I woke up this today with an uneasy feeling like something was wrong. I just brush it off because I don't want to ruin the day, because today was the day I was going to tell Taylor that I was pregnant and it's also our 4 year anniversary!
Taylor has been really distant lately, he jumps whenever I come around, he's always out, he rarely shows me any affection, and I'm sick of it! so I call him... no answer "weird, he always answers my calls" I think to myself, so I call him again, and again, and again, still no answer!!! So I wrapped his present and put on some black leggings, a navy blue oversized sweater that said BOYS on the front, my black vans, and put my hair in a messy bun. I grabbed my phone and my keys before I left mine and Taylor's shared apartment to go to his parents house.
On my way to Taylor's parents house I thought about what his reaction was going to be when I tell him I'm pregnant, "Will he be happy? or will he be angry and leave me?" I didn't know what...