Anastasia [l.h.]

Prolouge

"But what if you---you know. You were throwing up this morning. Are you sure it isn't someone else?" his blue eyes filled with regret as he confronts a mistake we made months ago. 

Biting my lip, I eyed the intricate dinner in front of us, people all around us pretending the world was perfect, "I don't expect anything from you. Your dating Felicity. But I promise you this baby is yours. I'll do a paternity test." My tone was grave, and I felt like sobbing. 

"You aren't going to---get an abortion?" he asked, like it was an option. 

Narrowing my eyes, I realized he wasn't ever on the same page as me, just a liar. 

"No. You can deal with the regret of not knowing a child on the Earth that's yours," I almost whispered, holding back the tears. 

He looked conflicted, chewing on his lip and looking at the door and me, back and forth. 

"We'll always have Bali?" He winced. 

His words stung like Novocaine shots, suddenly numbing me. 

"No. I'll always have a child. You'll have nothing." 

Cursing to himself softly he realized how horrible what he'd said just sounded. 

"What are you gonna name it?" 

The word 'it' chilled me. He certainly wasn't ready for a baby. 

"Anastasia. It means resurrection in Greek--she'll be named after the resurrection of her parent's mistakes."

"How are you sure it's a girl?" 

"It's been a while since you last saw me, Luke." I strongly advised. 

I had to be strong for my baby--my girl. 

"It's a girl?" he questioned, hysteria lacing his words. 

I nodded," Big enough to be seen on a ultrasound. She kicks sometimes." 

He looked at me like an alien being, like some fragile, freakish creature. 

Leaning closer across the table, he looked like he was either going to throw up or ask me something. 

"Can I touch it?" 

The question itself alarmed me. 

"...Can I touch her?" he rephrased. 

I was happy we were in a secluded area of the beach resort's five star eatery, nodding I watched him scoot his chair over to me. 

His eyes watched my stomach cautiously, like at any moment some monster might bust out and try to kill him. 

"It won't hurt, c'mere." I whispered, my maternal instinct coming out full throttle as I grabbed his hand gingerly and put it against my slightly bulging stomach. 

He sat there for a while, tense, until he gasped. 

"She---she kicked." he choked out. 

I nodded, as I felt her once again kick. 

"Yeah, she's a fighter." I smiled, putting my hand on my stomach as well. 

Our hands touched each other and both of us froze. It was the first contact we'd had since we'd had sex--that big, big mistake. 

Looking up at him, I saw his eyes soulfully searching my own for any sign of emotion---but there was none. Realizing that, I swore I saw tears as it dawned on him what he had done.

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After what's felt like a year or two of hiatus I've decided to try a new fanfiction gauntlet I'm unfamiliar with. I've decided to start in the craze of a 5SOS fanfiction. Let me know if I should continue...? Kinda nervous to get back---so I basically made four other chapters already of this series---lemme know guys!