I ate my weight in food. I wanted  everything on the menu and Jake had  no issues ordering me just that. Pushing  my plate to the side I took a sip of my  water before my eyes landed on  Charlotte.

She was grinning from ear to ear.

She knew.

We were planning to tell them  tonight, but we couldn't get the chance.  Conversations were flowing and  changing all the time. Jake and his dad  were currently discussing more security  around the perimeter.

"So, have you had a look at anyonline courses yet?". Charlotte asked.

I wanted too but I also wanted the  college experience. I couldn't go to Yalewe all knew that was dead and buried  and I had accepted that but there was  still a chance for me to go to school  here.

"Not yet but I plan to. I'm going tolook into going to college here". I had all  the information I needed and there was  still time for me to apply.

"College here but how would thatwork?".

I frowned. How would what work?  And then it clicked that she was talking  about my pregnancy. A sigh fell from my  lips. Being pregnant wasn't going to  stop me doing things. It wasn't an  illness, I wasn't dying.

My face must have said it all because  her opinion soon changed.

"You do what you want sweetheart.It'll do you the world of good"."Do who the world of good?". Jakeasked.

I swear he only heard what he  wanted to hear sometimes.

"Me". I spoke."The college here offerspart time courses. I'll go three times a  week in-between studying at home".

"Is that a good idea?". He made aface."I don't want you stressing over  tests or overworking yourself".

The overprotectiveness was testing  my patience. I knew it was coming from  a good place, but I didn't need to be  wrapped in bubble wrap.

"I can't stay in the house all dayeveryday Jake. I need something to do".

"Have I missed something?". Heasked."I thought college was off the  table?"."No Yale is off the table". I pushed mychair back and got to my feet. "I'm  going to the restroom".

I was becoming frustrated. I hated  feeling like I couldn't do anything  without his permission. Our afraid of  doing something he won't like. We were  mates, I wasn't his prisoner.

I didn't need to pee but hiding in the  bathroom to compose myself seemed  like a clever idea. Or so I thought until  there was a knock on the stall door.

"I'm peeing". I spoke.

"You're hiding".

I could hear the playfulness of his  tone. I bit back my smile even though  he couldn't see me. He made it hard to  stay mad at him. Not that I was mad  but smothering me wasn't going to doanyone any favours. Especially with  how quickly my mood was changing.

"Leah come-...".

"I want to go to college". I spoke.

"Okay".

“I want my degree and I know-…”. Ipaused."Okay?". I frowned.

"Yeah, baby okay".

"Really?".

"Can you please come out so I'm nottalking to you through a door?".

I unlocked the door, and only then  did it click that he was in the woman's  bathroom. Wait did he lock the door?