Bruises ↛a.c.m

twenty two.

Word Count: 725

| A Q U I L A |

Michele walks out the door, Austin closing the door behind her and he turns to look at me, his back against the door as I sit on the couch.

"That went better than expected." He says, sighing, running a hand over his face and I mess with my fingernails. "What's wrong?" He asks, walking over to me.

"Nothing. It's just, now this means I have to tell my parents." I say, a lump forming in my throat.

Truth was, as much as Michele liked the idea of Austin and I having a baby, my family wouldn't be. As religion and old fashioned as they are, I knew that telling them meant hell.

I wasn't ready for the backlash of having a baby out of wedlock. I also wasn't ready for the negativity my family would produce, even if it was for the time being until the baby was born.

"Maybe we don't have to tell them just yet." Austin says into my hair as he kisses my head and wraps an arm around my shoulder, causing me to lean against him.

"What if they get mad, Austin? This isn't how I pictured telling my parents about my first born child. I mean, I'm only a few weeks in, we could change our minds." I say, defeated by my own thoughts.

"Change our minds?"

I don't look at him, I could hear the hurt in his voice. I felt the way he tensed up at the thought. I shouldn't have put it get way, I suppose. He was getting excited.

"You mean like terminate the pregnancy?" He asks, shifting beside me, his arm no longer around my shoulders and I sigh.

This could end badly, I thought.

"Austin, we're so young. Still in college, stilling figuring out life and all it's perks. Don't you think a baby could alter that? Are we even ready?" This time I looked at him. His eyes were closed and I watched the way his chest rose and fell.

He opened his eyes. "You can't. You can't just spin this on me when there's a room down that hall filled with tiny things for a tiny human." He looked at me, the hurt clear in his orbs. "So what, they would be mad. So what, they wouldn't accept it at first but this is a baby. Who doesn't like babies?"

I didn't know what to say. I sighed and I laid back, closing my eyes and I wanted to make a decision. A final one.

"We're not cut out for this. I can't do this." I whisper and he turns to me, adjusting his body so he's facing me and he grabs my hands in his, kissing my knuckles.

"Think about it. A tiny human, made up of our DNA combined, running around, squealing and laughing and blabbering about god knows what." He chuckles, almost as if he can hear the child laugh in his ears. "Just picture it, Aquila. That tiny human is in there, he's forming and he's happy and we'll be happy."

My heart flutters as he lays with me, hands in his and I hear him sigh. Sighing was a favorite thing to do now. I thought about it hard; if we did this, if we kept the baby, our lives would turn upside down.

I wanted the perfect family with the cute house and white picket fence, with a dog but that was a different Aquila. That Aquila gave up hopes and dreams to satisfy other hopes and dreams and she wasn't me.

I wasn't her.

"I'm sorry, Austin. I really am but I have so much cut out for myself and a baby isn't one of them right now. I know you want this, I do too but we're not ready. I'm not ready." I say and he sits up again, letting go of me and I could feel it coming.

I felt the tension. I felt the anger. Shit was about to hit the fan and I know this would end.

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hi, cuties! i know it's been a while. too long of a while but i decided to update. i had a spur of inspiration and i know it's short but i hope you enjoyed <3

also, the next chapter is ready. let me know if you want me to publish it.

i'll try to update more often. no promises though.