One Last Kiss {Book Three}

Chapter 11

***I've started writing a Brallon story, it's on my profile and its called "Imperfect Impostors" if you guys would want to read it***

I couldn't believe the news. Brendon and I were still going to have a child. My terrible day turned into one of the best. It was kind of like a miracle, though I was never one to believe in such things. And it feels like all of this stress from the past three and a half months was suddenly lifted off of my shoulders.

But at the same time, it pained my heart to think about. I ruined the chance of have two wonderful little beings around. I ruined the possibility of my child growing up with a sibling. A shoulder to cry on. Someone to trust as they grow up. What do I tell them when they get older? That I killed their brother or sister from stressing our too much?

"I'll give you guys a moment to speak." The doctor cuts through the silence. "You two are free to go whenever you're ready to." She smiles, showing her perfect white teeth. The doctor, whom I didn't get her name, picked up her clipboard from next to the hospital bed and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door was shut, I tightly wrapped my arms around Brendon's torso and burry my face in his chest. I hadn't been able to do this in what seems like forever. And it was honestly one of the best feelings. I missed being able to hug him tight. Though he smelt of sweat from his show earlier this evening, I didn't care as long as I was with him at this very moment.

"I'm so so sorry." My voice slightly cracked as I felt a lump form in my throat. It was the first time I had spoken since I got here.

"Hannah," Brendon held me in his arms, slightly stroking my hair. "There nothing for you to be sorry about."

"I didn't tell you as soon as I should have." I replied to him. "If I did... maybe we would still have both." It was finally hitting me that I lost half of what was going on inside me. I dont think I could ever forgive myself for this.

"Please don't blame yourself. I dont blame you for anything." His voice was calm and soothing. "Maybe it works out for the best this way. We'll just have to play it out. We still have this one to look forward too, that's a sign to be grateful. And promise me there will be no more secrets?" I nodded my head, unable to speak without crying.

For the next few minutes, we just stayed in each others arms no longer speaking. Though I felt terrible. About all of this. I just wish I knew what was actually going on in Brendon's head. On the outside he was calm and forgiving, but on the inside he may be upset and hateful towards me. And I don't know if I could handle that.

"Come on." Brendon nudged me. "I'm sure everyone would like to know what happened." I just nodded in response, unable to say anything without bursting into tears again.

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After I composed myself enough to be able to walk, Brendon, Kat, and I left the hospital as soon as we could. The whole drive back to the venue was quite. Neither of us really having the energy to speak. Me from stress, and him from his earlier show. And Kat sat in the backseat on her phone the entirety of the ride. Brendon offered to drive and Kat just kinda gave him the keys without so much as a look. Which she usually never does. Kat always hated it when other people drove her car.