secret family // baylor (completed)

till fate brings you home

"I can't tell him Mercy. There's no way."

I cried over the phone. I'm pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Saying it a dozen times doesn't make it feel anymore real.

"He has a right to know, Pam."

"I know it's just....he walked out. He left. He blocked me on all social media. He blocked my number. How even can I tell him?"

"Find him at work?"

Mercades suggested. Ah, Mercades. My once-purple-now-blue-headed friend. She's always the voice of reason for me. But I don't think there's any reason in this situation.

"They won't let me back at work once they find out I'm pregnant."

I sighed as I ran my hand through my shoulder length black hair. 

"I don't know what to say Pam. I'm sorry."

Mercy said.

"I know. Thanks anyway."

I said to her. We hung up the phone and I laid down on the couch. I think I just want to raise this baby on my own. I love Fergal. I truly do. But would he believe that I'm actually pregnant? Would he think this is all a ploy to get him back? I do want him back. So bad. So bad it fucking hurts.

But I guess it's time to turn a new leaf. Time to be a good mom to a child. That's so fucking scary to say. A child? Like a living, breathing, shitting human being. I'm already gagging at the thought of shitty diapers. Well...maybe that's a hint of morning sickness. You get my point. 

I do love Fergal. We were together for three years. THREE! And he just walks away. This is just his loss I guess. A loss of me. A loss of his child. Because I'm going to raise this baby on my own. Fuck men. Who needs them?

But, I think the best thing is moving completely away from him. I wanna move home. I wanna be with my family again. I moved here for Fergal. Where did that get me? Heartbroken. So, it's time to pack up and move on. Let's just hope at least this can go smoothly.