Ian POV

I took my frustration out on the punching bag in the gym, sweat dripping down my neck.

Music blared from the speakers set up against the wall, causing me to increase the force and speed I used against the punching bag.

It had been three weeks since Zoey left the penthouse and I'd made my horrible mistake. The expression on her face when she'd found my ex and I together in bed still haunted me.

I never should have allowed the blonde to stay that night after Zoey went up to bed. I should have known things would have ended up the way they had. I blame myself for it all. I should have been the one to say no to drinking and not allowed myself to fall into the temptation.

Ugh! I was such an idiot.

And when I told Zoey she shouldn't be upset with me because she'd done the same thing to her ex, I crossed the line. Her expression was so angry and fierce, my heart broke. I'd never seen her look so betrayed.

After she'd left, I of course called and texted her. I had to make things right. I just had to. I was lost without her and it killed me.

She ignored my calls and messages, though. I was a persistent man, however, and called every day. One day, she ended up answering, threatening that if I didn't stop calling, she'd put a restraining order on me. I knew she was bluffing, but knowing she was upset forced me to stop calling for a little while.

I started calling again three days later, desperately needing to hear her voice. Especially since she hadn't returned to the penthouse except to pick up some more clothes. Again, she ignored them and that brought me to now where I stood hitting the punching back in the gym on the bottom floor of our building.

With every hit to the bag, Zoey ran through my mind.

How could I have been so stupid and allowed myself to get involved with Naomi again? If I'd never gone to her for help in the first place, I wouldn't be in this situation. On the other hand, I still would have lost Zoey and she'd be locked up for something she didn't do.

I let out a scream, hitting the bag so hard it almost fell from the hook it hung on.

"I'm a freaking dumb ass!" I hit the bag again, releasing some more of my frustration into it.

Zoey POV

I flushed the toilet and then stood to my feet, walking over to the sink to rinse my mouth. For the past three weeks, I had done this over and over again, throughout the day, every day.

It was becoming a daily routine. I would eat or drink something and almost immediately, I'd end up in the bathroom, throwing it right back up. Sometimes I didn't even have anything and my system and I'd still end up getting sick.

"Honey, are you alright?" Rose's stepmother, Colleen, asked outside the bathroom. "You've been getting sick a lot lately."

I opened the door gently and placed a smile on my face. "I'm fine. I think I just have a stomach bug."

"Maybe you should see your doctor, honey. I hate seeing you so sick. Especially after what happened." The older woman had a worried expression on her pretty face.

After she and Rose's father had heard about what transpired the night I left my home, they'd welcomed me into their's with open arms. They'd been very accomadating and comforting the entire time I'd stayed with them, but deep down, I knew I'd have to go home eventually.

I missed my parents and Ian's desperately. Hell, I even missed Ian, but I still was hurt over what he did.

Pushing thoughts of Ian out of my head, I told Colleen, "I think I'll make an appointment to see my doctor first thing tomorrow morning."

"Good. I worry about you, Zoey. You're like another child to me and I hate seeing you ill." Her brownish blonde eyebrows furrowed and her blue eyes looked full of sadness.

"I know, Colleen. I promise to make an appointment." I smiled and hugged her gently before heading back into the room they were letting me use across from the bathroom.

The room had gray walls, dark plush carpeting, and a large window overlooking the front lawn of their large mansion.

Seated against the wall diagonally from the window, was a king-sized bed that had a gray and blue floral comforter on it, baby blue sheets, and gray and blue pillows. On either side of the bed, sat dark wooden end tables with gray lamps and that turned on by just tapping the base.

It was all together a sweet room that gave you a sense of calm whenever you entered it. I guess that's why I'd stayed so long.

I walked over to the bed, sitting down gently as my stomach started churning again.

"Oh shit!" I ran towards the bathroom again, just barely reaching the toilet in time before the vomiting started.

"What is wrong with me?!" I declared, panting from the strain my body just went through. "Wait a minute! I think Mom gave me some nausea pills when I went back to the penthouse to pick up some more clothes.

Splashing my face with water, I went back into the room, grabbing my purse from where I'd hung it on the closet and began my search.

As I reached into the red handbag, my fingers brushed across something that had me freezing in my tracks.

I pulled it out and stared down at the unused pack in shock. I hadn't taken my birth control all month. Tossing the pack back into the purse, I ran over to the bedside table where I left my phone.

Pulling the calendar up on it, I began ticking off the days. I was more than a month late on my period.

I then ticked off the days since the last time Ian and I had slept together.

A gasp escaped my mouth, the realization causing me to drop my phone.

I could very well be pregnant!

* * *

I stared in astonishment at the tests lined up across the bathroom counter.

Every last one indicated the same thing. Positive.

After the realization hit me a few hours ago, I had driven to the closest drug store and bought several different pregnancy tests.

Now, staring at the results from each one, I had no doubt in my mind that I was pregnant.

I mean, I should have known it was going to happen. Ian and I didn't exactly use protection when we had sex and when he disappeared for those two weeks, I'd been so upset and out of my mind, the thought of starting my new pack of birth control had escaped me.

I dropped to the bathroom floor, pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my chin on them.

What was I going to do? I'd pretty much broken up with Ian the night I left the penthouse and hadn't spoken fully to him either since. Now I was pregnant with his child and I had no idea what to do.

Sighing, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed my best friends number. She always knew what to do in situations like this so I figured she'd be the best person to talk to about it.

"Bri, I have something big to tell you." I began after she answered the phone.