The next morning I woke up a little sore, but felt amazing. i rolled over to expecting to see Liam, but nothing. I grabbed my undergarments and slipped them on, then found one of Liams shirt an dput it on.
I walked out into the living room and saw Liam making something in the kitchen. He looked up at me with a smile.
"Morning babe," he siad. i walked over to him an dwrapped my arms around his torso.
"Morning," i replied.
"Sleep well?"
"Yes, how about you?" he turned around to face me.
"Yes, very much. I love you."
"I love you too." he kissed my fore head. I let go of him an dsat to where i could see him. he finished the pancakes he was cooking and we ate them. I cleaned up and we decided to swim the day away.
The summer went by fast and before I knew it volleyball season was on its way.
One morning I woke up not feeling to well. I ran to bathroom and puked. I brushed it off thinking I ate something bad. It happened again the next day thinking the same thing. But when it happened the next day I went to the CVS and got a test.
I waited the five minutes needed...
Positive.
I was shocked. Shoud I tell him? I mean that's the right thing to do right? I went into my room and cried.
At three I got ready for volleyball and left.
When I got to my high school I told my coach that I had to quit. I returned all of my stuff and went back home.
How am I going to tell Liam? My parents? Maybe some sleep will help.
