"You okay?", Dan asks and looks up from his plate.
I stand behind him and lay my phone on the table before burying my face in my hands.
'y/npregnancyproof' started following you.
"The fuck is this?", he says and goes onto the account.
I peak from behind my hands just to see a nightmare of a page. The profile picture is from Dan's and my first New Year's together and the description had "PROOF THAT DAN'S GIRLFRIEND IS PREGNANT" written in all caps.
"What the fuck.", he says once again and clicks on the most recent post. It shows a screenshot of the article with Zoe's tweet underneath. After comes the boomerang she posted to her story from our day out. I look at Dan, confused: "What is going on?". Next in line is a collage of my barely visible arm screengrabbed from the story along with a picture from last year of me wearing the same shirt. I begin to read the caption out loud:
"Oh my god, guys! Maybe if Zoe isn't pregnant, Y/N is! She was out with Zoe that and they both went to the maternity store! Holy fuck! Daddy Dan!! Look she's wearing the shirt as well it has to be her!"
Dan looks up from under me and pulls me onto his lap: "How is this really happening."
I don't reply but rather scroll through the almost thirty comments under the post, most of them agreeing with the statement that I was pregnant.
"She is so inactive on social media!"
"OMG! Dan doesn't post anything about her, he definitely wants to hide it."
"Phil as an uncle would be cute but I fucking hate that bitch."
"Alright, enough.", Dan takes the phone when he reads the last comment.
I rest my elbows on the table in front of me: "I want to cry."
"No, no, no. No crying here. Happy we're happy...", he trys to cheer me up, "... the 'proof' they have doesn't mean anything. Don't worry about it, love. Don't let any of these comments get to you. Everyone will forget about the site soon, they don't have anything to hold against us."
Pouting, I look at him: "Why can't we just enjoy something for once."
Dan begins to stroke my arm: "I wish we could. I'm sorry, babe."
I turn around to look at him: "Don't be sorry, there is no reason to be. This isn't your fault."
Sometimes I wish my life could be a little more private, without Dan having to give up his passion. We try to make an effort of not posting too much about our private life online to make sure we still have some left but also not posting too little so people won't make assumptions. Finding the balance in that can be hard sometimes.
The first half of the day we just cuddle up in bed and watch one anime after the other to get our minds off of the drama. Zoe texted me in between to ask me if I'm alright. Her checking up on me is of course the sweetest thing, but that was the only Sugg I wanted to be checked up by. Sadly that wish wasn't meant to come true.
