Chapter Eight

I then went under the duvet and started watching a few movies, at random. By the end I started watching Breaking Bad, but I then started thinking what the media is thinking about me being pregnant at 21 and Conor is 25 at the moment. We moved a few months ago to this house, it's nice.

Then I get that same pain but down my sides, fuck sake. It just isn't going away. I go over to the mirrored wardrobe and remove the top half of my onesie. I had had a large purple bruise down both sides, of course stupid stretch marks as well, I haven't let Conor see at all as it kinda embarrasses me. Then I quickly put the top half back on and get back to Breaking Bad.

Then I decide to read comments on the new picture.

Wow, it's so pretty.

I want a baby now... 😢

It's lovely, nice to see you taking pride in it.

Why the fuck are people making a big deal about another stupid Maynard or Sugg

They live at 81 Malcolm Street guys!

Sarah's real number is 093 123 876

This is what my bedroom looks like, about 10 years ago... Haha

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Zoe tweeted this

Who is here from Zoe's Twitter

Baby sis, I'm proud of you... 6 million subscribers

I had to double look at the comment Joe posted. I quickly typed www.youtube.com/SarahSugg. To find I had 6,231,095, I squealed. Probably too loud as it attracted Conor's attention. "What's wrong?" He said, coming beside me on the bed. "Look." I say pointing at the screen. "Cool! I'm still on five million subs." He said, with a sad face on.

"But... Zoe has 14 million and Joe has 10 million." I remind him, he just says 'oh.' "What you watching?" He said, pointing to the Netflix tab. "Gay porn..." I said, sarcastically. But not sarcastically enough as he looked so shocked. "Calm down, only joking I'm watching breaking bad. I rested my head on his shoulder as the laptop sat between us. I dozed off not too long afterwards.

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