If it's quality not quantity then good luck reading this one because it's both short AND terrible.

Enjoy, if possible x

It had been 2 days since Macey and Cammie had sorted everything out and they both felt better for it. However, Macey didn't feel better about anything else. She'd been extremely sick every morning, she was ridiculously tired and even more cranky than usual. Preston was being amazingly supportive towards her though, and it didn't do unnoticed. Everytime she went to do something, Preston would offer to help. He'd keep bringing her glasses of water to make sure she wasn't dehydrated, he would constantly be offering to make her something to eat and he barely left her side.

"How you feeling today?" He asked,sitting down next to her on the couch.

"I am growing a child in my womb. I constantly need to pee, I can't stand the smell of coffee let alone the taste, I can't stop puking and i'm exhausted without even doing anything. How do you think i'm feeling?" She snapped, but Preston had gotten used to it.

Over the past week, Macey had become even less tolerant of anything and everything, especially Preston. "Sorry." She mumbled, realising that she had sounded more irritable than she actually was. Preston laughed a little to himself.

"Whats funny?" Macey asked defensively.

"Nothing." Preston said, trying to hold back the laughter.

"Seriously? What's funny?" Macey repeated.

"One of your biggest concerns is the fact that you can't drink coffee without wanting to puke. It's kinda hilarious." he replied.

"Idiot." Macey said, hitting him with a pillow.

"Wow. I'm so totally offended by your insult." He said sarcastically and Macey rolled her eyes at him.

They stayed silent for a few minutes. Preston could tell by the expression on her face that Macey was deep in thought. After a minute, he decided to ask what was troubling her.

"You look like you're thinking about something."

"That's because I was."

"You wanna tell me...?"

"No...No it's nothing..."
"That means it's something. I know what you're like, now tell me."
"Ughhh fine, but promise you won't get annoyed or anything?"

"Macey..."
"Promise."
"Fine, I promise I won't get annoyed."
"I kinda wish you hadn't been here when I found out about being pregnant. I wouldn't have told you straight away, I would've waited until I absolutely had to tell you. And I wouldn't have told anyone else either. I'd have to deal with it by myself, like usual."
"How long would you have waited to tell me?" he asked.

"Like I said, until I absolutely had to tell you. So until I started showing really obviously or until something happened. Like last time."

"It might not be the same you know, it might not happen again. Sometimes it just happens once."
"Preston..."

"Macey, you can't just keep looking back at what happened before. You were under a hell of a lot more stress than you are this time and you had absolutely nobody."

"I know. I just can't help but think that it's gonna happen again. I didn't accept that it had happened for a long time, so I found it really hard to get over it."
"Random question for you. Did you get any counselling after the miscarriage happened?"

"No, I just shut myself away from everyone for 6 months. I stayed at my cabin and just broke contact with everybody. I never actually talked to anybody about what happened, they just know that I lost the baby."
"We can talk about it, if you want.."
"I suppose you have a right to know.."
"No, that doesn't matter. You don't have to.."
"I want to. I need to. There isn't much to tell, I went for the 12 week scan and they couldn't find a heartbeat. I had to take tablets to pass the tissue because it was missed miscarriage and they hadn't picked up on it so the tissue was still in my body. It's all very technical. Oh and..they said they thought it was a boy.." A few tears spilled out of Macey's eyes and ran down her cheeks.

Preston pulled her over towards him and she laid her head down in his lap. "I'm sorry Mace.."

"It's okay. Really, I just haven't spoken about it since...ever." Macey said,still crying a little.

"It's not okay. I'm sorry you had to go through it by yourself."

"I know."
"I'm here this time, and we're going to do this. We'll have this baby and it's gonna be the best thing that's ever happened to either of us."

"Preston..."
"I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Just as well I wasn't going to disagree then." She smiled.

It was times like this, when they were alone and in the most simple circumstances, that Macey felt that it was okay for her to be herself. She could talk and cry and bare her soul to the one person that she had relied on for a little too long. Because even like this, with tear-stained cheeks and messy hair, Preston saw how beautiful she was. And it wasn't in the way that the rest of the world saw her. It wasn't just superficial, it was internal. It was simple and understated, yet delicate and perfect.

Last paragraph was hella dramatic annnnd it's the only part I actually like from this chapter. It's basically just Pacey cuteness and as much as I ship them, I dislike this chapter.

IF I SAID THAT IT WAS 2 CHAPTERS TILL THE END LAST TIME THEN IM SORRY I GOT CONFUSED IM DROWNING IN FANFIC CHAPTERS.

Anyways,

Thank you for reading :)