So, I couldn't get this out of my head. And here it is for your enjoyment. If it continues into a chaptered story, I think I might bounce between perspectives, ships, and time. Also, I'm sorry about the no spaces thing. So Dumb. I'll try and make it a little easier.
Obviously, I own nothing but the collection of words below.
The Beginning of The Rest of Our Lives
"Wash, we need to really talk about this," Carolina whispered, even though they were alone in the apartment. "This is a big thing."
But, she had lost him. He looked genuinely excited for the first time since she agreed to go on a date with him. He was rambling off ideas and plans, completely ignoring her crestfallen expression. It pulled on her heart strings as she started to pry herself out of his hold. "Seriously, Wash, shut up for five seconds and listen."
He fell silent and concerned as she buried her face in her hands.
"'Lina, what is it?"
She looked at him, suddenly hostile but hysterical, "Don't call me that! I told you not to!" There was a dissolving into tears as Wash reached out to gently tug her into his lap. She swatted his hands away and fought weakly, but ultimately buried her face into his chest. Here she stayed for what seemed a lifetime to him.
He crossed a line. One she never acted any saner about when he toed it. Nevermind that the entire company had called her that when they'd go drinking or hanging out in the mess hall or any of the other billion places the group went. All that mattered was that HE called her that. Her York. Her best friend. The love of her life. Everything that he was never going to live up to. Because York died instead of him.
It had been months since they started this weird relationship that they had. It had been nearly three years since their company was either killed in fire fights or land mines, not to mention the convoy bombing. Somehow, they made it out. The best of them and the fuck up. He wondered quietly to himself if he'd always live in the shadow of a dead man.
Then she told him something he hadn't expected: She was pregnant. It wasn't planned, but he couldn't help the feeling like maybe this was his chance to prove he was ready and there for her. He'd start putting back money for a house. He'd find a better job, or get promoted. He couldn't wait for the opportunity to be a father.
A whispered tone shook him from these visions of their white picket fenced future, "I don't think I'm ready for this. It's too much commitment."
And with that, his entire world shattered to a halt.
((Alright, boys and girls. Depending on how this goes, it may or may not be a chapter piece. I've got a few stories saved that could easily be a part of this. If you guys would like more, please feel free to comment and favorite and I'll get another chapter up accordingly.))