Your POV 

I was in a dazed off state, and my mind was slowly breaking into pieces for thinking too hard. The way I turned nauseous all of a sudden was too familiar, and the first thing I thought of was pregnancy. It’s not like I’m a , but we only did it twice! And to have a baby the second time is preposterous.

Or is it not?

Bambam touched my shoulder, furrowing his eyebrows, “What’s wrong, baby?”

I fidgeted and sighed, “If I was pregnant, would you leave me?”

“Of course not! I won’t, ever. But why are you asking—“ he stopped talking and gasped, “You’re pregnant?”

“No!” I shouted, jumping up, “I’m not! I just, I’m a little skeptical about it, ‘cause you know, I threw up and felt dizzy. I was just thinking of the possibilities.”

“Do you need me to get you—“

“Don’t,” I held his hand just as he was about to leave, “You’ll ruin your image. I’ll get it when I have the chance to.”

I knew that if I was pregnant, his life would be over, and everything would fall. I never wanted to have a baby at this stage, in this point of my life. But what if I did?

After a few minutes, I stood up and grabbed my coat, causing Bambam to stand up with me, “Where are you going?”
“The convenience store,” I shrugged, “I can’t just sit by and not do anything about it.”

“Are you sure—“

“Better off me than you,” I said, but feeling slight anxious about it.

The walk down to the store was quick, but as I was buying the test, I almost felt like everybody’s watching my every move. I’m too young to be doing this, but the way they stare at me is starting to get on my nerves. As soon as I paid for it, I walked out as fast as possible, hating the fact that all those people in there were whispering and talking about me.

The minute I stepped in Bambam’s house, I saw him lying down on the sofa, his hand covering his eyes, breathing gently. I rushed to the toilet and prayed that it wouldn’t be true, and tested it. My palms were sweaty and shaky due to the nerves, and I had to calm myself down several times to prevent any errors. My heart’s pounding so fast that it’s almost so hard to breathe.

I didn’t dare look at the lines and went out to wake Bambam up. The way he fell asleep made me smile, but I have to make him look. I won’t have the guts to see it.

He woke up and rubbed his eyes, “Hm?”

“Here,” I gave him the test and looked down, “I… didn’t dare see it so… What is it?”

I waited for his response, but it was eerily quiet that I had to avert my gaze towards him. The look on Bambam’s face confirmed by thoughts; he was gaping at the screen, his eyes widened, and his posture frozen.

I collapsed on the ground, burying my face in between my knees. What have I done?

Bambam kneeled beside me and circled his arms around my waist, causing my whole body to shake and I sobbed in fits. The information was too much, and the comfort of having him hugging me wouldn’t even give me the happiness I need.

“Hey, it’s okay. Keep the baby. I’ll find a way to make it right. Ssh, your baby’s going to be sad hearing mommy cry.”

BamBam POV

I rubbed her back and closed my eyes out of frustration. I was flustered to the point where I couldn’t say anything else. The words on my tongue were yet to be spoken, and to be honest, I wasn’t glad. This could potentially ruin my future, and my career, but I couldn’t imagine the terror Cayla’s experiencing. She must’ve felt bad for me, and I vow to make everything right.