Sophia's POV

"You're..- these are.. yours?" he asked. He looked at me deeply, his eyebrows shadowed over his eyes, deep sorrow. "You're pregnant?"

"Give me those" I stropped, snatching them off of his weak hands. It seemed his body had gone into shock, he couldn't grip them.

"It's Matt's... isn't it?" he added, grinding his teeth together harshly.

"Bri.." I sighed, he gave me a daring look with tons of judgement. "..yes, it's Matt's" I admitted.

"You.." he began. "You.. stupid- stupid girl!" he yelled. When someone looks at you like the way Brian looked at me, with eyes holding total anger, it hurts; but when that someone holds your heart in their hands; like he did, it kills. Brian was usually the one to hold me together, but this time he was against me. "What were you thinking?!" He continued to yell. But I deserved it.

"I wasn't thinking," I somewhat defended. "We we're both drunk that night at the funeral, I can't remember a thing"

"You're fucking stupid Sophia" he snapped, taking the tests from my hands and throwing them in the trash. He looked at me with that same disappointed face I'd been given a million times before by my mother, and more recently, my father. I felt a stinging in my nose and my throat started to tighten. I opened my mouth to let in a small breath as tears welled in my eyes. I fought with everything I had to keep them from falling, but when he shook his head and turned away from me I couldn't control it. He then watched me break down, I fell to the floor and my head relied on my shaking hands for support.

"He was, so so happy," I sobbed. "Then I told him I was going to get rid of it, and I've never seen someone look so hurt"

I looked up at Brian, who's once angry face had faded into a guilty stare- as if he was responsible for my cries. He rushed over to me, fell to his knees in front of me and pulled me into his chest.

"I'm s-" he stuttered. "I shouldn't have spoken to you like that"

"What am I going to do?" my chest heaved with a quiet sob, and tears welled up behind my eyelids, slipping down my cheeks without resistance. Another sob wracked me, followed by a thin wail.

"You're.. going to calm down-" he spoke reassuringly as I cried into his chest. "Take a few breaths.." he added. "And we're going to talk about this properly"

"I don't want to talk about it Brian- I just want it gone"

"As much.. as I hate Matt right now- it's his baby too- and you need to speak to him about- your feelings" it was clearly hard for Brian to give me this advice.

"I can't" I continued to sob. I showed no sign of calming, I was fretting in complete panic. "I don't want a baby with him Brian,"

"I know," he hushed, stroking my hair. I pulled away from him, and looked into his glistening eyes. A single tear dripped over his small, cracked lips. "I can't stand seeing you like this- please just calm down"

"I appreciate your help," I begun. "But I do not want this baby- I do not want this with Matt" I wiped away my tears, my voice shook frantically but there were no more tears left. I gasped for air, slowly recovering from my sobs. "It would be so- different with- you" His face turned brighter, he too, wiped his single tear from his cheek. "Matt- seems to repulse me- the thought of having his baby, just-"

"It's okay," he nodded. "I understand if you want to abort"

"I don't like that word" I frowned, still gasping my breath back. "I've always said I'd never bring myself to do it, but here I am- certain about it"

"How about we take a drive over to his, have a serious talk about it - and afterwards- if you're certain, we'll go to the hospital"

I looked up at him, staring deep inside of me. It was almost like he hypnotized me into the best decisions. "Can we do it.. now? I want this to just be over" I asked.

"I'll just grab my car keys" I'm pretty sure Brian wasn't allowed to drive, still having a damaged rib and all. He stood up, took my hand and helped me to my feet. I wrapped my arms around him, tightly, as a thank you. "Sophia," he spoke softly. I parted with him, and stared at his sympathetic face. "This morning- you should have came to me"

"I know"

"I'm here for you..." he kissed my head softly. "For whatever.." he kissed my left cheek. "I always will be..." he kissed the other. "And I know now- isn't the best time.." he kissed my forehead. "But- I want to tell you" he kissed my lips, softer than ever. "I lov-"

There was a harsh knock at the door.

Brian took a long sigh, reluctantly left my arms and answered the door. "Oh, come in" I heard quietly. I turned to see Matt, cautiously walking towards me.

"Uh, can we- speak in private?" he asked me. "Please"

"It's okay-" I sighed. "He knows"

"I gathered- but still- I want privacy"

"I'll go outside for a smoke," Brian offered. He threw me a small smile, and walked out of the backdoor.

"Can we go sit in the room?" Matt asked. I gave him a faint nod, and he guided me through into the living room, where he took my hand, and sat on the edge of a cushion. I sat opposite him, cautiously.

"I've just been thinking, all day" he declared. "I'll do- anything for you, and for our baby"

"Matt, please" I sighed. "Don't say things like that"

"I'll do anything for you to keep him"

"Him?" I cringed. "Stop it"

"Sophia you're not thinking about this" he spoke. "You've got a little boy, or a little girl inside of you - our little boy or girl-"

"Matt stop" tears began to form behind my eyes again.

"It's true, you know it-" all of a sudden, a smile formed on his face. "Do you remember, when we were 17 - and we planned this moment?"

"Yes," I looked to the floor, avoiding eye contact with him.

"We even had the names in mind-"

"What are you trying to do, Matt?" I asked. "Are you trying to persuade me into having this baby? Because there is nothing you can do"

"We're having a baby, Sophia" he pushed.

"We're not" I screamed. "You know, if you hadn't had screwed up the other day, I'd probably be just as ecstatic as you-"

"I can make this up-"

"Stop, don't you dare" I shot up, and aimed my finger at him. "A baby is all I've wanted since I was a little girl, and you've made me feel so disgusted by the idea of having one right now"

Matt showed me the shattered look again.

"I wish this baby was Brian's, I wouldn't be getting rid of it if it was" As soon as I said those words, I instantly felt a swarm of guilt. "I'm- I'm sorry- I didn't- I didn't mean that" I sat myself back onto the sofa.

Matt, with tears in his big eyes continued to plead. "I just- need you to think about it. You have till, 24 weeks in"

"How do you know?"

"I've been- looking stuff up today" he spoke calmly. "So please, I know you hate me and you don't want to do this for me- but- at least think about the baby, your baby - do it for him"

"One week" I snapped.

A grin grew on his face, whilst mine remained solemn. His eyes were still drowning in tears refusing to spill "Thank you so much, Sophia"

He stood up, and walked out of the living room. I followed, and showed him to the door. "See you around" I indicated by opening the front door wide. He stood and stared at me.

"You know- if you need anything- just ask"

"I will"

"Any money, or- new clothes because of the bump-"

"You're getting ahead of yourself Matt," I sighed with a shaking head. "Just go home, try forget about it for now"

"If you're having doubts about the baby, because of me - then I am truly sorry" he spoke, almost hinting sarcasm. "I might have screwed me and you up- but there is nothing I will do to ever screw things up with our baby. If we can't be together, so be it, but I'll be there everyday for that kid"

I gave him a faint nod, and he walked out. I closed the door behind him. I rushed through the kitchen and tapped on the window gaining Brian's attention. He took a last drag from a cigarette, tossed it onto the floor and came back inside to me.

"He gone?" He asked, taking off his coat. Brian's face was rosy from the cold, the pointy tip of his nose was the reddest. His chapped lips looked considerably cracked from the cold and the cigarette, and his finger tips frozen from the exposure.

"He's gone" I gave Brian a smile, and he took me in his arms. The cool escaped from him, chilling me. "He wanted me to think about it for a month or two, but I told him a week"

"Okay," Brian nodded. "Promise me you will think about it?"

"Why are you on his side?" I sighed, tucking myself into his arms even more.

"I'm on your side-" he declared. "It's you I'm thinking of. I don't want you to regret this"

"Brian- can we please forget about it just for tonight? I promise I'll think about it tomorrow but right now- I'm kinda starving" I half laughed, half felt sorry for my poor knocked up self.

"That's fine" he smiled. "I'll make us something to eat" he began searching through cupboards, which were quite empty, in look out for something warm to consume.

"Oh- before Matt showed up, you wanted to tell me something?"

"Oh yeah-" he remembered. "It's actually- slipped my mind" he falsely chuckled. I was desperate for him to tell me. I guess he was saving it for a better time.

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Later that night

It was late, now. I pulled up my duvet and rolled toward the darker side of the room. The blinds shut out most of the bright winter moonlight, but still on the opposite wall there were rectangles of light projecting from the gaps caused by the artificial yellow glow of the streetlamp. I tossed from one side to the other, the bed that had been once so carefully made became a tangle of covers. For spells I would close my eyes and be conscious of breathing slowly, rhythmically. I tossed and turned but just couldn't find the right position. A lingering haze of sleep sat somewhere at the back of my mind, but it was far out of my reach.

I didn't understand it, the pillows were fluffed, the temperature in the room was perfect - but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get to sleep. My eyes were open like the entrance to a tunnel. I kept on staring into the nothingness, and all I could think about, was how badly I wanted to appear in Brian's bedroom, sneak into bed with him and let him stroke my hair until I fell asleep.

With that erratic thought in mind, I decided to take a walk to the kitchen where I heated a cup of milk with an added a pinch of cinnamon. Once it was made, I took a walk back upstairs with my cold feet buried in white fluffy slippers. Brian was waiting outside of his door. Unlike last night, his hair wasn't so scruffy, his eyes weren't as tired and he wore a pair of tracksuit bottoms with no t-shirt.

"Did I wake you?" I asked, sipping my milk like a haunted child.

"No- I can't sleep" he yawned, scratching the back of his head. I grew fonder of his un-perfect form day by day.

"Neither can I"

"Sorry if this is way out of line, but- do you want to come to bed with me?" he asked, shyly. "Just to sleep- I know sometimes it's better to be next to someone-"

"Yes" I smiled, suddenly wide awake.

"I'll just go to the bathroom, make yourself, comfy" he blushed, he scurried off into the bathroom at the end of the hall. I finished the last few drops of my frothy spiced milk, left the cup on the hallway window sill, and entered Brian's bedroom.

As I approached his bedpost, I drifted my fingers along the silken mattress. I slid my slippers off from my bare feet, and toppled into the welcoming bed. I could feel the warmth Brian had left from tossing and turning in here all night.The comforter was thick and irresistibly soft, like a billowing cloud. I almost fell asleep exploring his soft and soothing bed.

Brian entered his bedroom and approached the bed after he had changed into some lounge pants in the bathroom. He slid into the bed almost as fast as I did, and looked over at me, solemnly. Brian seemed nervous to be sharing a bed with me. Like a teenager sharing his first experience with a girl.

"Can I turn the lights off?" he asked, quietly.

"Yeah"

With that, he flicked his bedside lamp off, and sighed peacefully as he engrossed within his duvet. We laid in silence, for what felt like forever. It was so long, I assumed he would be asleep. I assumed I would be asleep by now, but all I could do was stare at the ceiling above me, as I faintly felt his warm presence next to me.

I couldn't tell you how much I wanted to move in closer, rest on his chest and fall asleep without a care in the world.

It must have been 15 minutes, before he almost silently whispered; "Are you awake?"

"Yeah," I whispered back. He sat up, and faced me. I saw his pitch black silhouette and my eyes were glued to it.

"I still can't sleep"

"Me neither" I admitted, we still exchanged conversation in faint whispers.

"I-uh" he began. "I remembered what I wanted to tell you earlier" his silhouette moved closer to me, until it was hovering over me, intriguingly. I waited in anticipation. "I think-" he added. "I think- I'm in love with you" he admitted. I couldn't comment, I was too taken back. I knew he was, he almost told me a million times - but it was surreal and amazing to hear it from him.

I sat up, edging myself towards him more. In complete darkness, I was free to blush as much as I wanted, my eyes were free to well up without embarrassment. Brian moved his head closer to mine, while I sat frozen, from both fear and excitement. Brian leans in ever so slightly, so his forehead rested against mine. Both of ours breaths were shaking.

"Thank you," I finally spoke, still barely more than a whisper.

"For what?" He replied, his voice low and husky.

"For being you." My voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between them. "I lo-"

Before I could finish, Brian gently lent in close and kissed my quivering lips. We pulled apart and each of us took shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to contain himself anymore, Brian sweetly held my head in his hands and pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss. My hands work their ways around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his now-perfect physique. I lay on my back as he matches my body's form. Brian's hands now ventured over her curved body, but he kept it innocent by feeling the shape of me over my childish penguin pajamas. We pulled apart, and he kisses my cheek with his wet lips.

"I think I can sleep now I have that off of my chest" he chuckled, with his nose pressed up against mine. I felt his warm breath laugh and entwine within my own.

"I don't want to be anywhere else," I sighed through his lips.

"You'll never have to be" Brian held my hand, and I could finally feel my eyes weigh down. As my consciousness ebbed, my mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.

Notes

Does anybody feel sorry for Matt? Or does anybody think she should keep the baby? Did you guys enjoy this chapter! Thank you for reading!! XXXX