You'll Play The Romeo, Ill Play The Juilet. (Of Mice & Men)

Positive Hardcore Thursday

"You're pregnant?" Austin asks me with a smile stretching across his face, "why are you crying?"

"I didn't think that you would want to have a kid. I feel like its so early for us, and that with you going to the recording studio, and not being home for a while that I'd be alone most of the time, and that I'm going to be alone."

"Babe, you're strong. and even though I am going to be awake for a couple weeks doesn't mean you're going to be alone. We can have Storme stay over while I'm gone to make sure that you will be doing alright, and he can keep you company. I do want to have kids with you. I wasn't expecting it to be this early, but we can make it work. I promise you," He says picking me up, and taking me over to the couch, "we're in this together. When you need me home, i'll be home."

I nod my head, and rest my head on his chest.

"How far along are you?" Austin asks

"six weeks."

"when is your next appointment?"

"Four weeks from now, why?"

"I want to be there for not just you, but for our little one." He says placing a hand on my stomach, and kissing my cheek.

I giggle as my cheeks blush red. I hear the door slam open, and I see a fiery red ginger run through the door.

"Oh shit, am I interrupting something?" Alan says backing up slightly.

"No," I say as Austin says standing up and tackling Alan.

"Get the hell of me Austie, your killin me bruh." Alan says pretending he can't breathe.

Austin rolls off Alan, and Alan hits Austin.

"So what's up ginger?" I ask Alan as I stand up really quickly.

"Damn it," I say grabbing my head, "I hate dizziness."

"I just wanted to hang out with you guys. I figured it been a while, so why not come drop by, and see what's popping," Alan says making his way to the refrigerator, grabbing three beers.

He hands one two Austin, and tried to hand one to me, but I decline his offer.

"Drink it!" Alan says shoving it at me.

"No I think I'm good thank you."

"Please drink wiff me?"

I look at Austin for support, and he sighs, "dude she doesn't wanna drink it, let her be."

"You ruin all the fun," he says squinting his eyes at me.

I hit his shoulder lightly, and like usual, he acts like it actually hurt him.

** 5 Hours Later **

I lay in the warm bed next to Austin, the covers pulled up to our chins.

"You do want the baby, right?" I ask Austin for what seems like the tenth time.

"Yes of course I do. It's ours. Our little creation," he says wrapping his arms around me, "and I'll do my best to support the three of us."

"What are we gonna do about the house? Are we still going to move into an apartment? Are we going to stay here? Or just move to another house?"

"Babe, don't worry about it. We should be celebrating, not worrying about if we are gonna move or not. We have another eight months yet."

"Okay," I say curling up into him.

"I love you, baby,"

"I love you too."

"Goodnight Linds,"

"Goodnight Austie."