"Do you plan on sitting over there or..." Zak trailed off making me glance at the space beside him on the couch.

Since returning to the house I had been looking for a way out. Not a way out of the house, but a way out of having a conversation, that I really didn't want to have.

"Talk to me, Leah. What's going on?" He questions making me shift in my seat and twist my fingers.

What wasn't going on?

"I... I can't really explain it. Not without sounding crazy." I reply causing his eyebrows to rise slightly.

"Okay.. Then just tell me what's happened and we can work from here?" He suggests.

My shoulders drop and I eventually nod. "Okay."

He sits forward, his hands clasped in front of him waiting patiently as I try to put into words exactly how I feel and what has been going on. Because coming out with it, with everything was a quick ticket to being called crazy... Right?

Glancing into his sky filled eyes, I give a sigh and begin. "I... I had an experience. At the museum."

He doesn't speak and waits for me to elaborate further.

"When we were stood looking at the mirror. I didn't see us, I lied. Well I did see us but not how you saw us.. That bit I lied about. I'm sorry."

"What did you see that was so important that you couldn't tell me?"

But before I could answer, he gasped "A baby."

"Yes. But not just that... I saw Amelia."

"Saw?" He questioned. "Like a scan?"

"No... Like a 5 year old. Like a child I imagined her to be. E-everything seemed so real." I wiped my hands against my jeans.

"What else did you see?"

"Um. Well, I uh. I saw us, Amelia and..."

"And." He pushed again.

"And a baby bump. I- I was pregnant."

His face doesn't move as I begin explaining that I didn't want a baby, at least not yet and I knew his views on children. They were fun, as long as you could give them back. I also knew he idolised his nephew, as well as his niece. "And I know what you're going to say, you're going to say that you don't want children and if I'm completely honest with you Zak. Neither did I after Amelia, it was too painful but what if.... What if I am and this is a message?"

I watched his chest rise and fall "Do you think it is?"

I shrugged "I don't know."

Shifting slightly, he reached behind his back and tossed the test onto the coffee table between us "Only way to know if it's a message or not, is by doing the test."

The offensive item sat there staring at me, waiting to be opened but I couldn't. "I know it is. But not right now." I decide and hastily get up to escape the lounge and conversation.

He knew, he knew what I saw and now he's trying to determine if it's really a message or if in fact it's crap. Either way, the answer is going to invoke a level of emotion that I'm not sure I'm prepared for.

Slipping into the laundry room, I begin emptying the washing machine and transferring it to the dryer. Ignoring anything that came from his mouth. I didn't want to hear his reasons for doing the test now, I didn't want to have to face the outcome of it. Right now, I was more than happy to stick my head in the sand.

I reach for the clothes detergent when Zak snatches it out of my reach forcing me to acknowledge him and the problem present.

"This won't go away! You can't ignore this Leah. We need to deal with this!"

"Deal with this?! Deal with this! It's not an rat infestation or a bloody mess! This could be a baby!"  I snap glaring up at him.

"Yes! I know! But we need to know what to expect, I need to know! Sweetheart, I can't help and support you if I don't know what I need to do!" He explains.

I glance away from the frustration in his eyes. "I don't know what I need. I don't even know if I need help. I just know that the only time I have a second is when I'm in the pool under water blocking everything out but... But I can't even do that now!"

"Leah. I don't want to argue with you. I won't do it. I don't want you upset or in tears. I just want you to be brave, leave all this, leave the laundry because you're trying to use it as a distraction. Just... Just go and take the test."

He holds it out with a stern expression on his face, letting me know that I have no option but to accept the test and get it over and done with.

"You're forcing me into this." I tell him but he simple blinks and waits.

Snatching the packet from his hand, I storm out the laundry room and head straight for bathroom. Feeling him walking behind me, I up my pace and quickly slip into the ensuite, making sure that I lock the door so that he can't interfere.

Stepping away, I watch the handle wiggle and hear his sigh before a soft thud and slide sounds against the door.

"Just so you know, I'm not going anywhere." He speaks out loud making me scoff.

"You say that now. You don't have the result yet..."

"I'm here anyway." He reasons before we both fall silent.

Being told to wee on demand doesn't actually work the way the movies show, so I end up sitting in the bathroom drinking water from the tap, trying to make my bladder full enough to need the toilet.

After what finally feels like hours, I'm ready and open the packet quickly before reading the instructions.

A few seconds later.... And it's done.

Pushing the cap on, I wash my hands and leave the test face down before opening the bathroom door. The movement has Zak on his feet and looking at me.

"We have to wait.."

He nods and slips into the bathroom with me, taking a seat on the edge of the bath whilst I lean against the sink.

"What do you want it to be?" I ask staring at the floor tiles.

"I.. I don't know. I've never been in a situation like this. I love you Leah, and that's not going to change because you're pregnant or you're not pregnant." He answers honestly.

"But it would be better if I wasn't. Right? I mean... We haven't been together that long and Bacon hates me. I haven't met your mom, we barely talk about things with each other, I'm jobless, you have everything going for you and you don't need me hanging around with a screaming baby, you have the museum, the sho—"

"Just... Breathe." He interrupts making me inhale deeply. "We will take this however it comes at us."

"It's going to be negative. I'm on the pill, for Christ sake."

"And you've been taking it on time?"

I nod "I have an alarm set on my phone to make sure I do. I.. Amelia was too painful. I don't think I can do it again." I frown.

Zak sighs "What are you really worried about? Doing this alone? Cause I'm here you know. I'll support you."

"Your life is not fit for a child.." I answer before realising how harsh that sounded. I glance up to see a frown holding on his face.

"I don't mean it like that... But you once said you had a stalker, there's people out there willing to hurt you—"

"So has all the celebrities that we see on TV. They have enemies too, as well as a family. Are you really saying that you're willing to put your life on hold?"

"If it keeps a baby safe, yes!" I exclaim.

"I- I see where you're coming from and I can see this is stressing you out. Let's just calm down..."

"I can't." I reply shaking my head as my body begins to sweat uncontrollably. "W-what the hell do I do?"

He stands up and walks over to me taking my hands "You pick the test and read the words.."

I shake my head and almost faint when he picks it up with haste. "3....2.....1."

He flips the test over and stares at it, as my heart pounds in my chest, almost deafening me. In fact it does, as he reads the result, but I'm too caught up in the pumping to hear a word.

"What?" I ask.

He flips it over, showing me the result.

Pregnant.

And that's when my world caves in and I pass out.