It's always you- Adam driver

Ten

I like 3rd person pov better xx

Adam takes Elizabeth to there new place but made sure to blindfold her. He was guiding her slowly to where they would start over together. "Which floor is out apartment on? At least give me that".

"Almost there", he says. "3. 2. 1. Take off your blindfold", he stood to the side of her wanting to see her face.

She smiles and takes off her blindfold and her face drops until she laughs and smiles again. "A house", is all she could say. "A house!", she jumps on him and he grabs her in his arms.

"It's private and it's safe", he says. "Away from the city". Elizabeth kisses Adam and pulls back not being able to wipe the smile that was plastered on her face. "Did you see the walls?", he asks and she jumps down examining her new home .

"Ivy and flowers covering the wall. You remembered". Her heart beats heavily. "Can we go in?".

"Yes we can go in", he says laughing. "It's ours".

She runs toward the brown door and inside the house. She stops for a moment to take it in. The two cases of stairs, the living room that lead to a dining room and on her right a kitchen with an island the same size as a bed.

Everything colourful and screaming with life. "How am I ever supposed to Thank you?".

"You don't", he says. "Look upstairs", he says and follows behind her.

She opens one of the white doors which had to be a spare room.

Baby.

She shut it quickly with a distressed face. "Do you not like it?", he asks. "We can change the colour".

"I love it, I just thought of something", she sighs. "Show me the bathroom driver".

He opens the bathroom door and her mouth gapes open. "That bath is huge".

"To fit us both", he says and she wraps her arms around him. "You like the vanity? That's yours".

"I love it. I love everything about, I love the house, I love you Adam", she says and he just smiles.

"I was waiting for that", he kisses her and lifts her up. "Now let me show you the bedroom".

He carries her in and throws her on the double bed. She has a quick look around at the flat screen tv and large window before he starts unzipping his pants and she takes off her shirt pulling him into the bed.

Baby.

She stops pulling away. "What's up?".

"I think I'm gonna he sick", she says jumping up and running into the bathroom.

"Eliza?", he follows after her and watches as she grips the toilet bowl sides and shoved her head inside throwing up whatever was in her stomach. "Are you okay? What did you eat?".

"Nothing", she sits back looking at him and wiping her mouth. "I'm pregnant". Like a band aid. She watches his go from confused to relaxed to happy. "You're okay with this?".

"Why wouldn't I be?", he asks smiling. "We have a house, we're in love, we have everything we would ever need".

"Wait, before you get too excited", she stands up slowly. "That fire affected it really bad. The doctors gave me something that would help the baby grow but there's still risk of miscarriage".

"How high?".

"Around 40%", she says looking at his expression change again. "I have a check up tomorrow to see if my body is still doing what it should be doing and I think an ultrasound".

"I'm coming".

"I know you are", she says hugging him.

"If you weren't in that fire this would never have happened", he sighs.

"We can't have everything".

They hold eachother for a while both thinking if the same thing in different outcomes.
Elizabeth thought how her body would deal with such a devastating thing. Losing a child isn't something people want. While Adam was thinking of how to redo the spare bedroom into a child's room.

"We Have our whole lives yet", he says. "I don't want to be held back by our past".

"My past", I say embarrassed.

"Our", he looks into my eyes.

"I'm hungry", I say and he takes my hand to the kitchen. "Can't believe I get to watch you make me meals", I joke.

"You know I started cooking when my mom got sick. I was 13 and my dad worked nights no he couldn't cook and my brother was 6, so I got out a book and started cooking, I made her meals everyday, all the way up until the day she died", I stand up and wrap my arms around the back of him. "She would of liked you".

"I still have to meet your dad and brother yet", I say.

"And you will once me and you are comfortable and settled together I don't want to pressure you into anything", he holds my hands and spins around. "I can't keep my hands off you anymore", he grabs me. "I'm never letting you out of my sight and I'm never leaving you again", he sits on the sofa with me. "I just wanna stay here forever while you watch your favourite movies and I watch your face light up at them, eat pizza and sleep".

"If only life was that easy, but unfortunately that doesn't pay bills. I mean I have to pull my act together soon I can't just rely on you all the time. I mean I have art but I don't think I can do anything else", I sigh.

"That's a lie", he stops me. "You can act".

"Act?".

"Yes well you act like a bitch most of the time", he says laughing and I hit him. "I'm kidding", he laughs. "You don't have to do anything, I can get you an art room where you paint all day and you sell your amazing paintings".

"That sounds nice, and you can bring me dinner and we can eat together".

"Does that mean hurry up I'm starving?", he says and goes back to the pan.

"Yes it does", I sit down and watch him cook until he looks up.

"Harry", he says.

"What?".

"If its a boy. Harry. If it's a girl-".

"Daisy. My grandmother was called daisy and I told her I would call my child after her", I say and he smiles.

"Daisy".