(Mia P.O.V)
After an intense make-out session, I and Nate decided to take a walk on the beach, so now we were walking on the beach barefoot and I was still debating with myself wheatear to tell him about my pregnancy or not.
*Come on Mia tell him, he deserves to know, you can do it, Mia, it’s now or never, go tell him,* I give myself a pep talk and take a deep breath preparing myself to throw the bomb of my pregnancy on him.
“Ugh, Nate, Can I ask you something?” I ask him.
“Yes, what is it?” he asks and turns to look at me.
“Did you trust me?” I ask him looking deep in his eyes.
“Of course, I trust you Mia, but why did you ask me that?” he asks to me.
“I have something to tell you,” I said to him and he nodded his encouraging me to say forward.
“Impregnate,” I said in one breath,
