Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

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.Layla.

I was overwhelmed that day in the exam room of the clinic. Overwhelmed with emotion, and love, and gratitude. I looked between Carl and the baby he and I had made, and I officially understood why he was so in love with this scenario. I realized how fucking lucky I was that I had someone by my side who not only loved me enough to stick by me through this, but who was relentlessly loving and supportive and affectionate of me and of our unborn baby.

I also felt guilty for not understanding this sooner. Although I had made every effort to keep the baby healthy thus far, I had struggled with whether or not I should keep it. That had been hard on Carl; I had been hard on him. He had been so amazing for me this whole time. I needed to be better for him. I needed to be much better.

I got into the driver's seat and he climbed in next to me. I started the car, but I made no move to drive yet. I stared ahead at nothing in particular. My emotions were about to bubble over.

"Are you okay?" Carl asked me.

I nodded, but began to break down into tears.

I felt his arms around me. "Hey, hey," he soothed. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Me," I cried. "I'm what's wrong." I tried to wipe at my tears, but they just kept coming.

"You?" he asked, clearly confused. He pulled back so he could look at me.

"I've been scared, Carl," I sniffed. "I've been terrified and unsure what I want, and I've been unfair to you."

"Layla, of course you've been scared," he smiled, holding my hand. "I have too."

I shook my head. "You've been amazing. You've been the kind of guy every girl wishes she had by her side through this," I confessed through tears. "I've been selfish. I haven't been fair to you."

"Layla, don't say that," he frowned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You've had every right to feel the way you have. It's you who's carrying this baby, not me. I have the easy job here."

"I didn't know if I wanted to keep her- or him- and I put you through hell," I sobbed.

He hugged me again. "No, you didn't."

I sniffed as he pulled away suddenly.

"I'm sorry; are you speaking in the past tense?" Carl asked, a skeptical look on his face. "As in you used to be unsure, but now..."

"Now I'm sure," I finished.

His eyes and his grin got huge.

"We're going to have this baby, Carl," I told him as he threw his arms around me again.

.....

.Carl.

Holy shit. I was really going to be a dad!

When she'd calmed down enough, she began to drive. I'd offered to do it, but she told me we were going somewhere.

She made a left instead of a right at the next light, and we began to head north.

"Where are we going right now?" I asked, still beaming with excitement.

"We're going to tell my parents," she replied, looking slightly manic as she kept her gaze fixed ahead.

My jaw dropped as my excitement turned to fear. "Uh, no we fucking aren't," I half-laughed.

"We have to while I still have the nerve," she argued.