Sophia's POV

Two weeks later..

For the past week or two, I hadn't heard from Matt. He was finally leaving me alone to my thoughts as I had asked of him. Brian and Matt however, saw each other frequently. They had several band meeting's and came to the conclusion they should return to the studio and write some music to let go of their emotions.

Whilst they worked, I worked. I met up with Brian's father to discuss the job, he seemed to love me and he was happy I was back in town. Instead of discussing my working role, he'd tell me how much Bri used to speak about me as a teenager when he got home from school, when he got home from hanging with me, and so on and so fourth. But to sum it up, I began my job and began earning money. And I enjoyed it.

Me and Brian were now dating, semi-official. Meaning, everybody knew except Matt. We figured it would be better if he didn't know for now. It was a pressure free relationship. Brian and I obviously wanted to have sex, but he understood I was way too put off from what happened last time and he allowed me my time. We wanted to wait until the right moment.

It had been two weeks since I told Matt I'd think about the baby, and all I had been doing was thinking, and I couldn't reach a conclusion.

It was 8AM, another night I couldn't sleep solid. Brian was glued to me, by my side, arm over my chest, fast asleep, probably dreaming about a simple future with me. He was on the verge of snoring, his breathing was as heavy as Darth Vadar's which is probably more annoying than if he were to snore. But, I kinda liked it.

I shifted his arm away from mine and flung my legs over the bed and onto the freezing marble floor. I got myself out of bed, and slouched over to the en-suite bathroom where I decided to run a steaming hot bath. I closed the door shut, and began the taps.

The bathroom was dark, it had no windows and ran on energy light bulbs which were dim with age. As I poured the bath milk into the already steaming water, I watched it foam and grow into giant bubbles which eventually covered the entire area of the bath. I must have used over half a bottle.

As I waited for the bath to run, I brushed my teeth, splashed cold water over my face and slid out of my night clothes and let them drop to the floor. After adding some cool water to the boiling bath, I slid down into the bath and into the water, letting it block out the worries around me. I wish the tub would expand so I could go swimming, in a cool river out in the open, surrounded by nature and fresh air. But in those kind of places, I'd be too conscious of a Jason Voorhees like character roaming around the private preserves. I sunk into the bath about to relax, just as Brian bursts through the door.

The bubbles gave me my dignity as he rushed over to the toilet.

"Sorry- I have to take a leak" he yawned, without a care in the world.

"There's another bathroom right outside" I sighed, ignoring the sounds he made as he relieved himself. He finished up, washed his hands and knelt himself next to the bath, resting his arms on the tub side and staring adoringly at me.

"Morning" he smirked. "Sleep good?" he asked me, ruffling his hair into a matted mess, which I liked.

"Yeah," I shrugged, Brian would over worry over nothing with knowledge of my sleep deprivation levels, so it was best to just keep quiet about it. "You?"

"Always" he nodded. "You gonna be long?"

"Yes," I chuckled. "Why?"

"I want a bath," he frowned with a cheeky grin on his face. He never bathed.

"You, Brian Haner, want a bath?" I asked. "Taking into consideration, you told me the other week you'd never had a bath in this house and you've lived here for 3 years?" I giggled.

"So what I'm a shower guy- still want a bath every now and then,"

"Join me, then" I asked with a raised eyebrow, implying something I really didn't think he'd circum too.

"I just might" his tongue grazed his bottom lip with eagerness, but before anything - he brushed his teeth and- actually brushed his wild mess of hair. "Don't look" he joked as he stripped down. I had my hands over my eyes until he stepped into the water. He hissed with pain. "Fuck me, woman!"

"What?" I laughed, removing my hands away from my eyes and seeing him holding a towel around his waist standing up in the bath.

"This fuckin' bath is red hot!"

I tugged the towel away playfully, forcing him to sit himself down in the bath. He seemed to be a very private man, or very shy. He flopped into the water uncomfortably with a cringe on his face due to the temperature

Once he had finally relaxed, we sat opposite each other, bodies covered by bubbles, topping and tailing in the bath. His hand stroked up and down the bottom of my leg under the water, the other hand played with the bubbles, blowing them over to me.

"You wanna know something?" he asked, sinking slightly lower in the bath.

"Sure," I smirked.

"I don't think I've felt this strongly for anybody before," he declared with a shy face, looking down into the water. "I was engaged 3 years ago-" he admitted, which I never heard before. "I thought I was crazy for her and I was with her for two years. Yet, being with you- for 2 weeks..." he began, with hesitation.

"Go on" I urged, with a growing smile on my face.

"We haven't even done anything, the most we've done in this two weeks is order pizza and cuddle on the sofa, take a walk into town a few times and- I feel so much more than what I've ever felt before"

"I feel the same way," I matched, still with a plastered smile, taking his hand under the water.

"And considering how complicated things have been-"

"It's only gonna get better," I nodded. "But- I really need to ask you something, just to take it off my mind"

He looked with worry. "What is it?"

"If- if....I decide to have this baby, what will happen to us?"

He looked back down again, seeming to fall into deep thought for a few silent moments. "Nothing will happen to us?" he frowned, as if it were a stupid question. "I wanna be with you- baby or no baby" he chuckled. "Anyway- think I'll make a pretty good step-father"

"God don't say that" I cringed with an awkward laugh.

"But why the question? Are you having second thoughts?"

"Not second thoughts" I corrected. "Just- thoughts"

"Whatever happens," he spoke whilst moving himself over towards me, hovering himself over me. "I'll be here" he lent his body down onto mine, placing my lips with a kiss. Our bodies intertwined within the water, as he kissed me deeply. My breasts pressed against his chest which he clearly enjoyed, as his warm, wet hand held my face intensifying the kiss. "What do you say to me making us some breakfast, because I'm really not a bath guy" he chuckled.

"Or.." I added, seductively biting my bottom lip at him. "If you hate bath's so much, we could step out and take this into bed?"

A smirk grew on his shy face. "That sounds better than breakfast"

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Brian's POV

Later on

Today, me and Sophia arranged to meet up with Johnny and Zacky so she could tell them about the baby and the situation. We didn't invite Matt along as we figured still, it was best for him and Sophia to have space. We met up in a coffee shop in the middle of my town. It was small, riddled with an everlasting strong scent of cocoa and coffee, mixed with freshly baked bread and freshly raised cakes. We all sat round a table, each with a small drink in front of us. Johnny had a liqueur coffee, whilst me and Zacky had a simple black and Sophia had a tea.

"Guys- I have something important to tell you" Sophia declared without hesitation yet with a growing nervousness, possibly carrying the realization she would have to tell many people this soon. "I just wanted to meet with you so I could tell you something and so you didn't hear it from- anybody else. Like from.. Matt" she added.

"What? You pregnant?" Zacky joked, tipping a sachet of sugar into his coffee and mixing it harshly with a spoon, creating an annoying ringing noise paining my ears.

"Oh," she blushed. "Well- yeah"

"No.. fucking.. way" Johnny screeched, with eyebrows raising higher than his mo-hawk, whilst Zacky stared with a wide open mouth. "Who's is it? Is it Brian's?!" he asked like a middle aged woman hearing the latest bitchy gossip of the week.

"No," she blushed. "It's- Matt's baby-" she sputtered with reluctance. "..but I'm still not sure if I'm keep-"

"When? What!" Zacky exploded in shock. "When did you fuck!?"

"Zacky shut up!" Sophia cringed, even making me squint as the sound of that sentence, also as I began to notice looks from strangers around the coffee shop. "It was Jimmy's funeral night. I was so drunk, it was a mistake-"

"You didn't fuck Matt" Zacky stared wide-eyed. "You fucked Brian"

My eyes darkened and my eyebrows dropped into a mean yet puzzled frown.

"No I didn't" she sighed, dropping her head into her hands with pure embarrassment, whilst I just sat here silently awaiting explanation to Zacky's marvelous idea. I sat back in my chair without a word.

"No.." Zacky said, thinking with eyes to the air. "No- I distinctively remember you guys fucking in the women's bathroom in the bar" he spoke with a arrogant laugh

"What?" I scoffed, immediately sitting up from my once relaxed and intrigued stance and throwing Zacky an evil stare. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Me and you were drinking in the bar after you came down from Sophia's bedroom and said you heard Sophia and him fucking, so you drank a whole bottle of fuckin' whiskey in 15 minutes-" he began, with no sign of cutting any detail. I listened eagerly, but not foolishly as quite frankly I didn't believe a word he said. "Then Sophia came down- asking for a bottle of wine to take up to the hotel room - she was pissed out of her face by this point too - and she said that- Matt.." he cringed. "Fuckin'... did stuff to her.. and that they were, quote - 'just getting started'"

Me and Sophia both stared at Zacky, with a blank expression. Blanker than an empty whiteboard. My brain was suddenly completely empty, like a lake without water.

"Then.." he continued. "You both got into a huge argument about it because he thought you had sex, and you was defensively telling him that you didn't"

"I didn't sleep with Matt?" she asked, with a concerned frown. I on the other hand just observed the conversation trying to piece the facts together. "How did I end up in his room if you're so fucking right about this?"

"Just fuckin' let me finish!" he snapped. "You ended the argument snogging each other's faces off, you went into the women's bathroom and you fucked!"

"How did I get in Matt's fucking hotel room!"

"You were in your hotel room dumb ass!" he yelled. "Matt left his keys in his room, if you remember rightly? I took you back up there, he was already passed out"

"Remember fucking rightly?!" Sophia screamed. "I can't remember what the hell happened that night and all I have to rely on is you now?!!"

"I wouldn't fucking lie about this Sophia" Zacky snapped. By this point, Johnny downed his alcohol infused coffee with stress hoping to give him some relief from the matter. He wasn't one for confrontation. Neither was I, hence why I still sat back, confused, perplexed, and inside my head: chaotic.

"Why were you still in the bar when all this happened?" I asked, trying to collect as much evidence as I could, still refusing to believe him.

"I just was-" he spat.

"Why? This sounds like fucking bullshit Zack" I growled angrily

"I was with someone!!!" he screamed.

"Who?" Johnny asked, as if that was the most interesting thing to happen in today's conversation.

"Someone" he answered.

"Who?!" he pushed.

"Christine!!" Zacky spat. Johnny looked over to him with anger.

"My sister Christine.. or some hotel staff chick named Christine?"

"Either fucking Christine.." I interrupted, fulfilled with anger and stress. "That isn't important right now - you can argue about that later"

"Brian," Sophia frowned to me, trying to piece the puzzle together. "Do you remember this?"

"No!" I admitted, shaking my head faintly. "All I remember is waking up naked in my hotel room and not having a clue where my suit went" I stared into nothing trying to remember something. Anything.

Me and Sophia then stared at each other, with no expression apart from the tears which fell down her face effortlessly.

"Zack why didn't you fucking tell us?!" Brian screamed.

"You guys had sex I thought you would have already known!" he laughed out loud, ignoring the humongous elephant in the room. It was as if he'd forgotten Sophia was pregnant because of it.

She must have become overwhelmed, as she stormed out of the coffee shop knocking her tea over on with her shoulder bag on the way. I immediately shot up and followed her out and found her stood outside, probably hoping fresh air would clear her mind. I stared at her with complete sorrow.

"Sophia," I began softly, approaching her. She backed away like a neglected puppy, seeming frightened.

"Matt told me he didn't use a condom," she frowned. "How did he remember if it didn't happen?"

"I- I don't know" I shrugged. "I'm just as confused as you.." I added, approaching her again with comforting arms which she ignored.

Could I really be the father to Sophia's baby? It seemed I'd wished for me instead of Matt and it came true, but I wanted to take it back more than anything as it made the whole situation more confusing and disorientated from the thoughts Sophia had before.

"Brian, I can't remember a thing from that night" she sobbed, suddenly crashing into my arms. I squeezed her tight, probably in an attempt to force all the tears out of her so she could stop crying. It broke my heart seeing her so shaken. "And- if I did spend the night with you- I especially wish I had remembered"

"I know," I nodded understandingly.

"Am I really having your baby?" she asked staring into my eyes as if the answer lied in them.

I understood why Sophia was so disorientated. Matt promised her he'd be the perfect father and promised the best future for the baby - whilst I continued to advise her on whether abortion was right or not. She had no idea that I never wanted children, the thought of having a kid usually made me miserable and it would tear her brain apart even more if I admitted it. However, the thought of having a baby with her seemed - strangely different.

"If Zacky is right," I began. "Then- yes, it could be my baby-" suddenly, Sophia's face seemed to spark. There were still tears, but they cried happiness rather than downhearted about the pregnancy which was a refreshing change. "But-" I spoke, interrupting the content she was experiencing for once. "I think we should talk to Matt about this first, just to see what he really remembers"

"Yeah," she nodded wiping her eyes. "If- the baby is yours Brian- I know we've only been dating a few weeks, I don't want you to feel pressured into anything"

"Sophia," I sighed. I held her face gently within my hands. "I love you" I admitted. "If you're having my baby, I love you even more"

She smiled through her tears, mixed with happiness and sadness and kissed my lips gently.

"I think we should go and see Matt now" she suggested unwillingly.

This wasn't going to go well at all.

Notes

If anybody needs refreshing about the funeral night I believe it started on chapter 7/8!!

Ok who feels bad for Matt now hahaha!! Comments please!!!! XX