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svubloods · 6 years ago

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Imagine finding out you’re pregnant with Peter’s baby

Imagine finding out you’re pregnant with Peter’s baby

Dr Becca Langley watched curiously as her next client walked into the room after her assistant called for him. He greeted her with a quick nod before taking a seat heavily across from her. Almost immediately sinking into back into his seat, as if he wanted it to swallow him whole, which only made her perk up and lean forward, as she continued to observe him.

She flipped to a fresh page in her notebook before smiling at him.

“Good Morning Peter,” She said greeting the somewhat distracted ADA.

“Dr Langley,” He nodded, still insistent on referring to her as that despite knowing her for over a year now.

“You know it’s Becca,” She brushed off as he remembered to switch off his phone.

“So Peter, what’s been happening since the last time I saw you?”

From there they continued to engage in conversation as per usual. Like every other week, it started with them discussing his work week. A fact that had originally annoyed Peter as he thought it useless at the start especially as he couldn't give her details, which she knew quite well, as he wasn't seeing a psychiatrist to talk about work, let alone paying her to do so. But as time progressed he appreciated the build-up talking about work provided as it made transitioning the conversation into the topics that weren't easy to discuss easier. Another thing that made it easy was the fact that much to his surprise Doctor Langley often contributed to the conversation with her own experiences and antidotes about her husband and young daughter. Which made it much more comfortable for Peter as he felt like it was a conversation instead of just him speaking.

The whole idea of seeing a psychiatrist after everything that had happened wasn't his. It was yours before you were dating you suggested that he talk to someone about everything that had happened. He knew things weren’t right after Pam died and you telling him that he was self-destructing was the push he needed to get the help he needed. And it had been helping, he was apprehensive at first as he had never been so open with his feelings but as time went on it became easier for him especially within the safe confines of Dr Langley’s office. In fact, it the Doctor that encouraged Peter to be upfront about his feeling for you as apparently it was obvious that ‘he cared very deeply for Y/N’ which was true but he disputed that it was easy to tell that he did.

Now that you were together and one of the most important parts of his life, you naturally came up in conversation a lot. And Peter did discuss your relationship in sessions from time to time. It was new territory, the whole relationship thing, for the both of you so he did appreciate the guidance. In spite of that though and all the positive progress that he made with his inner demons and emotional intelligence, he was still set in ways. And when things were bothering him and even if he did want to discuss them, he would never bring them up himself. He always waited for her to ask or for the perfect segway to appear. So Dr Langley had become an expert at knowing when Peter wanted to talk about something but needed her to ask him about it.

“Peter is something bothering you?” Dr Langley inquired, putting down her pen and looking directly at him.

“No…why do you asked,” He brushed off, a little too quickly.

“You seem a little off,” She phrased carefully, as Peter tapped his foot impatiently and ran a hand through his hair.

He sighed, “Well…”

“Well?” She encouraged.

“I was going to skip out on our session today,” He admitted.

“Oh, and why’s that?” She asked.

“I wasn't in the mood for talking about my feelings after the past few days I had and especially this morning,” He offered, “But I thought it would be rude to cancel so late so here I am,”

“What happened this morning?”

Peter averted his gaze and played with his hands. It was always hard for him to talk about you and your relationship. He had even asked you if he could discuss your relationship in these sessions, which you, of course, agreed too, you just wanted him to have support after everything and you knew you couldn't do that all that yourself. But he still found it difficult to share the most important part of his life, perhaps because he knew exactly what it was like to use it, but he would never risk losing you.

You and Peter were just a couple weeks shy of your first anniversary though you had known each other for over two years at this point, but there is a difference between being in an actual relationship and being colleges, friends and even something more. You’d moved into his apartment around two months ago and things had been going really well.

For Peter your relationship was difficult to describe, it was intense and very serious, in the way that you had both been through a lot and you both weren't used to serious commitment but you were doing it for each other because your feelings for each other were that serious. But in another way, it was very silly and fun because you both had such serious jobs that in order to survive you needed something light to balance it all out and keep you from going insane. And that was your relationship, not everything was always so serious in spite of the intensity of your connection. And this isn't even mentioning the fact that neither of you could keep their hands off the other. Peter couldn't explain it but when you both were together he feels like his true self and everything else feels right. And the past eleven months hadn't been easy, you had so much thrown at you but you made it through and that was all that mattered. You were still committed to each other and committed to being with each other and being in love because fundamentally you both worked so well. But that didn't mean it was always easy being with each other.

“Y/N and I got into a fight,” He confessed, “Well actually we continued a fight from the night before,”

“All couples fight Peter,” She began.

“I know but it wasn't a normal couple fight…like it wasn't the sort of fight we usually have…it was different,” He fumbled, uncharacteristically unable to look her in the eye.

“What are you saying?” She questioned seeking clarification from him.

“I messed up… really badly,”

“Y/N! Y/N!” Sonny shouted loudly into the thrashing dark blue water while simultaneously watching over the two young children you had already pulled from the water.

You had dived back under for the second time for the oldest of three children and you had been under for too long. You weren't even supposed to be down there but it was an emergency and as soon as you saw the car go into the river, you raced out your car and dived in without a second thought. You quickly caught up with the sinking car and recovering the two girls trapped in the backseat of the sinking car. Bringing up to the surface as quickly as your body allowed and practically throwing them at Sonny before diving back down in an attempt to save the struggling twelve-year-old, the oldest of three children, almost killed by their unstable mother. She was also in the car but you were too focused on getting her children to safety to even pay her a second thought.

Your lungs burned and your limbs throbbed as you pulled the now unconscious twelve-year-old boy the waist, holding your breath as you raced up to the surface. It was you against time and you needed to beat it as he started to slip away in his arms. You muster up all your strength to pull him ahead of you so that he broke the surface before you did. As soon as his head bobbed above water he was pulled out of your arms and to safety. You allowed yourself one breath and in those few seconds, you saw Sonny and a few uniforms take care of the children and heard the sounds of more backup and ambulances approaching. Help was coming but it wouldn't be here quick enough. And despite your feelings for a murder who had almost killed her children, you went back under, ignoring the warnings of those at the shore.

The water was dark as you dove to catch up with the sinking vehicle for the third time, plunging deeper and deeper, to the point everything was blurry and your whole body was screaming at you. You couldn't even think to evaluate what you were doing. Regardless of who she was and what she had just done, driving her and her children into the Hudson River, you weren't ready to let her sink, to get away with it without even trying to save her.

By the time you reached her, she was unconscious and dangerously still but that didn't stop you from grabbing hold of her body after untangling her and taking her back to the surface. And despite being in the vast body of water that made up the Hudson River. You felt enclosed and the pressure around your body intensified to the point that ever kicks your worn out legs out made was a fight for survival. Your now beginning to fail due to the prolonged lack of oxygen.

But you made it.

Once again the limp body was pulled away from you but now she was attended to by the paramedics. As you were pulled from the river yourself you saw ambulances with the three children start speeding to the hospital. You saw CPR start to begin on their attempted murderer. Back on solid ground, you stood up shakily and evaluated the scene.

“You idiot,” Sonny exclaimed before grabbing hold of his partner and hugging you tightly, ignoring that you were completely soaked, “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Just me doing my job,” You joked, coughing on the water that still occupied your lungs.

“We need to get you to the hospital,” He insisted, pulling you towards an ambulance while simultaneously keeping you steady.

“I’m fine,” You stated adamantly, shaking him and some excess water off.

“Y/N…” He began but he didn't get to finish.

Because as soon as you straightened up, your body betrayed you. You had to spin around fast to avoid violently throwing up anywhere in anybody's actual direction. You hunched over the edge of the water and spewed. You don’t remember how long it all was but you felt light-headed already but it was much worse when you turned back around to face a horrified Sonny and paramedics gearing up whisk you away. Your words of protest barely made it out of your mouth as everything seemed to blur, suddenly knocked off balance. The intense pain had gone as you settled into unconsciousness, replaced with the feeling of cold stone pressed against your cheek.

“What do you mean by that?” Doctor Langley inquired, her curiosity peaked

“I mean what I said…I messed up,” Peter responded, glancing away.

“Peter,” She scolded.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before looking in her direction, though purposely not at her.

“You know how I mentioned that sometimes I don't feel like I’m not good enough for Y/N?” He countered, his words reluctant but said all the same.

She nodded, “And we talked about it and I believe we reached an agreement on how these feelings don’t reflect the actual reality of the situation,”

“Yes,” He agreed, Peter was a master of words and yet when it came to matters of this nature words seemed to fail him, “But I can’t shake it you know? I know that you’re right. I know she loves me, she says it every day even when I forget. She loves me as I am right now and not who I might be or even who everyone thinks I am. And I still convinced myself that she deserves better as if I’m the judge of that. I convinced myself that even though I’m happy, so so happy with my life right now that she deserved better and I needed to give her that. But all I did was mess up one of the only good things in my life. My whole life actually because she is my world and I screwed it up. We both know that I’m the emotional one in this relationship, strangely enough, but yesterday it was like she snapped. I pushed her too far and I think I might have lost her,”

“Peter, do you think this might have to do with the anniversary of Pam’s death a few weeks ago?” She suggested after a brief silence.

“Why would you say that?” He demanded, shaking his head, “That has nothing to do with it,”   “Doesn’t it?” She asked, her tone careful but direct, “After she died you struggled with feelings of not being good enough and consequently punished yourself because you convinced yourself that you weren't good enough to save her. What happened to her is what brought you and Y/N closer because she could relate to what you were going through. She helped you get better. And I don’t think you got better because you wanted to be better for her, you got better for yourself because she made you want to be better. I think that you projected those feelings that resurfaced on the anniversary of your relationship as a way to deal with those feelings. Does that sound about right?”   “I…” He struggled.

“How about we talk through what happened?”

“Well, it started a couple weeks ago when…the anniversary came around,” He admitted, his words hesitant as he realised that she was right at the moment.

She nodded, encouraging him to go on.

“We’d just moved in together a month ago and everything was going great…fantastic even. We were happy and everything was going so well. And then I ran into into some old friends and it sounds so stupid now that I’m saying it. But they told me that I looked happy and that scared me,” He continued, bowing his head.

“Why did that scare you?”

“Because it’s the truth, I am happy,” He persisted, “But I used to convince myself that maybe I’m happy but what if she isn’t. What if she isn't as happy as I am? I love her so much and I used that and the fact that my last trial was a high stake two-week ordeal to distance myself from her. Because I let myself think that it was a good idea. In case I wasn't making her happy she could have that space to figure it out. So I spent all day at work, left before she did, came home after she went to sleep. Was working on weekends because I told myself I had to be sure. But now I know I did it because I was scared about how i felt and I know that I’m the only person to blame for how I feel right now,”

“And how’s that?”

“Devasted,”

“Why?”

“Because I made her unhappy too,”

“I was happy…and I thought…you were too…” You replied, looking at him from across the room, keeping a distance between the two of you.

It was late, he’d come back late. You thought since the trial had finally wrapped up and he’d won, he’d come back home to see you, especially after what felt like weeks of properly seeing each other. You waited up but he had gone out with colleagues instead of coming home to you. And it broke you, like you had been holding it together and you finally snapped. You were exhausted and sick and now you were heartbroken. It felt like those creeping thoughts you had over the past few weeks were coming true.

“I am happy,” He insisted, taking a step towards you.

“Then why are you doing everything you can not to see me?” You demanded, taking a step back in response and putting up your hand to stop him get any closer. “That isn't true…” He began.

“Don’t try and pull that with me,” You interrupted fiercely, your hand clenching into a fist but tears were streaming down your face.

“Y/N…” He whispered, his voice tender, familiar, concerned, seeing you cry, out of the two of you Peter uncharacteristically was the more emotional one when it came to things like this so seeing you cry was enough for him to stop trying.

“What?” You shouted, frustrated.

“I’m sorry,”

“Now, you’re sorry?” You laughed, tragically, turning away so to wipe your tears.

“I was terrified, okay?” He gave in.

“About what?”

“Us,”

“What about us?”

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Peter breathed, close to you know, as you had allowed him to approach, he was an arm's length away, “I’ve never felt like this about anyone and I don’t think I ever will. And it’s terrifying because I know I can’t live without out you. I know that now. You are the only thing that matters and I was scared that even though you make me happy that I might not make you feel the same. Because I can’t do any better than you but you could way better than me. And I would be willing to give you up if it meant you were happy. I would let myself lose the only person I had left it made you happy.”

“No,” You stated, fiercely.

“What…?” He stuttered.

“You don’t get to decide what makes me happy. I do,” You argued, “I wake up every day and unapologetically choose you, not because I have to and not for you either. But for me, because you make me happy. And you would know that if you had just talked to me. Instead of making me feel like this to make yourself feel better.”

“I wanted to talk to you,” He insisted.

“Then why didn't you?” You interrogated, “Do you know how it feels to have the person you love the most suddenly act like they don't care about you for no reason at all? I’ve been asking myself what I did wrong, absolutely sick with worry that I feel nauseous, it was exhausting.”

“I’m sorry,”

“I just missed you so much,” You cried, letting it all out.

“I’m…”

“I don’t know if I can do this,”

“What?” He stammered.

“I don’t think I can be someone who can’t talk to me about when they feel insecure about our relationship,” You said steadily, though you were shaking and had backed yourself up against the wall, “ Someone who can’t communicate with me and instead plays games with me. Makes me feel like this. Because I know if you had just talked to me. I would have told you that for me, I know there is no one else that I want to be with because I love you so much. But I can’t go through this again.”

“Y/N,” He called after you after you slipped down the corridor toward the guest room.

“I need to be alone,” You responded before slamming the door in his face and breaking down against it as soon as you did.

“Detective Reagan?” The nurse, Clarke, asked, the sound of her concerned voice bringing you back to reality and with it the nosiness of the hustle and bustle of the hospital ward all of which you had drowned out when you were plunged into your own thoughts, her eyes were soft and sympathetic as she watched you lie their, stunned, “Y/N!”

You felt her hand pulling yours over the metal railing, you had been gripping it tightly and your hand had gone bright red in response, well at least it wasn't blue anymore. As soon as you noticed you let her pull you away and flexed it carefully.

“Is there anyone I can call to be with you?” She inquired, her voice soothing.

Words seemed to escape you and all that came out of your mouth was a cross between a croak and gulp, so you just shook your head.

“Are you sure? Your father is listed as your emergency contact. Maybe if we call…” She began to suggest.

“No,” You interrupted abruptly, before softening your voice, “No, I’ll…I will be fine…Right?”

“I know this is a lot to take in, especially right now in your condition…” She offered, comfortingly.

“I can’t be…” You sputtered, “I don’t know how…”

“Right now, I’m going to need you to relax,” She insisted, seeing you starting to work yourself up into a frenzy.

You nodded again and settled back in the bed, utterly consumed in your mind and your whirlwind of thoughts but your eyes were staring blankly ahead. The world around you seemingly going on without you while you seemed to be time locked, stuck in the moment, this life-changing moment. Perhaps the hectic environment of the hospital was exemplifying your feelings but you were overwhelmed with the feeling of unreadiness. You didn't feel ready at all. You didn't feel sure. Everything that had once felt so certain in your life, stable, seemed to be teetering on the edge all of a sudden. Nothing was certain, not your job, not your family and friends, not your relationship and not your life. No, in a second everything had changed.

And you couldn't tell if it was for the best or not.

In the moment? Panic was rising in your chest and your mind was spinning. It certainly didn't feel like it was for the best.

“For what it’s worth, and it may not be much since we just met,” The nurse began, taking a seat beside you and clasping your hand as the heart monitor beeped steadily beside the two of you, “I think you’re going to be great at it,”

“Why’s that?” You asked, playing along, giving her a small smile as she squeezed your hand, comfortingly.

“Well, you’re here because you just dived into Hudson River to save a bunch of kidnapped children after they were driven into it by their own mother,” She reiterated, “that seems very brave and selfless to me. And you’ll need a lot of that, that’s what being a mom is all about.”

“I was just doing my job,” You countered, reluctant to agree, “Serve and protect, remember?”

“But it’s the degree in which you decide to do it, is whats admirable,” She insisted, “ It’s above and beyond anything I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen a lot. It’s definitely more than any organisation can officially ask of you. So yes, I think you’re going to be great. Fantastic even,”

“You don’t know me,” You commented, letting out a sad laugh, “If you did you would know that I’m too much of screw to be someone’s parent. I don’t know if I can live with screwing up someone else’s life,”

“Oh sweetie,” She sighed, before leaning over and hugging you tightly while rubbing your back.

You were surprised at first but you soon let it happen, clutching the stranger tightly and beginning to cry into her shoulder. You don’t know how long you stayed like that but she made no attempt to let go, holding you as long as you needed. Eventually, though you let her go still sniffling but wiping away the last of your tears.

“Sorry,” You whispered, noticing the patch you had left on her shoulder.

“Oh, don’t you worry about it,” She brushed off, “I’ve had much worse on me,”

“I bet,” You giggled.

“Ah well look at that smile,” She pointed out, “Let’s hope your little one has it,”

You clenched your jaw at the mention. You couldn't let yourself forget what she started this conversation with. You hadn’t expected it at all, you’d had an insane few days and an even crazier morning, in more ways than one. You had expected her to tell you that you were being discharged, you were only here as a precaution anyway, not that you were actually four weeks pregnant and that was the reason you were feeling this way and why you were so ill.

“How are you feeling now, Y/N?” She inquired, after going over your charts.

“Better,” You admitted, “Physically at least,”

“Well that’s good but the doctor did say she wants to keep you on fluids for a bit and see how it goes. Extra precautions given the circumstances, you understand.” She explained clearly.

“Yeah,”

“And emotionally how are you feeling?” She probed.

“I’m absolutely petrified,”

Had you ruined everything already, without even trying, without even knowing? If you had known you would have done everything differently this morning and last night. Now that you knew it alms explained what happened but how could you let yourself do that. Well, you didn't know. You had absolutely no idea, you had felt the same besides the extreme fatigue and being way more emotional than normal. Perhaps you should have noticed but it wasn't even something that you even considered. It just never occurred to you.

And you were pretty sure that you hadn't ever discussed children. Neither of you weren’t the type of people who sat down and discussed the future and what you wanted. You were enjoying being with each other now and even though you wanted a future with him, you hadn't thought about what that would entail.

Though recently that had been far from your mind and when you did think about the future. You were questioning it. After what happened last night, your relationship was on the edge and now you were a month pregnant.

You had been so distracted that you had brushed off all the signs. Exhaustion, that was normal even if it was a little worse. Headaches and nausea everything that was going on with Peter. The cramps? All the snacks that Sonny had been feeding you. It was easy to explain away and you knew that with everything was going on you probably wouldn't have realised if you hadn't been sent to the hospital after collapsing. You could have also done without the hypothermia. Clare, the Nurse, comforted you once again before promising to come back and check on you.

You didn’t know when you were going home as they had made it clear that they wanted to be careful.

You were buried under blankets and hooked up to IV in hoping to get warmed up. You squeezed your eyes shut in hopes of sleeping but your mind was racing. The reality was hitting you and you weren’t prepared. You were alone. Peter could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket for the umpteenth time when he finally walked out of Dr Langley’s office. He had felt it throughout it session but obviously ignored it because he was supposed to turn it off but he could never bring himself too just in case there was an emergency. It was buzzing continuously so he stopped in the middle of the waiting room. There were calls from various different people. He opted for Sonny as he had called the most. Putting the phone to his ear he glanced around the room as it rang. His eyes falling to the TV playing in the corner. And what it was playing made him lower the phone paralysed.

“It is believed that the mother drove the car into the water early this morning after a court declared her unfit and gave full custody of her three children to their Father,” The screen blared, “…she was declared dead at the scene while her three children were saved by two NYPD detectives and are believed to be in stable condition at Mercy General. One of the Detectives, Detective Y/N Reagan of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit was also hospitalised after saving the children from the water, her condition is currently unknown…”

“You look awful,” Danny commented, peering down at you, after suddenly appearing by your side.

“Danny?” You asked weakly, opening your eyes and seeing him there, “What are you doing here?”

“Your partner and I have an agreement. He calls me when you do something stupid, like deciding not to call anyone when you get hurt…plus you’re all over the news so I’ll give it ten more minutes until everyone we’re related to descends,”

You let out a heavy breath as you straightened up.

“You okay kid?” He asked, serious this time, taking your hand as you closed your eyes again.

“No,” You joked, “Apparently it’s not a good idea to take a swim in the Hudson River…in February,”

“I could have told you that,” He commented.

“Where would I be without you and your wisdom?” You continued.

“Dead,” He stated with a smirk before you sat in silence for a while.

“You don’t look okay,” He finally mentioned, unable to be subtle.

“You’ve already said that,” You played along.

“You sure you okay?”

You shook your head.

“I’ve really fucked up,” You whispered.

“I could have told you that,” He teased.

“I’m being serious,” You chuckled.

“So am I,” He winked, “But whatever is I’ll be here for you,”

“I know,”

“How bad can it be?” He offered.

“Daniel,” You warned.

“I didn’t ask what it was!” He defended, “Chill…wait actually don’t. We need you to warm up,”

You rolled your eyes as he seemingly started getting settled in the seat beside you.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s either I stay with you until you get discharged or everyone comes and waits with you,” He explained, grabbing a random magazine from the sideboard and flipping through it.

“Thank you,” You whispered.

“Whatever,” He dismissed, but he was still holding your hand.

A couple of hours later, Danny was helping you get released and the back home. You were feeling much better well better than before at least. But you knew you could recover at home at this point. Almost glad that you were going to get a couple of days off so you could think everything through, now that you were in the clear baby wise, in hopefully a better state of mind. You also had to figure things out with Peter and tell him that you were pregnant.

“So where’s that boyfriend of yours?” Danny asked, after stepping into the elevator to leave.

“He’s been in court all day he probably hasn't got the message,” You offered, though you were unsure.

“He could have called,” He suggested.

“My phone is in the Hudson River,” You reminded.

“Someone must have told him,” Danny insisted.

“I don’t know,” You stated a bit too harshly which shut him up.

Danny drove you home and you waved him off when he insisted to walk you back up. So you made your way up to your apartment alone, still in pain and just wanting to sleep, you had almost hoped that you would be greeted with an empty apartment like you had done so many nights these past few weeks. But no such luck.

You were greeted immediately by an obviously worried Peter, who had been pacing the living room, waiting for you.

“Y/N,” He breathed when you stepped towards him.

You opened your mouth to speak but you were speechless. You wanted to mad, angry, upset but also happy and you strangely felt relieved seeing him. You wanted a definitive emotion to feel and definitive idea of what to do. Your heart, your mind was at war in that second, screaming at you. And you gave in, just to what you wanted.

You raised your arms, indicating to him what you wanted. He rushed he wrap his arms around you as you buried yourself into his embrace, a slight sway as you held each other. Once again overwhelmed, so tears were spilling and you could feel his too when he pressed his face to yours when he leaned down.

“Where were you?” You asked.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me there,” He confessed, “But Danny texted me everything. I knew he would be with you so I asked him.”

“I needed you,” You whimpered.

“I know,” He sighed, “I just keep screwing all this up and getting things wrong,”

You breathed in.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“No broken bones or anything but I need a few days because hypothermia is awful when you’re…” You started before stopping. “What?”

“We need to talk,” You announced, stepping back and looking at him directly.

“We don’t have to do this now,” He reassured.

“We need to, now more than ever,” You brushed off, determined.

“Are you sure?”

“What you did was fucked up,” You confronted, “You made me feel so alone and I need someone who can never even imagine doing that to me,”

“There is no excuse for what I did,” Peter agreed.

“I know it wasn't because of me but you projected it onto me and that can’t happen,” You continued.

“I know,” He nodded, “It won’t ever happen again,”

“I hope it doesn’t because I do love you but I can’t know if I can do this,”

“What?”

“Us?”

“Are you?”

“No,” You reassured, “We need to work on things but I’m willing to if you are,”

“I am,”

“Good,” You sighed in relief, “Because there is something else,”

“What?”

“I’m four weeks pregnant,”

You watched as Peter registered the shock of your words. He looked taken aback which you expected but you didn't expect what came next. You expected an expression of worry, fear but all you got was one of love.

A smile.

“Seriously?” He questioned, holding you once again, searching your eyes with his.

“Yeah,” You whispered.

He pulled you into him again, the buzz of excitement almost vibrating off him, everything transpiring beforehand escaping from his mind as he was filled with unbridled joy.

“That is the greatest news I have ever heard,”

“It is?” You asked, pulling back in his arms to look at him again.

“Of course,” He breathed, leaning his forehead against yours, “There is no one else I’ve ever wanted to do this with besides you. I knew from the day we met that I wanted everything I told myself I didn't when I met you,”   “You want kids?” You questioned.

“Yes,” He grinned but it flattered as it looked at your expression, “Don’t you?”

“I…I don’t know…” You admitted, almost shamefully.

“We’ll figure this out,” He promised, grasping your hand and kissing it.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“You won’t leave me alone?” You asked, shakily.

“Never again will I ever be stupid,”

“I don’t want we’re going to do,”   “We’ll figure it out,”

“I love you,” You muttered into his ear.

“Thank god,” He breathed, “Because I love you too. I always will,”

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