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Chapter 3

Beth's POV

I woke up that evening in Alex's bed. I assume he had carried me up here. For a moment I wondered why I was at Alex's house, the haze of sleepiness still hanging over my head, and then I remembered. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from sobbing, but failed, starting to cry again. My hand was instinctively placed over my stomach, almost as if to cradle the little foetus growing inside of me.

Within minutes Alex had come through the door, his expression one of pain to see his childhood best friend distraught.

"Hey, now. Your tears are too precious to waste on assholes like him." He sat in front of me and wiped them away with him thumbs.

"It's not that. Not really…I mean yeah I love him and everything, but he was a complete dick to me. I'm upset because I'm having a baby. I have no idea how to raise a child. I can barely look after myself. And without a place of my own there's no room to raise a baby. This place is big, but with only one bedroom it's just not enough, y'know? And then there's the thought that this little boy or girl isn't going to grow up with a father…" and that's what did it. More tears fell.

"But it'll have the BEST uncle. I'll be there, I promise."

"That's sweet, but you have your own life. You have the band." He kissed my forehead and hugged me, knowing I was right.

"Come on, come downstairs and we'll get you something to eat and see if we can figure out a plan of action." I nodded and proceeded to make my way back downstairs. Jack was still sat on the couch, beer in hand and a plate of hotdogs in front of him. He looked up as he heard my enter the room, and smiled.

"Want one?" he asked, holding the plate out for me.

"Sure, thanks." I sat down beside him and picked up a hotdog. Alex handed me a beer instinctively, knowing how I would always take one when offered. I was about to take it before I remembered. "Alex…I can't drink alcohol…"

"Oh shit, yeah…" he took the beer for himself and sat beside me. "So, a plan of action. First thing's first; we need to get you a doctor's appointment." I nodded in agreement.

"Sure, but we can we start all that shit tomorrow. It's been a long day…"

"Oh, yeah…sorry…" he sat back into the couch and put an arm around my shoulders. We spent the rest of the night watching trashy American TV and eating hotdogs.

The next morning I awoke to the most horrendous pain in my neck, and noticed that I – along with Alex and Jack – had fallen asleep on the couch. That explains the pain… The boys were still fast asleep, so I quietly got up, trying not to disturb them and went into the kitchen to make myself a coffee.

"Hey…" said a voice behind me, scaring me half to death. I turned around quickly with an expression on my face that resembled a deer in headlights. "Whoa, sorry. I didn't mean to scare ya." Jack chuckled holding both his hands up in the "I surrender" gesture.

"Sorry, it's just…I thought you were asleep."

"I was. I heard the kettle boiling."

"Sorry…"

"Nah, that's okay. So how're you feeling today?" he sat up on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh…I hadn't even thought about it, all I've thought about this morning is coffee…I'm okay, I guess." There was a silence that fell over the two of us, and It seemed like Jack wanted to say something, but didn't know if he should or not.

"I know this is crazy, and that we only just met, but I have two spare rooms at my place. If you wanted to move in and have the other room for the baby, I'd be totally cool with that. Actually, that'd be kinda cool. I wouldn't be so lonely…I've been looking for a flatmate for ages." Well, I hadn't expected that…

"Um, wow…Thanks Jack. But honestly, you wouldn't want me there. This baby is going to be up, screaming in the middle of the night, and all through the day. There'll be baby stuff everywhere and you'd get fed up eventually."

"I've thought about all that. I wouldn't mind. And I'd be around to give you a hand. I love kids. Honestly Beth, I'd love it. So, what do ya say?"

I thought about it for a moment. What he was saying made sense. He had room…I needed room…

"Are you sure, Jack? This is a big thing."

"Of course I'm sure."

"Well…okay…" Jack jumped down from the counter.

"Okay? So, you'll move it?"

"Yeah…Yeah I'll move in." His face lit up, a bright smile spreading across his cheeky face. He picked me up in a hug and spun me around. "Thank you for this. You're saving me. I honestly don't know how I could ever thank you enough!"

"Oh please," he grinned, "you don't need to."