Storry!

I sighed, sinking back down onto the sofa. I placed Tom’s phone down before getting mine out and phoning Will’s partner Ryan. “Hello, Ryan here” Ryan answered.

“Hey Ry, is Will around?” I asked.

“Yup he is right next to me, want a word with him Tee?” Ryan asked.

“Yes please” I replied.

“Alright, handing you over” Ryan said.

“What do you want slag?” Will asked.

“Are you busy Whisky?” I asked.

“Nope. Ryan is about to go to work. I hate it when he does night shifts as I hardly see him” Will muttered. “Come over and help me then” I said.

“Why, what’s up doll face?” Will asked.

“Sam” Was my answer.

“What has that mofo done now?” Will growled.

“She’s told Tom that she’s pregnant and Tom is freaking out a bit. You know how he really feels about her. Yeah well he wants to go out and get pissed but I’ve told him he can’t. I need your help to keep him in” I said.

“Tom’s going to be a dad? Dayum, that sucks majorly.  Why can’t he go out?” Will asked.

“Because Tom never goes out and gets drunk and so people will question. And you’ve always wanted an excuse to pin him to the floor…” I laughed.

“I’ll be there soon sweetheart” Will laughed before he hung up. I grinned as Tom came wondering down the stairs in trackie bottoms and a McFly hoodie. “So you are just going to be a slob?” I said, folding my arms. “Nope, this is just my lounging comfy gear” Tom mumbled, heading into the kitchen. I followed him and sighed, leaning against the door frame. “What?” Tom turned around to me and growled. “Did I say anything?” I asked.

“Well no” Tom muttered.

“Sit down Tom” I said, gesturing to the breakfast bar. Tom went and sat on one of the stools so I went and sat opposite him. I took hold of his hands and smiled. “How do you know that Sam is telling the truth?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” Tom asked.

“How do you know that she is actually pregnant? How do you know that she isn’t just using this as a way to get you to stay?” I replied.

“I don’t, but why would she suggest going to the doctors if she knows they will just say that she isn’t? And she doesn’t know that I want out so why would she make something that sad up just so I would stay with her?” Tom asked.

“That is true Tom but maybe she is just that sick. If she has made this up Tom…how would you feel?” I asked. “Even worse than if she is telling the truth” Tom whispered after a couple minutes of silence.

“Really?” I asked, shocked.

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t want to be a dad, but if she is pregnant then I will be there for my child. But if she is lying…then that is sick. She is sick in the head if she has made up that she is carrying our baby. I wouldn’t be distraught that I won’t be a dad. I would be glad. But in a way I would be upset that she thought that she could lie that badly to me” Tom whispered.

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