[Make Like Juno]
“I think being pregnant will be a good look for you. I always thought you’d be cute with chubby cheeks,” Noah examined me from across the dinner table.
I rolled my eyes, “Please don’t even joke about that. It’s not funny.”
He pouted and reached over to grip my hand, “Sorry, bubba. I’m sure everything will work out.”
I was pretty sure Noah was right. Whatever mess Zayn and I had made would be cleaned up, right? Oh, who I was kidding? I didn’t know what to think. Neither Zayn nor myself could piece together a coherent memory of that night. There’s a chance that there was some sort of protection that a careless Zayn had thrown off to the side after everything went down. But, we couldn’t find any trace of that in his flat. There’s also a chance that his parts and my parts never made contact; that the two of us knocked out before anything happened. But, again, we couldn’t remember a thing.
After spending the whole day trying to figure everything out, we decided to keep mum about everything. I was to go home just like planned and go through the normal motions of every day life. There was no need to alarm anyone if I wasn’t with child.
I got past my parents all right (mostly because I pretended like I had a huge migraine and didn’t want to talk). But, when it came to Noah, it was like he had some sort of radar that sensed that I left my v-card in London. I didn’t dare tell Zayn that Noah knew. I knew he was having a hard time keeping it to himself. I even got a few calls from the boys asking if the two of us had a problem during my stay.
Oh, if they only knew.
Thankfully, Zayn wasn’t one of those guys you see on TV that ditch the girl after realizing there might be a baby in the picture. In fact, he was more involved with my life and me. There wasn’t a minute in the day when I didn’t have a text or a call from him. He was constantly checking up on me, and I counted my lucky stars that he was that kind of guy.
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