Long A/n ok funny story, I was in a year six classroom today and this boy was reading out a poem. The poem was talking about sewing, so in his poem he had written, it goes in, out, in, out, etc. then he stopped mid sentence and said "wait no that sounds wrong.." The teacher sorta did a double take and then the whole class burst out laughing. When he continued the next line was "Then I feel a hand touching me." You can guess what happened next, more laughter. Ah, what it was like to be 12... Anyway. sorry for the slowness of the update and omg the amas and the arias and just YAY!! They won!! And the ep, just sayin is awesome... I love it so much it's on repeat and driving my family mental. Loves ya all xxx
I'm pregnant. Well fuck. (A/n sorry I know I say that a lot but roll wit it.) The worst part is that it isn't even Mikey's, it's Luke's. Man, I am actually fucked. My phone blares Unpredictable by 5 seconds of summer. I press the answer button and push the phone to my ear, "Babe, I need you to come overrrr!" Luke's voice comes through the phone and into my ear drum. "Look Luke, it was just a one time thing! Sure it was fun but....." He interrupts me mid sentence, "No I get it." His voice suddenly defeated. "And you are dating Mikey I mean... I'm sorry I shouldn't have called." He sighs. With that the line goes dead. I throw the test away carefully, I can't let Mikey find it. I go downstairs and make dinner for Mikey and myself, for when he gets home. I'm in the middle of cooking when the door swings open and two pale arms snake their way around my waist. "Hey gorgeous, that looks amazing." Mikey purrs at me while I continue to cook, I just giggle and shoo him away.
When dinner is made and on the table, I decide to tell Mikey about the kid. "Mikey, listen.. I'm pregnant." His face flashes with confusion before he stammers, "I-Is it mine?" I glance at the floor and start fiddling with my hands. I then finally glance at Mikey, his face paler then normal. "N-no, it, um, isn't." Rage settles on his face and he leaves without a word. Once the front door slams shut, I burst into loud tears. I make my way up to our, my, room and collapse into the bed. I rub my hand over my belly and whisper to my unborn child, "What am I going to do huh? What are we going to do?"
*2 years later*
I grasped Scar's little hand tightly, not wanting to let go. She keeps tugging on my arm though, begging to go to the swings. "Mummyyyy, swing?" She pouts, widening her blue eyes and jutting her bottom lip pit slightly. She has me wrapped around her finger, so I guide her over to the swing set and strap her in the little one. I scramble back to the other side and gently give the swing a nudge. She giggles with joy and claps her tiny little hands. "Taylor?" I hear behind me, my smile drops from my face as I recognise the voice. "Michael." I whisper to myself as I take Scarlet out of the swing. I turn around and come face to face with not only Michael but Luke as well. Well this could get awkward. Does Luke know? Luke's eyes widen with Michael's as they see the little girl crying in my arms. "Mummy, swingggg." She sobs as she cling onto me. She locks her chubby arms around my neck and crystal into the crook of my neck. "Shh baby girl, don't cry, it's ok, shhh." I soothe her, patting her head in a comforting way. "This is her?" Michael asks, gesturing to the crying baby. I nod my head and tilt it towards Luke, "say hi to your daddy baby girl." I whisper to Scarlet, her cries have subsided into a quiet sniffling. She looks at Luke, her deep blue eyes burning into him and sticks her thumb in her mouth. "Wh-what?" Luke questions, his mouth hanging agape. "Well, this is the punishment from me cheating." I say simply. Then he runs. He runs far away and doesn't look back. Mikey tries calling out after him but he's to far down the street. Mikey sends me an apologetic glance and smiles at Scar, then bolts away after Luke. And I'm still standing there, my spirit plummeting. Scar starts crying, noticing me just standing there. "We'll be fine baby girl, we'll be ok."
