His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (each kindness read aloud TXT) 📗

eye. Trevor clears his throat and his eyes fall to the floor uncomfortably. The man who'd abused me for years now cowards away from my boyfriend, so petrified he can't even maintain eye contact. The whole situation is ironic and I look back at Mum, my own little smirk plastered on my face from seeing Trevor so scared.

"Merry Christmas Mum. . . Trevor" I say bluntly, no emotion in my words. I give her a false smile before looking at Trevor, disgust written all over my face. Jake wraps his arm around my shoulders,  pulling me towards him.

"Choke on a turkey bone and do us all a favour eh Trevor!" He says loudly, slapping his hand on Trevor's shoulder in what looked like a friendly manner. Trevor immediately flinches, his whole body jerking from Jake's touch. He glances at my mum with wide eyes, dragging her away from us. We watch as both of them practically ran away, tripping over their own feet. I choke with laughter watching them go and Jake soon joins in, his head falling backwards as he laughs loudly.

"Priceless," he chuckles wiping tears away from his eyes.

He's right, moments like that are indeed priceless.

I guess things really do have a way of working out.

Chapter Seventy  - Baby, it’s cold outside.

"What are you doing?" I frown at Ivory as she grabs me, pulling me into the bathroom before shutting the door. Her eyes are wide with panic and covered in a glossy sheen.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask concerned, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. She looks so shaken up, tears brimming her eyes.

"Ivory?" I ask again, sitting her down on the ledge of the bath. She inhales deeply before finally letting out a loud sob, her body shaking as she does so.

"I think. . . I think I'm pregnant!" she chokes out looking me in the eyes. Her eyes are red raw and she looks so vulnerable, like a little child. I feel my stomach drop and tighten in several knots as I take in the information. My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion —

"Why do you think that?" I ask, kneeling down between her legs to look up at her. She's sobbing, hiding behind her hair. I squeeze her knee gently to re-assure her but on the inside, I'm panicking as much as her.

She's eighteen years old, no way is she ready for a baby.

"Have you and Ben been using protection?" I ask, nibbling nervously on my bottom lip. She nods vigorously before sniffling and wiping tears away from her eyes —

"I'm on the pill Em! But I'm late, like really late," she explains, fear growing in her voice. She reaches over to her jacket that's hung up and pulls out a box of pregnancy tests. My eyes widened as I realise this is actually happening. Ivory could actually be pregnant.

"Ivory," I say uneasily, forcing her to look at me. She holds the box in her hands —

"Whatever the test says, I'll support you," I say firmly, swallowing the thick lump in my throat. I glance down at her stomach in disbelief that she may actually be carrying a little baby foetus right now.

"Will you stay with me?" Ivory asks, vulnerability lacing her voice. I nod, grabbing her hand and give it a tight squeeze.

"Of course I will." My brain is so shaken up with the idea of her being pregnant.

She hasn't been with Ben long and if the test comes back positive, would he support her?

How would she support herself and the baby?

How would Tobias and Jake react to their baby sister and cousin getting pregnant at the age of eighteen?

I believe she would make an amazing mother one day, she is loyal, loving and doesn't have a bad bone in her body. However right now isn't the right time, at all.

"What are you gonna do if you are pregnant?" I ask quietly, dreading her answer. She shakes her head, her eyes wide with worry —

"I have no idea," she chokes back a sob. I take the box from her and read the instructions before opening it and taking out one of the tests. I hold it out to her and she simply stares at it, frozen in shock.

"Ivory, I'm here for you."

She inhales deeply, taking the test from my hand. I watch as she stumbles towards the toilet before I turn around, nervously waiting for her to pee on it.

"Are you done?" I ask a few moments later.

"I can't pee! I'm too scared," she mutters behind me.

"Erm t-think of a waterfall" I suggest, my hands flying out due to my nerves.

"A waterfall?" Ivory asks from behind me and I nod -

"You know, water? Think of lots and lots of water."

"That doesn't work Emily!"

"I don't know Ivory! Stick your mouth under the tap and chug?" I suggest and she groans behind me, muttering curse words under her breath.

"That should do it," She mutters, standing up. Ivory holds the stick in her hand and stares at it, her hand still trembling.

"What now?" She asks me, chewing on her bottom lip. I huddle closer to her and stare at the little screen, waiting for the results —

"We wait."

"What happens if I am? It's Christmas tomorrow! I can't give Ben the gift of a baby!" She panics, her voice breaking.

"Ivory, let's wait for the results." I comfort her, placing my arm over her shoulder.

"Oh my god, this is taking forever!" She whines, bouncing on the heel of her feet.

"Look!" I gasp, pointing at the test.

We both stand there in shock, staring at the little white test that has now determined whether or not she's carrying a child.

Chapter Seventy One - I’ve got some good news and some bad news.

Tense moments pass but eventually Ivory squeals and drops the test onto the floor. She begins jumping round