~Amber's pov.~

I try to get up from the couch but Peter stops me and so does the baby. "Don't move. Just sit for a little longer." He kisses the top of my head and puts his arm around me. I sigh and snuggle into him. The pain soon fades and the relief is wonderful. "Can we eat?? I'm starving." Peter laughs and helps me up. "I'll cook you something." He grabs my waist and leads me to the kitchen. "What would you like??" He says while I sit on a stool. "Pancakes!!" I say like a child.

Peter laughs again and starts cooking. I get up and turn on my KIIS FM radio. I hum along to the songs and Peter cooks. He gives me a plate and gives me two pancakes and gives himself two pancakes. I devour mine and Peter laughs again. "I'm eating for two!! Don't judge!!" I say to him and cross my arms around my chest. He takes my hand. "I'm not baby. I just didn't think you were that hungry. If I had known I would've cooked it faster or something." That takes me by surprise and my face starts getting hot. "Oh."

Peter gets up and grabs our plates, he puts them in the dishwasher and comes back over to me. I wrap my arms around his neck and he looks down at me. I smirk and he kisses my forehead. "Don't make me wait for my morning kisses!!" I tease him. "Fine..." He gives a fake sigh and kisses me. I kiss him back and he deepens it. His hands go to my waist and I put my hands down the collar of his shirt. We break away and my stomach takes a toll. I sprint to the sink knowing I won't make it to the bathroom.

I throw up my entire breakfast. Peter holds my hair back as I puke and rinse my mouth. I lean into him as he takes me back to my room. He puts me in bed and lays me down. I turn on the TV and put something random on. I turn to Peter who just laid down next to me. I grab his hand and place it on my stomach where the baby is. I put my hand over his and look at him. He looks back at me in a way that I just melt right there and then. I shift and his hand goes around my leg. I smirk at him and kiss him. He kisses me softly before pulling away. "Are we even allowed to while your pregnant??"

I think for a second. "I actually don't know because my past boyfriends didn't knock me up." He frowns and puts some space between us. "You know I didn't mean to..." I reach for him but he pulls his hand back. "Babe, I didn't mean it like that. It was a joke." "REALLY?? Because that didn't seem like a joke one but, Amber!!" He yells at me and my eyes go red. I stand up and break something behind me but I'm too far gone in the anger to care. "PETER!! Don't yell at me!! All I did was tease you and you decide to yell at me?!?! Maybe you should leave!!" He gets up and walks to the window that's open. "MAYBE I WILL!! IF YOU ARE IN PAIN TONIGHT DON'T COME CALLING FOR ME!!" He swings out of my window leaving me angry and lonely.

I look behind me and see the picture of my mom and me broken on the floor. I put my hands over my mouth and sob as I pick up the broken pieces and sit on the floor. I look at the picture and see it's ruined. I sob harder and contain a scream. I grab the broken glass and put it in the garbage while I think of what to do with the picture. I pick it up and put it on my nightstand for now. I sit on my bed and cry into a pillow. I hear a whoosh and look up to find Peter standing there awkwardly.

"What do you want?!?" I yell at him through tears. "I-I was wondering if you were ok..." He says and puts his hands in his pockets. I glare at him through tears. "I'm not ok!! I broke my picture of me and my mom!! I'm not ready to be a mom!! I don't have the help of a family member to be a mom!! I also probably lost the love of my life to some stupid fight!!" I wail and cry harder. He stands there for a second and then sits by me. "Amber...I-I..." He struggles for the words which makes me cry harder.

He pulls me onto his lap while I sob. "Amber...Amber...Amber..." He soothes me and rubs my back while I sob. I finally control my tears and look at him. "A-are we ok?? You and me??" I ask. "Yes, Amber. That's what I can over to say. I'm not mad. I was just frustrated with myself because I'm the one who got you knocked up and that's not ok. You're 16 for crying out loud!! And you're having a frickin kid!! I'm not leaving you and I'm going to help you as much as I can with this baby. I'm not leaving my beautiful love because of some baby."

I look up at him and tears well up in my eyes again, but these ones are happy tears. "Thank god!! Peter, I don't care that you knocked me up. All I care is that you're not leaving me with this bundle of confusion that's in me." I hug him and he hugs me. "But after we have this kid we are using something every time we do that." "Oh, 1000% Amber. I'm not that stupid." I give him a look. "Ok. It was the first time but we all learn from our mistakes, right??" "Right." I lay down because I feel tired and Peter just holds me as I drift off again.