Damaged

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

B E L L A M Y

Noah and I spend the following week figuring out a way to get him out of his deal with Sebastian. He told me that Sebastian was the one that took care of him in prison, made sure nobody touched him or hurt him, and Noah would do a few favors outside in return.

I had no idea what it was like being incarcerated, but I could imagine that I would probably do the same.

Isaac warmed up to me eventually—yet not quite congratulating me—but Noah wasn’t so lucky.

He ignored him most of the time, and when he couldn’t, he was short with him. Cold.

I hadn’t seen my brother like that before, and I was sad that he still couldn’t just be happy for us. I didn’t expect to have a baby at twenty-two with someone I’ve only been on good terms with for a couple of months either, but it is what it is.

“I think it’ll be our only option,” Noah said, interrupting my train of thought.

“Hmm?” I looked up, picking up my cup of tea and using it to warm up my hands.

Noah smirked, sitting back in his chair and dropping his phone on the table. “I’m going to report his ass and give a statement.”

My heart dropped and I leaned forward to grab his hand, placing my tea back on the table. “Noah, what if they think you’re just as guilty? What if they decide to follow up on accusations against you? What if—”

“Bellamy,” Noah stopped me, taking both of my hands in his and giving them a little squeeze. “That’s not going to happen. I’m not leaving you.”

I managed to calm down a bit, but that nasty feeling that something terrible was going to happen stayed.

“I’m just scared.”

Noah stood up and walked around the table, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I know.”

The both of us jumped when the doorbell rang, and I checked my phone for the time. “Shit.”

“What?” Noah asked as he watched me walk to the front door.

“I forgot the time, Maria is here,” I explained, opening the door for my friend.

She shrieked softly, leaping forward and pulling me in for a hug. “How are you? And the little guy?”

I chuckled, hugging her back and looking at her as she caressed a hand over my stomach. “You’re already showing a little.”

Maria hung up her coat and followed me into the house, heading straight for the kitchen to make another cup of tea.

“How are you so sure it’s a boy?” I asked, grabbing a cup for her.

She shrugged, taking it from me and flicking on the kettle. “I just am.”

I placed a hand on my stomach, pouring the both of us a cup when the water was done, the smell of herbal tea hitting us in the face as I did.

We made our way upstairs, and I put on some music when we arrived in my room. Maria placed her tea on my nightstand and let herself fall back on my bed like she was home, letting out a big sigh.

“Herra?” I walked up to her, putting my cup next to hers and sitting on the bed beside her. “Are you ok?”

She rolled her head to the side to face me, and I got nervous at the way that she looked at me.

“You’re doing amazing, Bella,” she said, smiling softly.

I cocked my head to the side, lowering myself to lean on my elbow as I kept my eyes on hers. “Maria?”

She looked down at the sheets before she pulled her gaze back up to mine.

Her silence was unsettling, the happy and energetic woman I was used to nowhere to be seen as she face me. “I’ve noticed you didn’t drink as much since you and Noah...Even before you knew you were pregnant.”

I thought about the last couple of months and concluded that she was right. I didn’t feel like I needed the alcohol as much as I did before. But why? What changed?

“I’m not—”

"He makes you happy.”

My cheeks heated up and I cast my eyes down, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I felt guilty when I looked back at my friend, feeling like I couldn’t be happy since she had been through some shit when it came to relationships.

“I’m sorry, and stop changing the subject,” I said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t be,” she replied, smiling up at me. And this time it was a genuine smile.

“Is there any way I can help you?” I decided on a different approach, since she didn’t seem too eager to talk about her problems.

I wish she did, though.

“It’s nothing,” she said softly, looking at my stomach. “You have more important things to worry about.”

I pulled her closer, taking a deep breath. “Maria, you are just as important. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

She sat up on the bed, grabbing her tea and blowing the steam off the top. “I just...”

She let out a long breath, staring off into the distance. “I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore. What I’m supposed to do with my life.”

I cocked my head to the side, placing a hand on her knee. “Do you still enjoy teaching?”

She looked up. “I don’t know.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I reassured her, scooting closer and sitting next to her.

She leaned her head on my shoulder, taking a deep breath. “I love you, Bella.”

“I love you, too.”


“We’re going to be late,” I groaned, checking the time on my phone as Noah ran around the house in search of his keys.

“I know, I know, give me a second.”

I waited in the hall, zipping up my coat and trying to ignore the nerves in my stomach.

Today was going to be my first ultrasound since I found out I was pregnant, and we would get to see our baby for the first time.

“Got it, let’s go.”

Judging by the way Noah was fidgeting with his keys as we walked to his car, he was nervous too. I tried to contain my smile as I watched him get in, the rough bad boy nowhere to be seen.

He wasn’t completely gone, of course, but it was cute to see this other side of him.

The drive to the hospital was short, and as we sat in the waiting room, we were surrounded by everything ‘baby’.

Noah looked very out of place with his ripped jeans and ink-covered skin, and I couldn’t help but notice the looks some people were giving us.

“Why does it take so fucking long,” he mumbled, sitting back in his chair and grabbing one of the magazines from the table next to us.

“We’ve been here five minutes,” I stated, placing my hand on my leg to prevent it from shaking.

“Ms. Powell?” A voice said and I looked up.

Noah jumped from his seat, throwing the magazine back down and grabbing my hand.

I chuckled at his enthusiasm as we walked up to the doctor, shaking her hand before we followed her to the next room.

“Can I go to the bathroom real quick?” Noah asked as I took off my coat and hopped on the parchment-covered chair.

“Hmm,” the doctor hummed, and Noah sprinted out of the room. “I’m doctor Johnson, nice to meet you, Bellamy.”

I shook her hand, hoping she wouldn’t feel how clammy mine was, and smiled back. “Nice to meet you.”

“Shall we start? Or do you want to wait for the father?”

I chuckled at the word, my cheeks heating up at the look on the doctor’s face. “Uhm, no, he’ll be fine.”

She spread some cold gel over my stomach and grabbed the transducer.

I felt the nerves in my toes as she turned the screen a little so I could see, and I gasped when the black and white image appeared, showing me my baby for the first time.

“What did I miss?” Noah said as he stormed back into the room, quickly taking a seat next to me.

“We’ve just found a somewhat clear image of your child, Mr. Taylor,” Ms. Johnson said, her lips curling into a smile at Noah’s enthusiasm.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled, looking at the little bean on the screen.

“You’re actually just about to enter your second trimester,” Ms. Johnson said, studying the screen.

“What?” I had no idea what that meant.

“I’d say you’re about fourteen weeks pregnant.”

I swallowed and Noah and I shared a look. So, not the shower moment then. God, I was never trusting condoms ever again.

“So that’s like, three months?” I questioned, screwing up my face.

“Hmm.”

Wow. Either Noah has expert swimmers or I was extremely fertile.

As I looked at our baby, I almost couldn’t believe it had been that long since I moved in with Isaac. Or since Noah and I started...to stop denying our feelings for each other.

“Can we find out if it’s going to be a boy or a girl yet?” Noah asked, and I turned back to the doctor, eager to find out myself.

Though it didn’t matter in the end, I was still curious.

“It’s hard to tell. I’ll probably have a better answer at your next ultrasound.”

I nodded, jumping slightly in my seat when I felt Noah’s hand on mine.

We kept our eyes at the screen as doctor Johnson printed a few copies of the frozen image, and I gave Noah’s hand a little squeeze.

I was sure. This was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

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