Naomi's POV
I woke up to throw up what felt like everything I had eaten in my life. I swear this morning sickness just got worse. By the time I finished I turned back and realized the bed was empty. I'd forgotten about the discussion with Mena, usually he would've been right behind me as I cleaned up.
Quickly I slipped on a new hoodie and headed to the guest bedroom, empty. I could feel the sinking sensation in my stomach as I walked out to the living room. Again, nothing. Pulling out my phone I dialed his number, suddenly a vibrating noise caught my attention. He'd left his phone in the kitchen last night.
Sighing I grabbed it and stared at the lock screen. Softly I smiled to myself, it was a picture of us in high school from one of our first dates. "What are you doing?"
His voice startled me from behind. "Umm nothing, I mean just...I was looking to see where you'd gone." I handed him his phone back.
"I was in the bathroom."
"Oh."
"I'll just be grabbing my stuff later today and I'll get out of here." He turned around. I had so much I wanted to say but honestly I didn't even know where to start. Heading back to my room I took a shower and put on a long dress. It was pretty warm outside today, which was no usual so I decided to sit out at the balcony for a bit. As I stared out I noticed how the sky went from pink to blue. Lightly I smiled, "So will you be a boy and girl then?" I said to my tummy. I just thought the reason I couldn't make out what you were going to be was cause I wasn't a good mommy. Guess it was just cause there were two of you huh? You know... things may seem rough right now but I'm sure they'll turn up, I hope they do, I don't exactly know how I'll live with myself if they don't. Your father...he can be a bit stubborn sometimes and we've got some unsolved issues I guess you could say but we love each other very much, well I love him at least, not really sure if he feels the same way anymore." I could feel tears forming in my eyes as I thought about my situation. I understood where he was coming from more than anything, but at the same time I knew this was so much more than that. Suddenly I heard the sliding door open, I quickly wiped my tears.
"I left some money on the counter in case you need anything. In case of an emergency just call me."
I sat up. "Where are you staying?"
"My house, my parents house. Not exactly my first choice but I don't want to be a bother any long—"
"You're not a bother Mena. I know what we said, what I said made it sound like way but I didn't mean it...let's just talk about this."
"Naomi we tried talking, talking doesn't work, we don't work. We never have...and now it's too late."
"We do work, we've just gotta figure this out okay? Please."
"Fine, then be honest with me. Why didn't you tell me you thought of not having the babies."
Looking down I sighed, "I...I don't know, I—"
"Exactly."
"No Mena wait, I just, I was afraid of this happening okay? I didn't know how you'd react to me being pregnant in the first place, how was I supposed to know you wanted kids? You were just about to start on a career you wanted, I still haven't finished college, let's not act like this was an easy decision."
"Fine, I give you that but then what about everything else. The Jordan thing and your parents, you leaving London, me cheating on Emily,"
"Me not taking my pill..."
Mena's face went pale as he remembered his words from last night, "I didn't mean that." Mena came up to me and sat next to me, softly he held my hand. "I want to be a dad, okay, and I can't imagine having kids with anyone else but you, but we've really gotta sort things out for ourselves first."
"I can't do this by myself, I don't want to do it by myself, I want to do it with you." I cried softly to him. "I love you, please Mena..."
"I love you too but it's not that simple anymore."
"No one ever said this was going to be simple, I didn't come all the way back here expecting them to be. I didn't come all the way back here expecting to go back to you but I did..." I bit my lip nervously, "I want us to be a family...but I guess if you don't want too then I have to understand that too."
"Nay no, I want us to be a family, I just don't think now's the time."
I stood up. "Mena it's never been the time with us, not now, not three years ago or three months ago not ever. But what happened here, this, they're here for a reason. And I can't explain it but I can't do this if it isn't with you. I'm not about to have kids for them to have to spend a weekend with you and a weekend with me. It's not the way I want this."
Mena held my face. "It won't get to that I promise, I love you and our babies more than anything in this world." I could feel a single tear coming out of my eye.
"Then why doesn't it feel like you do?" For a second Mena stood there in silence, until I felt him pulling me to him. His hands moved up and down my body as he led the way inside and into the coach. Our lips desperately met one another, there was no doubt in my mind we both wanted this. But the question on my mind wouldn't let me focus, "Mena," I said as he kissed my neck. "Are you sure about this?"
"Only if you want too," He got closer to my face.
Pushing aside all our problems, nothing sounded better than makeup sex at the moment and if the time was now then so be it. We didn't say another word; I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, and remembering our very first fight I repeated my words, "Show me you love me."
