When We Were Young - George Daniel

CHAPTER THIRTY (something to tell you)

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November, 2009

'What's the best way to tell somebody that you're pregnant?'

1. Plan what you want to say. Jot down the main points you want to cover, and what you want from the person you're telling, before you start the conversation

2. Think about the different ways they might react...

3. Talk to someone else first.

That's what Google said. Fuck. I had no idea what I wanted from George since there was a 50% chance this wasn't even his kid. But if it was, what did I expect from him? I didn't even know what I expected from myself. I didn't want to mention it to mum, because I think that she was kind of excited, but the thought crossed my mind about not going through with this. In which capacity I wasn't sure but I couldn't shake the idea that I wasn't going to be able to raise this child.

I started to pace as the butterflies became overwhelming. He was going to hate me. I just knew that there was going to be an argument over this.

A text came through telling me that he was here. 

Fuck.

Here we go.

I tip toed down the stairs and opened the door. He look exhausted in his black sweater, jeans and messy hair. I liked it so much better shorter. It made him look older and I could see more of his handsome face.

"Hey," I smiled.

He didn't say a word instead pulling me into him by my waist and planting a soft kiss on my lips. I was completely thrown.

"Wow," I laughed as we pulled away. "Wasn't expecting that."

"Let's go upstairs," he whispered.

Once we were in my room safely with the door shut he pushed me back against it. His hands were tugging my hair, lips on mine, tongues intertwining. I moaned when he lowered one of his hands to my ass, grabbing it firmly.

"I've missed you so fucking much," his lips were tracing lightly along the skin of my neck, tongue licking, tasting me. This was all too much. "I'll end it with Jessie, I don't care. I need you all to myself. I can't stand it."

"What?" I pushed him away gently with my hands on his shoulders. "Are you serious?"

"This whole back and forth thing. The weeks on end we don't speak it's honestly killing me. I'll do it Evie, I promise. I'll leave her." His eyes were sincere but also sad. I hated that I'd put him in this situation. I hated that he was about to find out he was in a much worse one.

"G-George, I have no idea what to say."

"Is this not what you want?" He stepped back, catching his breath. "You love me, don't you?"

"George, of course I love you," I assured him desperately. "I'm just so caught off guard by all this and fuck," I groaned loudly. "All the shit from tonight... I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed really."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have propositioned you like that."

"No, shut up, don't be sorry," I stepped over to him again, leaning up and kissing him urgently. "I love you, more than I could ever put into words George," I spoke against his lips. "But..." This was the moment. He had to know. But he could sense my hesitation and he was getting scared again. I could tell.