* Owen's POV *
It's not like I wanted to leave her all alone for years to come but when I signed up for the Navy what did I expect? Breaking the news to her that they're deporting me in three days will be the hardest thing I might do in my life. Alyssa is my only one. My best friend, my lover, my everything. I know she won't like it, who would like to see their boyfriend leave into a battle and is unknown when he'll return. I sure wouldn't, that's for damn sure. She's curled up into my side, her head nuzzled into my neck and her arm lazily draped across my waist. I softly played with hair, as she pressed her lips gently to my neck, sending shivers through my body. I really should've thought about the Navy before committing to it but in that point in time Alyssa and I were at our low point in our relationship. Worst time of my life. I could feel her breathing even out and she took shallow breaths, notifying me that she is asleep. I slowly made my way put of the bed and tip- toeing to the kitchen in our little, cozy apartment. I rubbed my hand over my face as I looked at the time, it was only 5 in the morning. I knew she'd be up in about 30 minutes to get ready for work so I decided to be the kind loving boyfriend I am and cook her breakfast. I felt guilty, sick to my stomach. I knew it would be okay if didn't treat it any worse than I am now. She'd understand.. right?
"Babbbee.." I heard her faint call for me in the other room. A smile spread across my face. I finished up the food I prepared her and slowly walked into our bedroom, where she laid all spread out in different directions. It made me laugh slightly at her childish behavior.
I crawled my way onto the bed, making it dip down in by weight. The sudden change made her roll over to look at me, her face holding a wide smile, her eyes twinkling. This is why I was going to have a hard time telling her, I'd hate for that little twinkle to stop and for me to leave this. She let a cute giggle escape her lips and scooted closer to me. I smiled lovingly, and crawled on top of her. My arms on either side of her face, and my knees on both sides her hips. I stared into her matching hazel eyes, as I leaned my head down to capture her lips gently. I could feel her smile in the kiss, she snaked her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her body. I lowered myself on her gently, deepening the kiss by nibbling on her bottom lip. "God, I love you." I mumbled against her lips. A soft laugh passed her lips as she laid her head back against the mattress, looking at me with slight thought. "I love you too Owen." She whispered softly, pecking my lips. A smirk played on my lips. "What's that smell?" She asked her eyes starting narrowing. My cheeks heated up slightly, and I sat up scratching the back of my neck. She made little groans of protest when my body left hers. "Uh.. I made you breakfast? " I said more questioningly than I intended. I'd be lying if I said her smile only got wider. "Owen.." She said softly, her smile fading slightly. I instantly went through my head for what I did wrong. "That's sweet of you." She spoke so quietly it made me think she knew what I was needing to tell her. "I have something to tell you." We said at the same time, we both looked at each other skeptically. Possibly we each thinking the worse. At least that's what I was thinking, all kinds of scenarios. "You first.." I said, sitting up straighter and putting a blank face on. She sighed and looked down, chewing on her bottom lip. "I'm..." She started out loud but I couldn't make out the rest because she mumbled it. My heart was beating fast.. was she breaking up with me? After all that we've been through? A rush of anger went through me at the thought, I subconsciously squinting in her direction. "What?" I more or less spat out. She glanced at me with sadness and concern in her eyes but she closed them tightly, averting her head back to the ground. I looked at her expectantly, tilting my head my lips in a firm line. "I know.. I don't know what I was thinking.. I just thought that you wanted a family and I guess I'm wrong but it's okay.. I-I can I don't know find a way to work this out." She spoke quickly and unsure, her eyes getting glassy with unfallen tears. My eyebrows knitted together with confusion and reached my hand out cautiously and lifted her chin up, making her look at me. "What?" I asked confusion clear in my voice. The look on her face told me she was tired, and just plain out scared. "Owen did you not listen?" She asked exasperated, her eyes once again dropping to the ground. I shook my head at her, snapping my fingers. "Hey eyes on me." I said, her eyes immediately darting to mine. I always did this when she wasn't focused. "Owen.." She started, taking in a deep breath closing her eyes. "Im pregnant." She said slowly, opening one eye slightly to peek at me. I looked at her with my face written in shock, my eyes slightly boldged out my head. I cringed at myself when I remembered how mean I was being to her the first time she said it. Overall I was astatic. The thought of having a family with her made my body heat up with excitement. She studied my face, and I a smile stretched across my lips and I pulled her face into mine, crashing our lips together. I felt her lips twitch up slightly in the kiss, making me pull away to see her smile. "You're pregnant?" I asked to be positive that I wasn't putting words in her mouth. She smiled a small smile and nodded. "Yes Owen, I'm pregnant." She clarified to me, smiling when she seen me smile and let out a chuckle. "Oh my... I'm gonna be a dad.." Realization kicking in on how serious this is. "I'm a dad and.. and you're mom... We - we're going to be parents!" I shouted standing up and picking her up with me also. I immediately kissed her forehead and squeezed her into a hug. "I love you." I whispered, subconsciously placing my hand on her stomach and rubbing my thumb in circles. She rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes fluttered close. For a split second I pictured us with a child. We were a big happy family. It made me smile at the thought of seeing her wobble around with a big stomach, craving food and being cranky. It was cute to say the least. "What did you need to tell me?" Alyssa spoke up, making me fall back to reality. I wouldn't get to see her wobble around with a big stomach. I wouldn't get to feel the kicks of my child. I won't see her or my baby period. Not until four years. I furrowed my eyebrows in sadness at just how real this is. My throat got sore, and dry. My legs felt weak, my whole body felt tired at the moment. "Okay, listen. Remember when we were fighting?" I said gently, grabbing ahold of her hands.
