Here's part two, only like months late.

I'm officially 17 weeks pregnant. 4 months pregnant. Which means 5 months til I shove a baby out of me. Only three people know. Jameson is set to come next week. The thought numbs my mind about when or how i'll tell him.

Grayson's driving me to my next appointment today, his knuckles turning pale with how hard he grips the wheel. He's anxious, at least he's not the one with a child growing inside him.

"I think people will start to notice soon." I tell him, talking to him relaxes him a little and takes away his thoughts.

"I doubt it. You're barely showing." Grayson points out. I am. My stomach sticks out more and more every day, but baggy clothing is the only thing keeping my secret.

"I want to tell Libby. But she'd tell Nash and it wouldn't be fair for all of Jamie's brothers to know when he doesn't." I comment. 

"But she's your sister." He says, noticing how upset it's making me that I can't tell my sister.

I sigh in response as he pulls up outside the hospital. We both put glasses and caps on so if we're seen going in we aren't recognised.

We make it inside and my code name is soon announced over the intercom. We walk inside my doctor's office and we're greeted with smiles.

"Good afternoon Avery. How are you feeling?" Doctor Forbes asks me as I take a seat on the elevated seat.

"Pretty shit. How are you, Doctor Forbes?" I smile sarcastically.

"Good to hear, i'm doing alright." She laughs with amusement.

"Who's this?" She asks me, gesturing to Grayson. She starts putting some new gloves on. 

"This is Grayson Hawthorne." I introduce. He smiles at her, "Nice to meet you Grayson. Is daddy not back from his travels?" Lexi Forbes asks me. 

"Daddy is not." I mock. 

The doctor wastes no time before she starts doing a checkup. She measures my waist and tells me it's a normal size. She asks for symptoms. 

"I should be able to feel the babies heartbeat by now." She informs me as she presses the stethoscope to my stomach. She frowns and keeps moving it around but having no luck. Something in her face drops a little and I can immediately tell something is wrong.

"What is it?" I immediately ask defensively. She hesitates before answering and I immediately look to Grayson who seems to have noticed somethings wrong too because he looks scared. He rushes to my side and now he asks with more assertiveness, "What's wrong?" He speaks firmly.

"I'm not feeling a heartbeat. But it might just be due to the baby moving around." She explains comfortingly, but I can tell with her face she's worried.

"I'm gonna try a transvaginal scan." Doctor Forbes rushes to roll my sweatpants off, Grayson stares only at my face so not to make me feel uncomfortable.

She rushes to prop my feet onto those propers. My legs are spread and she starts lathering a pole with gel. 

"This'll be a little uncomfortable." She explains, I nod. A chilling fear spreads across my whole body. I never wanted this baby in the first place, so why do i feel so sick.

She shoves the long pole the thickness of a finger in me. As promised it is uncomfortable but I don't care as I stare at the screen in fear of the worst.

About five minutes later my doctor lets out a sigh of relief. "It was hiding." She giggles as she points towards the little foetus on the screen.

"Do you wish to know the gender?" She asks me, I hesitate. "I want Jamie to know when I do. He's already been kept out of all the other secrets so he deserves to know something at the same time as me." I decide.

She gives a sweet smile at my gesture and removes the pole from me. She tells me the baby is perfectly healthy even when I get a little defensive asking why she couldn't hear it at first, she tells me everything is fine and it was just in a difficult position to detect.

"Have you started getting any cramps yet? You should be able to start feeling the baby kick." She tells me.

"Cramps yeah but no kicks." I answer as I reclothe myself. Grayson faces a wall and turns back around once I tell him i'm dressed.

"Well I can help with the cramps. We've got some exercises and massages that work well. It's recommended to try some out with the baby daddy." She winks and hands me some brochures.

I take them with a smile and we head out. The second we get home I head to the huge kitchen with a craving for something specific.

I'm thankful to find the room empty as I start searching the cupboards for something I don't quite know.

Grayson follows in after me along with Xander and Max. I don't say anything to them as I start opening a family pack of Oreo's. 

I start eating some and they start talking to me. "How'd it go?" Max asks me. 

"I dunno." I shrug anxiously as I pile more Oreo's in my mouth. 

I start searching for something more when the Oreo's don't quite quench my cravings. 

"What do you mean you dunno?" Xander asks with confusion.

I find some cream cheese and salmon. I grab them and bring them towards the counter everyone's gathered around.

"I thought the baby didn't have a heartbeat and I was sad? But I didn't want this stupid thing in the first place so why would i be sad? But everything's fine, the little bastard was just hiding." I sneer.

I start spreading the cream cheese onto the Oreo and wrapping the whole thing up in salmon. 

Everyone looks at me with disgust and fear. "Don't you dare." Max warns as I prepare to eat it.

I frown at them, "I've been craving this all day." I confess. I start eating it and sigh in relief with how good it tastes. The three in front of me all gag and laugh at me.

I start making another one and then suddenly burst out crying, even I don't know quite why.

"Hey whats wrong?" Max asks softly, rounding the counter to my side and wrapping a comforting arm around me. "The fish died." I sob.

"What fish?" Xander asks affectionately. "The fish I just ate. It had a family. I killed a parent." I cry out, tears running down my cheeks.

Max has to hold back laughs as she rubs my back, making eye contact with the two boys who are stifling laughs.

"I think the pregnancy emotions have started.. and the cravings." She frown's sympathetically.

"I don't even like salmon." I weep.

"Its not a real fish." Grayson tells me. I look up at him with confusion, my lip quivering.

"It's artificial salmon. It looks and tastes like salmon but it's fake. Lots of vegans eat it." He explains. I'm so upset right now I actually believe his lies and happily wipe my tears and take another bite.

We all snap towards the door and are met with Libby and Nash smirking as they walk inside hand in hand.

They quickly drop hands upon noticing they're not alone in here. Both immediately notice the concoction in my hand.

"What is that?" Libby asks with horror. "Just a snack." I swallow with fear of them noticing.

I look to my friends who seem hesitant to speak up.

"I'm pregnant." I admit out of the blue, making all five heads snap towards me.

"Oh my god." Libby whispers in shock.

"17 weeks." I bite my cheek nervously.

"Ave.." Libby sighs with a small smile, rushing towards me and hugging me tight. 

Nash follows too, "Jamie's?" He asks nauseously. "Mhm." I nod. 

He lunges for a hug and picks me up off the ground. "That went better than I thought it would." I remark.

Then I remember "Fuck!" I call out, "This means everyone except Jameson knows." I realize.

"He doesn't know?" Libby asks accusingly.

Then before I can answer, my phone starts buzzing. It's Jameson. He's FaceTiming. I pick up.

"Hey." I smile awkwardly, making sure to face the camera away from everyone else and the mess on the countertop.

"Hi.. you in the kitchen?" He asks me with confusion.

"Yeah, just helping Libs with some cupcakes." I lie. "Ohhh let me see." He smiles excitedly.

"They're in the oven, i'll send you photos later." I dismiss.

"What you calling for?" I get straight to the point. He frowns a little at my dismissiveness.

"Look baby, i'm in Tokyo and I met this guy.. he invited me to go with some of his friends to backpack Europe.. but it would mean i'd be away longer." He tells me. When I hear him talk about travelling his eyes light up and I know that no matter how long he wants to go for I have to let him.

"How long is longer?" I ask with a small frown. I walk away from everyone else to the opposite side of the kitchen.

"He said it could be a month, could be a year?" He shrugs.

"A year!" I yelp in horror, walking across the room to keep the conversation private hasn't seemed to help much when everyone stares towards me with fear and confusion.

"At the absolute most. I told him if it takes any longer than 8 months i'm coming home." He assures me.

Thats not very helpful when i'm due to have a baby in 5 months. 'Hey Jameson, welcome home. Oh, by the way you have a child.'

"Yeah. That sounds great Jamie." I smile. I can tell he really wants to do this.

"Thanks Heiress." He smiles genuinely.

I miss him. I want him to come back. 

"It's not my decision Jamie." I say with a small pang of sadness in my voice.

"How are you doing?" He asks me conversationally.

"Fine." I reply dryly. Everyone eyes me from the other side of the room. "I gotta go." I hit hang up before anyone can say anything more and I walk back over.

"Did you just tell him to do it?" Nash asks me angrily. I nod. "Call him right now and tell him to get his ass back here or I will." He orders.

"It's what he wants. He doesn't know that i'm pregnant. Don't tell him to come home because that is not your decision." I demand.

"But if he had any clue what he was doing he wouldn't dream of doing it." Nash tells me firmly.

"It doesn't matter. You're not telling him to come home or i'll kill you." I say, pointing warningly.

"I fear with the pregnancy emotions, she may actually." Max tells everyone warningly.

Eventually that week I end up telling Alisa and Oren, they are clearly confused and angry but since they work for me they aren't able to say anything. They have a media consultant help me out with how to avoid the questions for as long as possible.

A month goes by. Still no Jameson. My doctor is getting sceptical of whether there actually is a Jameson. I'm five months pregnant. He still doesn't know. I'm showing now. Baggy clothes are a miracle. Alisa is making sure I never have to leave this house without letting people get suspicious except for the occasional doctor appointments.

Another month passes. Still no Jameson. I'm huge. My doctor has started coming to Hawthorne House now. My stomach hurts constantly. I'm moody. I'm constantly craving cream cheese Oreo's with salmon. I feel awful. I get occasional calls from Jameson but i'm purposely staying distant.

"Hey Avery?" Oren speaks with concern, me and all my friends are in the library. "Yeah?" I ask him.

"Someone's at the gates." He answers warningly. "Who?" I ask.

"Jameson." Oren answers.

I jump to my feet, yelling a bunch of explicits as I run up to my bedroom and put on my biggest clothes. You can't tell i'm pregnant unless you touch me.

I scurry back down the staircases until I reach the foyer.

There he stands, suitcases and bags dumped on the ground the second he sees me. A scruffy but hot beard lining his chin.

"Hey Heiress." He smiles, looking so happy to see me. 

He jogs towards me with open arms, he wants a hug. I give him a severely awkward high five instead. 

His smile drops and he tries to kiss my forehead, I let him because this doesn't require him to touch my stomach.

"I missed you." He smiles sadly. "Yeah." I reply awkwardly. 

He looks at me with confusion. "Well, i'll let you get yourself unpacked. See ya." I blink and walk away.

Words cannot express how awkward that interaction was. But how could I have possibly told him i'm 6 months pregnant with his child?

Max finds me afterwards, hiding in the library away from him. She comforts me and tells me I shouldn't rush how I tell him.

I avoided him all day, and every second that ticked by I felt worse about it. I enter my bedroom that night without him seeing me. 

I'm met with a knock to the door at midnight. I simply pretend to be asleep. He doesn't push it. 

I avoid him all day the next day, not even seeing him at lunch or dinner, making excuses that Max and I were going out. Every time he knocks on my door I just pretend to be asleep or out.

After one more day of blatantly ignoring him, I think he's starting to catch on. Max, Xander, Grayson and I are in the library hiding, hoping he won't come in.

But he does. He comes inside with a sad look on his face, his beard I had only just seen is shaved off. I start to pack up my books and walk out. 

Jameson firmly grips my arm on my way out and pulls me back, everyone just watches in dread of how this interaction will go.

"Hey." He speaks in a whisper. "Hi." I hiss as I start trying to walk away again.

"Are we fighting? I don't get it. What did I do?" He asks me a lot louder this time.

"Nothing." I grumble, I really don't want to tell him.

"Yeah well why are you avoiding me? Are you mad cause of the beard? I shaved it." He points out. "Nope. Not the beard." I mutter.

"Then what? Did someone die? Are you dying? I don't understand why you're so distant." He begs me to tell him. "It's nothing." I reply a little firmer this time.

"Clearly not.. did you cheat on me?" Jameson glances towards Grayson with a lost and hurt look in his eyes.

"What! No." I snap angry at his suggestion.

"If you aren't going to tell me why you're mad then it's not my fault." He remarks.

"Well that's fine." I yell, he doesn't seem fazed by my escalation of emotion.

"Great! Let's just be mad at each other for no reason!" He shouts back.

"Fine by me! Didn't want to talk to you anyway!" The pregnancy hormones add cruelly. 

"I didn't miss you once while I was gone!" He ups the stakes.

"I forgot we were even together!" I scream.

"Yeah, well I forgot you even existed." He shouts back. 

"Yeah, well..." I start yelling back, I run out of angry insults to throw. "I'm pregnant." I finish the argument with a proud grin.