Somewhat the Beginning (A Falling Skies Fanfiction)

Advice

I know it's been a long wait! But finally my inspiration for this story has returned and I'm back! :D

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*A month later*

Lourdes and the other doctors took over for Anne and I so we could take maternity leave. We were both in our third trimesters and were advised to stay off our feet until the babies were born.

Ben and I decided that we would hold our marriage ceremony after the baby is born; nothing too big though, we want only family and close friends. I laid in bed reading an old cosmo magazine for the 20th time, not being able to do anything was boring!

Ben came in with two trays in his hand, and handed me the one with so much food I should of cringed, but the baby welcomed the large meal. My stomach was huge and I hungrily ate it and noticed Ben had barely touched his food.

"You ok?" I asked, trying not to sound too concerned.

"Yea." He huffed.

"Ben, if something is wrong you can tell me."

"No. It's nothing." he got up and put my empty plate on the tray then left the room.

*Ben's POV*

I walked through the halls and put the tray in the dirty dishes pile. I don't know why, but I've been really depressed lately. It started a few days after Ashley told me the dark side of her past. How could she lecture me about trust and honesty when she kept so many secrets from me?

"Hey Ben!" I turned around to see Deni walk up to me with a smile.

"Hey Deni." I faked a small smile.

"Where you heading?"

"Just outside. Wanna join me?" I gestured to the exit.

"Sure! You ok? You sound a little down in the dumps." we walked together down the exit corridor.

"Um, no I'm not really ok. There's just a lot of stuff going on right now."

"Oh. How is Ashley and the baby?" she smiled, her and Ashley got along great.

"They're fine, well from what the doctor can tell. We still don't know how the spikes would affect the baby, and the doctor is worried she might have to have a C-section." my words caught in my throat. Do I trust the doctor? Sure. Do I think he will do everything to make sure Ashley and the baby make it out ok? Of course. But am I sure that the C-section will go swimmingly and our baby will be 100% healthy? No.

"Well, I guess all you can do is wait." I wish Deni's words of encouragement helped, but they don't. I've heard it hundreds of time during Ashley's pregnancy, and now it seems to mean nothing.

"Is that all that's bothering you?" she nudged me after my short zone-out.

"Well, there is more." should I tell her? I know she won't judge Ashley, but I'm still hesitant. I'm afraid to tell Ashley what I've been feeling, but I need to tell someone. "Ashley told me some pretty bad things about her past, and I feel betrayed that she would tell Matt before she told me. And the only reason she told Matt was to teach him a life-lesson. I'm her fiancé! She should of told me everything about her past. I did it for her; although my past doesn't even compare to hers." It felt good to let that out.

"Wow. Well have you told her about it?"

"No. I've already forgiven her, so I can't go back and open the wound again. Plus, I think she just wants to forget about it."

"She can't just forget about it, eventually your past will come back to haunt you." She looked at the market, "I gotta go pick up some food, see you later!" she went the opposite direction and I was left to think about her insightful words.

I walked outside for a few minutes to clear my head, but quickly got bored with it and headed back inside.

"Ben." my father strode up beside me, "I know I haven't been around lately because I've been so busy, but I think we should talk." He opened the door to his room and gestured me inside.

"We need to have a talk, man to man." He sat on his bed and I sat on the chair across from him.

"We're not going to have the sex talk are we, because I think you're a few months too late on that one." I chuckled.

My father laughed, "No not that. I guess I should have told you about that sooner though, you could've avoided getting Ashley pregnant; but since that boat has sailed, all I can do now is give you advice on how to be a first time father."

I'm surprised, Dad and I rarely had any heart-to-hearts like this; he was usually too busy with work and the job of advice giver fell on Hal.

He continued, "When your mother told me that she was pregnant, I'll be honest, I was terrified. We had only been married for a year at that time and I never expected to have a kid so soon. At first, I didn't think I could do it - I was an only child so I never learned how to be parental to children. I was so afraid that I would do something wrong with the three of you, but luckily your mother's instincts made up for my lacking. I admit I did make some mistakes with Hal, but now that I have this experience I want you to know that if you have any trouble with the baby, you can come to me."

I gave him a smile, "Thanks, Dad. This whole thing has been a lot to take in. I wasn't prepared to be a father at 18, but I made my choices, and this is where it got me." I huffed and leaned back in the chair.

"Don't think of your baby like a burden, think of him or her as a miracle. The fact that she was able to have this baby at all in her condition is a blessing."

He was right about that, even though I know the baby might complicate things, I know it'll be worth it. We heard an urgent knocking at the door and I looked at it to see Matt's figure on the other side through the blurry glass.

"Come in Matt." Dad called.

"Matt rushed in, "How did you know it was me?" he was breathing hard like he had been running.

"It's glass." I laughed pointing to the door.

"What's wrong?" Dad stood up and walked to Matt.

"It's Ashley." he breathed and I quickly stood up.

"What happened to Ashley?" I panicked.

"She's having the baby!" he said after he caught his breath and ran out of the room with us close behind him.