Sex, Drugs and Emo Rock

I Can't, I'm Sorry

Max's POV:

"Hey, how are you?" Thrasher asked, excitedly.

"I'm good." I smile out. I'm currently four months along and really starting to show.

"Good, how's the baby?" I have to tell him.

"It just started to kick today." Thrasher smiled widely, lightly placing his hand on my stomach. I need to tell him. "Hey, Kev, can I ask you something?" He looked up, giving me a look of 'what's up?' "How would you..." I can't tell him. "What do you want more? Girl or boy?"

"Does it matter?" He answers, looking back down to my stomach. "As long as jellybean is healthy, I don't care what the sex is." Thrasher continued to smile as he gently stroked my pregnant bump. I know I'll have to tell him, but I can't.

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Ronnie's POV:

"Hey, did you tell them?" I asked as Max walked into the room. He said nothing, just gave me a look of 'I'm sorry.' "You couldn't, could you?"

"Ronnie, you should have seen those texts. The way Kevin's face lit up when I said they could raise it. I just couldn't. I didn't want to break their hearts." Max was clearly close to tears. I hurried over to him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"It's okay, Maxie Pie." I said, softly, Max's tears falling onto my shirt. "Did you want to give it up?" I can't believe I'm saying this.

"Yes." He replied, just above a whisper. I gently pet him on the head, softly running my fingers through the mess of long, black hair.

"Okay. Just make sure you're doing what's best for you and the baby."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." I say, softly. I look up to the ceiling as Willow crosses my mind. The thought of not being able to be there for her breaks my heart. I think of Max and our baby, I want him to keep it, but, at the same time... I want Max to feel comfortable with his decision. I just hope he's doing the right thing.