Texas Girl (Pt 62)

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Justin's POV
Did she know I was staring at her? I hoped she did. I hoped she could feel my intense gaze eating away at her togetherness.
She is not having an abortion. She is not killing our baby. She won't. She just can't.
I need our baby. I need it. Don't get me wrong, I love India with all my heart, but I just need it. It's like air to me. Our baby is my air. If she kills the baby, she's killing me too. I want us to be a proper family. I want to be able to say that Drew and I made something perfect. That we loved each other so much, our baby just appeared.
Our baby.
The best words ever. The best words Drew had yet to speak. Did she not feel any sort of love for the small bump beneath her t-shirt?
I did.

Drew's POV
I listened carefully as the sound of the shower began to emanate from the bathroom. The coast is clear.
I ripped off my t-shirt and jeans, abandoning them on the floor as I ran bare-footedly over to the full length mirror.
I started facing front. No visible difference. Good, that's good. I turned to the side.
Oh. My. God.
What in the hell is that? I look like I've just cleared out the all you can eat Mexican buffet.
My stomach was extended out about three or four more inches than it was normally, forming what could be identified as a small bump if carefully examined.
I felt like crying. It's growing inside me, and the only thing I can do to stop it is convince Justin to let me have an abortion. That would never happen. Not even on another planet.
My fingers probed my abdomen, salty tears rolling down my cheeks at the sight and feel of the warmth beneath my skin. I took in a deep breath as the world blurred over with tears, my hands shaking as they smoothed over the surface of the growing baby bump.
I let out quiet sobs, still wary in case Justin got out of his evening shower quickly. (He takes really late showers. It's like half eleven right now).
"Why are you crying?".
I jumped out of my skin when I heard his voice, spinning around to see Justin casually standing behind me. How had I not seen him creep up in the mirror? I swiftly wiped my cheeks with the backs of my hands, and gathered a quick breath that was more of an unsubtle sniffle.
"I'm not. I'm just...." I began, trying to casually use my hands and arms to cover my stomach and it's abnormal shape. I can't let him see it. I can't let him know he's winning. As this baby gets bigger, the chance of my getting rid of it gets smaller.
"I'm just tired" I gathered myself quickly, plastering on a fake smile as I stood casually in my underwear.
"Why are you standing like that?".
"Like what?". Play dumb.
"You're hiding your...".
And then he put two and two together and made four.
He walked up behind me and I watched him in the mirror, his towel wrapped low on his hips.
I'm so dead.
His brow was furrowed as he took me by the waist from behind, and swivelled me to stand sideways on in the mirror once again. His brow slowly relaxed, his mouth partly opened as he blinked over and over at the sight of me in the mirror.
He seemed totally shocked, as if he'd forgotten all about how visible the pregnancy would be.
I couldn't look at myself. I was completely disgusted by the sight of my swelling abdomen. Justin had other ideas.
His hands snaked around me, heading for my stomach, when I batted his hands away. He looked slightly hurt by my actions, but decided to try again.
He got the same reaction. I swatted him away, and stepped out of his embrace to turn and face him.
"Stop it" he whimpered, stepping closer to me to take my hands in his. I pulled them back.
"No. I don't want you to touch it like it's the coolest thing ever" I mumbled, my choice of words a little immature, but I didn't care, as it sort of gave Justin and I a moment; a carefree moment that we both needed recently.
"But it is the coolest thing ever" he chuckled softly, his hands smoothing over my waist, lips brushing with mine in an almost-kiss.
"I hate it" I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I love her".
"Her?".
"I'm kinda picturing a girl".
"You wanna know what I'm picturing?" I giggled softly.
"What?".
"Me punching you in the face" I stuck my tongue out again as he lifted me into his warm arms, water rolling off every inch of his smooth torso. My legs wrapped around his waist as he secured me by the thighs, wetting my bra as he pulled me to meet his chest.
"It's not going to be a girl, and it's not going to be a boy" I told him as he began to kiss my neck, suspending me in mid-air.
"Yeah, we're gonna have a baby, and she's going to be so gorgeous we won't be able to stop looking at her".
I could feel him grinning goofily into my neck, his warm breath brushing over the tender skin.
"We're not having a baby".
"No, you're right, we're not. We're having our baby" he swooned.
This is getting sickening. It's much too cliché and cheesy for me to cope with. All this talk of beautiful baby girls and bouncing baby boys is making me more mentally ill than I already am.
Ooh. That could work.
"Justin, what if the baby has schizo like me. Do you seriously want to put a child through that sort of mental disease?".
He stopped kissing me, and pulled back, dropping my feet to the floor with a soft thud. His face had fallen since I'd last looked.
"Don't play that card Drew" he sighed softly, rubbing his temples with his thumb and index finger.
"I'm just saying, we'd be doing the fetus a favour by getting an abortion, otherwise-" I began, but Justin didn't let me finish. He clearly didn't like the way I was playing this game. But then again, he hadn't stated any rules.
"No, Drew, you are not having an abortion. We are keeping our baby. You'll thank me later".
Haha. Fuck you.
"Will I? Will I really? When you're out clubbing with all your famous friends and I'm at home with some stupid little baby? Will I thank you then Justin?". My tone was dripping with sarcasm, and as soon as a few certain words left my mouth, Justin totally blew.
He was in front of me in a flash, his hands clenched beside him, and I was sure it was so he didn't hurt me. He was so close I could feel his breath mixing with mine.
"Don't you dare talk about our baby like that" he said, his tone echoing through the caverns of my body.
You could see the pure anger he had for my verbal abuse, and also the unconditional love he had for the child inside of me.
I didn't understand how he could want such a thing.
"Our baby means the world to me, and it should mean everything to you too. I would never, not ever, leave you if you needed me, and don't belittle me by pretending you don't know it. Grow up Drew" he told me firmly, before walking back into the bathroom.
I don't know what just happened. Do I feel... Guilty? For calling the baby stupid? No. I still hate it. It's ruining me, and my relationship. I don't want it. I will never want it. It has to go. Now. I don't even care what he says anymore. I am not having this child.

7AM. Perfect.
I shut my alarm off before it could wake Justin, and slid out of bed. My feet hit the wood floor with a deadened thud as I gripped my phone in my hand. I made the bed casually, and tip-toed around to the door, opening it with the softest 'click'.
I glanced back at Justin, still sound asleep in bed. He's out for the count.
It took me twenty minutes to find a damn phone book.
My phone shook in my hand as I dialled the number, swallowing back the nervous lump in my throat.
The 'Call' button stared mockingly up at me, the only vibrant green on the screen of blue numbers.
Call it. Justin will understand.
Don't call it. He'll hate you forever.
Just call already.
Don't be stupid, put the phone down now.
Call. Right. Now.
I pressed the button, and held it to my ear.
"Hello, this is the Maple Leaf Pregnancy Clinic, how can we help you?" came a girlish voice on the other end of the line.
I froze.
What do I say? I regret this so much. Just hang up. No, don't.
"Hello?" she asked again.
I swallowed the lump down.
"Hi, I'd like to book an appointment".
"What service do you require?".
No going back now. I sucked in my gut, and built up every shred of confidence I had left to say:
"I want an abortion"

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