Staring at the ceiling, I place my hands over my flat stomach, it isn't going to be like this if I get pregnant though, it is?

Sighing I stand up, grabbing my happy box, filled with books and pictures.

I see one of my father, a tear strolled down. My finger stroking over it, his face.

He was my favourite parent, I was a daddy's girl, who stayed in and played Jenga and Chess, until cancer happened.

After that, I drank, bare in mind I was sixteen.

That's how I met Jack, in a club.

Ring ring

I answer my phone.

"Hello?" I speak, as I haven't a clue who it could be.

"Hi Kendall , you should go and see Jack." Conor spoke, I raised an eyebrow like he is supposed to see it.

"Why?" I ask, eyebrow still raised.

"Just talk to him, go now." Conor spoke, I nodded hanging up.

Throwing a pair of leggings on and my converse, I run the Jack's.

Opening the door, seeing him typing on his laptop.

"Hi." I say, slightly shakily.

"Kendall!" Jack said, throwing his laptop down and hugging me.

"Why did you want me to come?" I asked, as he broke the hug off.

"Well, I want to say sorry." Jack apologised, as cute as it is, it isn't going to help.

"I know Jack, but it isn't going to change the fact I'm going to be pregnant." I sigh, putting my hands on my face.

"I think this might not work out." I add, he glares at me funnily.

"But what about the kid? I need to help." Jack spoke, stuttering.

"I'll just put it up for adoption." I say, tilting my head back.

"You can't!" Jack shouts, pacing the area.

"I can Jack, it's final." I stutter, lightly dabbing the moisture from outside my eyes.

"Please no, no, no, no." He kept repeating.