"Babe, are you sure you want to do this?"

Olivia rolled her eyes, "I totally just went through all that foreplay to not let you fuck me."

"Do you have to be so crass?"Harry laughed, "Alright, it's you're virginity, not mine."

Olivia glared at him, "Harry, if you're going to do it then just do it alread-"

She was soon cut off by her own moans as he entered himself fully inside her.

-

"Harry, I don't think I can do this!" Olivia cried, throwing the positive pregnancy test on the floor.

"Babe, it'll be alright." Harry soothed, rubbing her back as she cried into his chest.

"No, I can't- I can't be pregnant." She hiccupped, sobbing harder, "I'm only 16 and you're 17."

"It's okay, I'll be here with you all the way."

She shook her head, "I'm not ready, I'm too young."

"It's okay. We could tell our parents, I could get a job... we'll figure it out."

"Are you sure, H? You promise?"

He smiled, "I promise."

-

Olivia fell onto the floor.

Harry ran towards his 7 months pregnant girlfriend, worried.

"Are you okay?" He asked, helping her up.

"I- I think it's coming." She winced, "Harry, Harry, it's- it hurts."

"I- I'm going to-," he panicked, "it's coming right now?"

She panted, looking up at him frustrated, "I'm pretty fucking sure my water broke, yes right now."

"I'm calling an ambulance."

-

"Just breathe babe, just breathe."

"It's kind of hard to do so when I'm pushing a baby out of my vagina." She replied, breathing heavily.

Harry smiled, holding her hand, "It's going to be so worth it."

"You promise?" She asked desperately.

"I promise." He replied, before his girlfriend started screaming in pain.

-

"Harry, the doctor's say she isn't breathing correctly." Olivia ranted, "What if something happens to her?"

"It's going to be fine." He reassured, hugging her tightly.

She looked into his eyes, "Promise?"

"Promise."

-

"She's autistic on top of having asthma, I don't think I can handle this, H."

Harry ruffled her hair, "She's fine, we're fine."

"It's going to be fine, right?"

Harry smiled, "I promised, didn't I?"

-

Olivia set down their 6-month old baby, "What happened, H?"

"I- I know this isn't exactly ideal.." He went down on one knee, "But, would you, ever so kindly, do me the pleasure of marrying me?"

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