an awkward tension fills the room as peter and gareth walk back in from their chat outside.
"i'm sorry y/n, hope to see you later on in life." peter says grabbing his bag and leaving the hospital room
"how the hell did you do that, please teach me." i say to gareth as soon as i see the door close
"magic." gareth replies
"what the fuck do i do if it turns out the baby is his?" i ask
"i told him you'd contact him." he tells me
"you're the best." i say
"i know." he replies chuckling.
my phone buzzes and i see peter had tagged me in a post. i look at it and see it was from when we were 13 on summer holiday.
*the post*
@peterschwresbury: 2008-2021 ❤ my love for you will never end. thank you for the best years
@y/n.grealish: thank you ❤
@matthew.holmes: Nooo fuck football
@tom_bardout: Whattt I thought you guys were never gonna end
@maya.woodlock: okay i see what you did there y/n
@jackgrealish: Ya over?
~reply to @jackgrealish: @y/n.grealish: yes
~reply to @y/n.grealish: @jackgrealish: Txt me
@sarahmills: you were both amazing together and you are both amazing apart
*end of post*
i message jack
*the messages*
me: what's up?
jack💙: You and Peter proper over?
me: yeah how many times
jack💙: Phil told me you slept with Peter
me: i don't want to talk about it
jack💙: Why aren't you telling me something
me: what do you mean?
jack💙: I know y/n
me: you do? how?
jack💙: Phil???
me: who else has he told
jack💙: Dunno
me: find out for me right now i swear to god
*end of messages*
i didn't want phil to go around telling everyone because i didn't want everyone to know that i don't know who the father is. it makes me sound like a prostitute.
i message phil about it.
*the messages*
me: i know we're not on good terms but it doesn't mean you can go round telling everyone i'm prgenant and there are two posiblities of fathers
phil💓: not as bad as sleeping with someone else while we were together
me: so immature
*you change phil 💓 contact name to phil*
i sigh and put my phone down
"everything alright?" gareth asks me looking up from the armchair he was sat on
"phil's told all the boys i'm pregnant." i say, "which means they all know i don't know who the father is which makes me sound like a bitch."
"i'm not surprised, foden can be a bit of a loud mouth. i'll talk to him when we are back." gareth says
"are you not going back tonight?" i ask
"and leave you here by yourself? no i'm staying and then i'll drive you back with me tomorrow" he tells me, "you look really shocked."
"i'm not used to it, my dad would never spend any time with me. if he were here he would go home and organise a taxi that would probably cost over £200 for me to get home the next day." i say
"no child should have to deal with that." gareth says
"i almost can't believe that i'm not going to see him again." i say
"how are you feeling about that?" he asks me
"mixed emotions, i'm gad to get away but he's my dad. i think if they're family at the end of the day you always give them that second chance and forgive them." i say
"but that's not his second chance and we both know that." gareth says
"i guess, i have been through this before and said the exact same things then he did it to me all over again." i say
"it must of been tough, but that's in the past now. it's all over." he says which gives me my first smile for a while, "can i get you anything?" he asks
"i'm okay thank you." i say as he carries on reading his newspaper
i look at my phone again and see loads of missed calls from jack so i text him.
*the messages*
me: isn't really the best time
jack💙: Phil has told everyone, I'm sorry
me: i know, i texted him myself
jack💙: So you two aren't good rn?
me: no.
jack💙: I'm sorry you have to go through this, it's really late and I need to go to sleep but I'll see you tomorrow
me: sleep well
*end of messages*