Character development. Yay!
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I woke up and automatically felt the urge to puke, I put on Charles' shirt and ran to the bathroom, I threw up and Charles walked to the door frame he leaned against it. Then the realization hit him, "Oh god." He muttered. I looked up and nodded then needed to throw up. Then I didn't need to anymore.
My father walked up to Charles, "Dining room. Now." He told Charles in a stern voice. Charles looked nervous and followed my father, my mother walked next to me, "Are you pregnant with Charles' baby?" She asked. "I think so." I replied.
Charles' point of view
"Did you mean to get her pregnant?" He asked. "No." I said, burying my face in my hands. "Will you take care of the baby?" He asked. "Yes, just please don't make me leave your daughter. I lost my mother and father two months ago and she's the only thing I love that's left in my world." I cried, I buried my face in my hands again and started to slowly sob.
"Son, I-... I just want to make sure you won't hurt her, as long as you love her and your child you can be with her." He told me. "I'm sorry. I was being dramatic sir." I told him, wiping my tears with the sleeve of my last shirt, y/n was wearing my other shirt. "No, I know how it feels to lose someone you love. And call me father, please." He told me, once George was comforting, once you get on his soft side.
I left the room and ran up to y/n, I hugged her and she hugged back. "I love you." I told her, clutching onto her so she wouldn't leave. "I love you too Charles." She smiled. "So have you thought about wedding dates yet?" Her mother asked. "Mom!" Y/n whined.
"Why don't we go think about that stuff now?" I asked. "Sure." She shrugged.
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"September can be nice, you'll be wearing a heavy dress so you won't want to do it in June." I told her. "Yeah, I'll be too warm. How about it starts at 3:00?" She asked. "Not too warm not to cold, nice." I complimented her, I kissed her forehead. She smiled.
"When am I going to meet your parents?" She asked. I felt my eyes go watery and sting a bit, I felt tears slowly stream down my face. 'God, I'm so weak! First, I get shot. Then I cry in front of y/n, she probably thinks I'm a pussy.' I thought. Tears streamed down faster, I felt y/n's arms wrapped around me. "I love you so dearly Charles, you could get shot, you can cry, you can become ugly and I'll love you with all my heart." She told me, sweetly.
I hugged her back. "I love you too, but um... my parents recently passed. They would've loved you and would have been so happy that I found you." I chuckled.
