Number Nineteen (Mario Götze/Goetze/Gotze)

Chapter Twelve

I stood on a mountain, which was covered in green, and overlooked a city. Below were rocks- large, pointy rocks. I took a step back, away from the edge. I looked up at Lio who was looking at me with disbelief and sadness.

"Why?" He cried, tears streaming down his face.

"I don't know! I'm so sorry!"

"I told you not to do anything stupid. And what so you do? You kiss the guy!"

I looked down shamefully. Yes, I let Mario kiss me. Yes I kissed back. For two whole minutes. Afterwards I left awkwardly, wishing him a good night. I haven't talked to him since.

"I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." Lio gave me one last look- and jumped.

"Nooooo!" I shot up, screaming in horror. My breathing was rapid and I was sweating.

"Lena? What's wrong babe?" Lio woke up from his slumber beside me. Thank god it was just a dream. It's been a week and I still feel incredibly guilty about the entire situation. If I'd never met Mario, none of this would have happened. Stupid World Cup. Stupid neighborhood. Stupid, stupid, me.

And then suddenly, I felt sick, i threw my covers away and ran to the bathroom quickly. As soon as I was before the toilet, I began puking my guts out.

"Are you okay? Are you sick?" Lio was immediately beside me, holding up my hair. I groaned from the disgusting taste in my mouth. Lio grabbed a bottle of water and offered it to me. He was so caring and good to me, even though I'm such a terrible girlfriend. It would be so much easier if he was a butt. Then I wouldn't feel so guilty.

"I don't know." I replied. But I did know. At least I think I did. There's only one way to check.

***

"So what's so important, that I had to cancel my spa day?" Lena Gercke sat beside me, sipping on a smoothie at some shack in a nearby town. I rubbed my temples, trying to think of what to say.

"I threw up this morning." I told her. Lena choked on her drink.

"Um, ew? Why are you telling me this? Is it contagious?" I rolled my eyes, annoyed that she wouldn't let me finish.

"I'm late." I stated simply. Lena choked again, this time coughing terribly. I hit her back a few times, waiting for her reply.

"You're pregnant?" She exclaimed loudly. I clamped my hand over her mouth and shushed her.

"Shut up! And I don't know.." I looked around to see if anybody had heard her, but the shack was practically empty, and the music playing was pretty loud.

"Well let's go then!" She grabbed my arm.

"Go where?" She rolled her eyes.

"To the store. You, my dear friend, need a pregnancy test."

***

I pulled of the wig and sunglasses, sitting down on the leather couch that was in the middle of my living room. Lena and I had disguised ourselves in order to secretly buy three tests. Lio was thankfully at practice, so I was able to take them without a problem.

"You just go pee pee on the stick." Lena explained.

"I'm not five Lena, I know what to do."

She shrugged, and pushed me into the bathroom.

I took a deep breath. Here we go.

***

"Positive." Lena declared, once she looked at the stick.

"Positive?"

"Yes, I'm positive that it's positive. They're all positive." She said, motioning towards the other two sticks.

I ran my hand through my hair with frustration. Morning sickness doesn't occur until around five weeks after intimacy. Around five weeks ago was the World Cup. Lio and I always used protection.

Mario and I on the other hand, didn't.

Lena squealed and sat down next to me.

"You're going to be a mom! I'll be auntie Lena!"

I sighed. I was excited to be a mom. But I want to be a mom to Lio's baby- not Mario's. What am I even going to tell him?

"Do you think Lio's going to be excited?" Now that's something to think about. Will he be happy that I'm pregnant? Excited to be a father? I obviously can't tell him that it's not his. It's too late now. I shrugged nervously. Lena smiled brightly.

"I'm sure he'll be thrilled."

Lio and I have talked about kids often before, but we were going to get married first. Are we even ready?

And what about Mario? I have to tell him the truth, but how will he react? Will he tell? I groaned.

"Don't groan! This is a good thing! Maybe you'll have a cute little girl! Or a boy! Aww, what if I get pregnant to, and they become best friends? Or date? Awww." I couldn't help but smile at Lena's enthusiasm. Plus, I've always wanted a little boy to call my own. I kept the smile on my face and looked at Lena.

"So now what?" I asked.

"Now, we schedule a doctors appointment."