In Too Deep // Corbyn Besson

Parents

"It's positive."

Corbyn's words echoed in my head and the room felt like it was spinning at a million miles per hour.

I slid down to the floor, feeling overwhelmed and Corbyn joined me, pulling me to his chest.

"What're you feeling?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I don't know." I offered weakly, unsure of how I should be feeling.

I mean the timing was awful, both of us were in college and had enough on our plates. But on the other hand I wouldn't have wanted to experience this with anybody else.

"Well you don't have to decide how you're feeling right now. How about we get cleaned up and get some breakfast?" He said, rubbing my back soothingly.

I complied and Corbyn helped me to my feet before stepping out of the bathroom to let me shower.

I cried for most of my shower, mostly because I was feeling overwhelmed. Corbyn hadn't seemed excited when he found out he was going to be a dad and I couldn't help but wonder if he would rather not have the baby.

There was a small knock on the bathroom door which pulled me out of my thoughts and I finished up my shower before wrapping a towel around myself.

I opened the door expecting it to be Corbyn wanting to shower but it was my mother and as soon as she saw my puffy face her expression changed to one of concern.

"What's wrong darling?" she said instantly reaching for me. She pulled me into a hug and it took everything in me to not tell her.

"I'm okay mom." I said, trying to make my voice sound as normal as possible.

"Is it Corbyn? Did you guys get in an argument? Did-" She began to ramble, and I cut her off.

"Mom, Corbyn and I are okay." I said and watched as some relief washed over her face.

"Then what's wrong?" she asked soothingly.

"Nothing mom, I'm just feeling overwhelmed, you know with school and everything." I said, putting on a small smile to try and sell it.

It worked because she pulled me into another hug before telling me to get dressed and hurrying downstairs to start breakfast.

I put on a bra and underwear before slipping on some jeans. I couldn't help but think of how I wouldn't be able to fit into my clothes in a couple months.

I pushed away the thoughts and threw on a t-shirt before brushing my hair and putting on deodorant and some perfume. As I was finishing up Corbyn walked into the bathroom.

"I got rid of the test." he said as he hugged me from behind.

"Thank you." I said, turning around and placing a small kiss on his lips.

"I showered in the guest bathroom so we should probably head downstairs to help your mom with breakfast."

Breakfast was quiet apart from my parents trying to make conversation with Corbyn and I. I felt so guilty every time I looked my parents in the eyes and before I was even done with my breakfast I excused myself from the table, making my way to the kitchen to wash my dishes.

I felt the need to be alone and so I went upstairs and got under the covers of the unmade bed.

I moved over to the spot where Corbyn had slept and relaxed when I smelled a subtle trace of his cologne. I thought back on the past few months and how great they had been and how different things would be now.