, he told me about his feelings for me." She nodded."We uh, acted on those feelings, and we made a mistake." I choked out my words, her eyes were wide and she was covering her mouth with her hand.

"Scarlett, are-are you pregnant?" She gasped. I nodded, biting my lip as a few tears fell. "Sweetheart, how could you be so stupid?" She sighed and came around the table, wrapping her arms around me in a soft embrace.

"I-I don't know." I sobbed, Jess chose now to join us and she clued in to what had been said.

"Have you told him?" I shook my head. "Why not?" She cooed, trying to calm down my hysterics.

"He's busy..." I mumbled.

"He's not too busy for his own baby." She comforted.

"He might be." Jess grumbled to herself, but we both heard her.

"What do you mean?" I asked while wiping the stray tears away.

"This was in the lady's room." She sighed and pushed a magazine in front of me. The headline read "5 Seconds of Summer, or 5 Seconds of Sober?" A picture of a clearly drunk Ashton clinging onto Luke was displayed. Below that was a close up shot of his neck, which had an unmistakeable hickey on it.

"Is that a h-" Anne-Marie started but I cut her off.

"Yes. Not one that I gave him either." I guess thirteen weeks of being apart was enough for him to find someone else.

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I'm sorry this chapter is shit idk it needed to be done. How do you guys feel about Jess? Any guesses on the gender for little baby irwin? This is Scarlett's thirteenth week of pregnancy so she's in the second trimester!! And the Australian tour dates are just a few weeks away!!!