"Hey, hey, whats the matter?" Craig asked, coming into the bathroom. He had waken up and heard me crying, although I tried to do it as quietly as possible. "Whats up?" He put his arm round me and tried to pull me in, but I wouldn't let him. Even though it wasn't completely his fault, it was mostly. I wasn't sure whether to tell him or not. I mean, I could always be wrong.
"Craig, what we did last night was..." I began, shakily. "Wow, it was..."
"I get it," he said, stroking my cheek. "Come back to bed."
"No!" I cried. "I... We... You..."
"What?"
"We shouldn't have done it, Craig!" I snapped. "I'm sorry if I'm snappy but you don't understand what I'm going through. What you've put me through. I love you and - Man this sounds so slaggy - I'd love to do it again but... Not here. Not now. Not like last time." I said, hinting heavily. Craig stood up and kissed my hand, then walked away.
"I want to stay with you," I called out, not wanting him to go but not wanting him to stay. "I love you. You know I do. I... I've never felt this way before. And in such short time I..."
"Save it, Nicole." he interrupted. "I know. We shouldn't have had sex. It was too soon. I went too quickly. I'm sorry I just... I don't want to lose you. I didn't think of the consequences. We really shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry." His voice started to thicken, just like the day I broke my leg, just worse.
"Look, we'll get through this," I said, my eyes watering. "I might not be pregnant."
"What?" he exclaimed.
"I... I might be pregnant," I stammered, nearly crying. I thought he knew. I thought that was what he meant by 'consequences'. "I thought you knew. I'm sorry."
"But... How? I mean...." he started, but it just took one look for him to realise the truth. I knew he was better not knowing. It could ruin our relatioship. But at least it was fun while it lasted. I stood up (I had been sat on the toilet seat) and bit my lip.
"Are we gonna... You know... Stay here? Or should I leave? Because I brought all my stuff because... You said we could stay as long as I wanted and..." I stuttered. He looked at me, and picked up his keys from the side table.
"Come on. We're leaving." he said, grabbing me by the wrist. Tears slid down my cheeks, but I did as I was told. I was right. It was too good to be true.
"Where are we going?" I asked as we got into the car.
"To my house. I want to show you something," he said, starting the engine and driving off before I had the chance to think of anything, let alone say it.