Forever Broken (Pierce The Veil Fan-Fiction)

Pregnant

~Stephanie's POV~

I woke up in the morning in an unfamiliar place. I looked around, Oh Yeah! I was in Tony's hotel room.  Suddenly, everything that happened last night started to come back to me. I told Tony that I loved him, He said it back, And we had sex. I started to get up and Tony opened his eyes. "Where are you going, beautiful?" he asked.

"To go get something to eat," I said back to him. I was really sore from last night, but whatever. I got up and was half way to the kitchen and held my stomach. I could feel Tony looking at me with eyes full of concern. I felt it coming. I ran into the bathroom sad threw up. Tony must have heard me because he ran into the bathroom and held my hair back.

After I was about done, I stood up and flushed the toilet. Tony got up and looked me in the eyes. "I'm so sorry," he said. Why was he apologizing?

"Why are you apologizing, Tony?" I managed to choke out.

"Because if it wasn't for me doing what I did last night, then you wouldn't be throwing up," he said. I didn't care to ask him what he meant. I just hated when Tony blamed himself for something that is natural. People get sick all the time.

We walked out of the bathroom, with me still holding my stomach as Tony looked at me and said, "Okay something is up, what's wrong?"

"I'm just really sore. Like you know because of the thing we did," I said to him and I giggled.

~Four weeks later~

I walked to Tony and asked what day it was. He told me that it was November 25. I grabbed a fat red sharpie and ran to the calendar hanging by the door I wrote 'Stephanie's Birthday' on the 25 and circled it. I took the calendar down and showed it to Tony. He smiled and whispered Happy Birthday in my ear and spun me around. I looked at the calendar again. Oh shit! A tear ran down my face and I dropped the calendar. Tony ran over to me and asked, "Baby, What's wrong?"

"I missed my period," I responded with a faint whisper. I cried harder and Tony turned me to face him. He hugged me and I cried into his chest. He carried me to the couch. He sat down with me on his lap. I just hid my face into his shirt. I was making a huge wet spot on his chest from my tears.

"How late are you?" he asked me. I turned to him as he stroke my hair.

"Three and a half weeks," I said to him. I buried my face into his shirt again.

"Um is it mine?" he asked me. I looked up at him and nodded. "Oh, but I will be at your side through this whole thing babe." I nodded and cried into his chest.