𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, | 𝐦𝐱𝐦

02. It's Ok.

You're all that matters to me,

Ain't worried about nobody else

If I ain't with you, I ain't myself

You make me complete

You're all that matters to me,

What's a king, babe, without a queen?

There ain't no "I" in team

You make me complete, you're all that matters to me

-All That Matters, Justin Bieber

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ares looks down at his phone and stares at the ultrasound picture Torryn sent him late that evening. Torryn was eight weeks along. He stared at the baby that was already forming. They were no longer a pea but a lima bean. He nicknamed the baby lima bean. Something he shouldn't do, but He's had three kids, and ultrasounds made him weak.

He couldn't help but love the life that was growing inside of Torryn, but he knew this was all wrong. He shouldn't be in love with the baby created from lust & secrets. He couldn't even openly claim it without its risks. The biggest risk was losing his youngest, his baby boy. He couldn't imagine losing Andrés. His youngest child was the last child that he had with his mother.

He held Andrés the closet as he was the last thing his late wife gave him before passing. He treasured his bond with Andrés the most, and now he was at risk of losing it now that Torryn was pregnant. Dasha placed the dinner plate in front of him, then put her plate on the other side of the table before sitting down. Dasha had noticed that Ares kept looking at his phone and wondered what was on his mind. Dasha was the only other person who knew about his affair with Torryn.

"Ares, you OK?" She inquires. Ares sighs and looks up at Dasha.

"Torryn is pregnant." Dasha gasps.

"Again?" He nods, pulling his phone out and showing her the ultrasound. Dasha leans on the table to get a better look at the photo.

"Well, he still has time to get an abortion," Dasha suggests, leaning back in her seat. Ares softly sighs.

"Torryn doesn't want to get an abortion again," Ares explains. Dasha nods in acknowledgment.

"So, what are you gonna do?" Dasha asks as she begins to cut into her steak. Ares shrugs.

"I don't know. I, actually, don't want him to have an abortion, either. He sent me a video of the ultrasound, and my lima bean looks so cute." Ares confesses, with a slight chuckle, looking down at his plate.

"Well-Maybe you can raise them..." Dasha trails, taking a bite of her steak. Ares looks up at her, confused.

"How?" Dasha swallows her chewed steak and looks at him.

"We were going to announce our relationship at the cookout anyway. We can maybe announce we're adopting Torryn's baby, too. I mean, it won't raise any alarm bells if we did. You practically was like a second father to him, minus the fucking-" She paused, chuckling to herself.