Mabel's POV
"Mabel honey, it's nearly three. Don't you think he's worried?"
I shrug. "I honestly don't care at this point."
My mom sighs and sits down beside me, on my bed.
"Why are you so upset about it? I know your not telling me everything." she says.
"I'm just... scraped that he'll do something like this again when the baby comes." I say.
"What baby? Oh my god your-"
"Pregnant." I nod and she pulls me into a hug.
"Does he know?" She asks.
"Not yet." I say as I fiddle with my blanket.
She doesn't say anything.
"Can I just stay the night again? I miss being here." I say.
She rubs my back and nods. "Of course, I bet Jake will be happy."
"He'll be ecstatic." I chuckle.
"Well If your hungry or craving anything just tell me." she gets up and walks to the door.
"Thanks mum."
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I pull up into the driveway and turn the car off. I get out and walk up to the door. I open the door and step inside. I set my purse down on the back of the couch as I walk by it. I walk into the kitchen and go to the fridge before pulling out some fruit to be my breakfast.
"Mabel."
I turn around and walk past him to a drawer that has the silverware in it. I grab a fork and leave the kitchen.
"Where we're you yesterday an slash night?" He asks me as he follows me to the livingroom.
"I should be asking you the same question." I say as I sit down on the couch.
"I was at Zayn's." he says truthfully.
"So you lied to me?" I ask calmly and he stares at me.
"Uh yes I did. Why are you being so calm about it?" He asks.
Because I'm carrying your child and I don't want to stress out to the point of loosing the baby like last time.
"Because I knew." I answer.
"You did?" After a second he connects the dots. "Niall."
"Mhmm." I take a bite of pineapple and he sits down next to me.
"I'm sorry." he says and I shrug. "Please don't be mad at me."
"To late, but I'm over it... sort of. Just forget like it never happened." I wave and he gives me a weird look.
"Are you feeling okay?" He asks.
"Peachy." I mumble.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"Mhm yeah totally." I say I stand up.
"You sure?" he asks.
"Ask one more time and...." I trail off and he looks up at me. "Just stop asking me okay?" I cup his cheek and he nods. I give a small smile before turning and walking away.
No I'm not feeling okay, I feel like jumping off a bridge.