Clayton
“I might be pregnant” Aria said, with tears running down her cheek. I stopped breathing, my heart thumping a mile a minute.
“Pregnant?” I asked her. Wanting to make sure I had heard her right. She nodded her head, but she wasn’t smiling. She looked scared or upset, I couldn't tell.
“I’m sorry” she said. Why the f**k is she saying sorry? “I don't know if I am. It's just something our mums mentioned, and it's been bothering me all night” she huffed out and moved out of my arms.
I followed her to the chair at the side of the dance floor, where she sat slipping of her slippers and rubbing her feet. I sat in front of her moving my chair and lifting her feet into my lap. I took over the massage, but not once did I take my eyes off of her.
“Do you not want to have a baby?
