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"Rakas, I have to talk to you about something." He looked up and I continued to speak.

"You see, uhm... you're going to be a dad."

It made a loud noise as his spoon fell down and onto the plate.

"What?"

That was not the reaction I had hoped for.

"A dad."

Nate stood up and started pacing.

"Since when did you know?" He asked sharply which unsettled me.

"For about a month."

He looked at me deadly.
"And you didn't tell me?!" His yelling had me confused and scared.

Nate never yelled.

"It wasn't the right timing! You always had so much to do and you are not talking to us anymore!" Tears rolled down my cheeks now.

"The right time? Don't you think I should know we are having a child?!"

He was furious.

"In which month are you? Can you still have an abortion?"

What?

I stared at my boyfriend for a long while. The shock sat deep.

He wanted me to abort our child?

That was too much.

I stood up and left the room. My whole body was shaking.

Who is he?

I have lost my boyfriend.

Nate's P.O.V.

I shouldn't have said that.

Why did I say that?!

Oh god, why, why, why?

Never ever would I think we should abort our baby.

She is pregnant.

We can manage that.

Oh god, I'm going to be a dad.

I have to apologize!

Just as I thought that the front door slammed shut.

I ran down the stairs fast but it was too late. Lumi already left.

I shouldn't have said that.

Groaning I pulled at my hair and paced up and down.

Of course I want children with her. It was just so...so unexpected.

The next hours I tried calling my girlfriend with no luck.

I could understand why.

Nate what an a*shole you are!

Frustrated I gave up. At least Ella was at a friend's so she hasn't been around as we fought.

I proceeded to send a thousand apology messages but she left them on read.

Why hadn't I noticed her pregnancy?

More and more situations came into my mind where she seemed to have wanted to tell me something but I left her.

Crying I sank down a kitchen chair. I wasn't a good boyfriend at all.

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