He kept pacing, I rested my shaky hands onto his shoulders and he looks up.

"Please don't." He whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I can't promise that." I say, hugging him. He hugs me back, shakily.

"Please." He muttered, on the brink of tears.

"I've said this once Jack, I can't promise that." I pointed out, then looking at his worn down face.

"We can make this work." Me mumbled, I thought.

If we do have a child, it'll be more expensive, harder to go out for a pint, not leaving hair objects out and camera.

"Fine, I'll try." I give in, as looking at his facial expression broke me.

"But, there is a chance I couldn't be pregnant?" I point out, he nods.

"I know, but those are very low." He added, I nodded.

"Well, I'm going to go home to bed." I finalise, he holds my hand.

"Stay here, I have a bed." He begged, I nodded.

Following him to the same room, it happened.

I sat down, the bed felt fresh, clean sheets.

Then he went to his rail, scrolling through it and getting a black top out.

Handing it to me, I then realised why.

"Thanks." I thank, he nods staying in his sweatpants.

I then remove my leggings and jumper, along with my shoes then slide the top over my head.

Getting under the cold, white duvet and discreetly snuggle into Jack.

He curls his arms around me.