Hey guys, Ashes back! So this is actually going to be both Lovi and Antonios seperate stories I haven't quite decided how I nt to set it up yet, whether I want to do all Antonio, then all Lovino, or whether I want to alternate chapters. What do you guys think? Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I'll be writing a companion fic as well called Until Forever, which is about Gilbert and Francis, so look forward to that!

"Mi amor, what is wrong?" Lessandro cradled his girlfriend in his arms, stroking through the sobbing girls hair tenderly. It was rare for Isabel to cry, so naturally her sobbing form had him in a panic.

"I can not say! You'll hate me!" The raven haired girl hiccuped into him. Nimble fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, clutching on for all she was worth, breathing in his scent. Isabel wanted to savor it, to memorize every detail, because as soon as she told him, she'd never be able to experience it again. He would hate her for sure!

A loving smile touched the boys lips, as he tipped her chin up in his hands, eyes holding the same sincerity that rang through his voice. "Isabel, mi corazon, nothing you could ever do or say would make me hate you. Tell me what is wrong, I'll love you the same." They had been called foolish and naive. Of course they had. Neither had ever dated anyone else, and at only seventeen, they swore that they were in love. But they were well on their way to proving it, the two had been together since they were fifteen, and Isabels mama swore to Lessandros that the two would be high school sweethearts who grew old together.

"R-remember…. w-when we…?" Isabel trailed off, her eyes moving to her lap, staring in shame as she wrung her hands together. It had been only three months ago that the two had become intimate. They had talked about it beforehand, deciding they were both ready. It was a sin to have sex before marriage, but it wasn't possible to get pregnant the first time anyways right? Isabel was sure if they only tried it once, no one would ever know. It had been wonderful for both of them, and despite the awkwardness as they tried to figure it out, when their bodies finally met it was heaven like neither had known before. It hadn't lasted long, but neither was disappointed, sharing soft sweet kisses in the lamplight of Lessandros familys barn. And when they drifted to sleep in the hay, it was tangled in each others arms, both even more certain that their love was real.

"Of course I do, Isabel. It was the most incredible night of my life, why would I forget?" Lessandro questioned. His anxiousness grew, was she having regrets? Evens till, he kept his voice calm. It would do no good to panic now.

Hazel eyes flickered with fear as Isabel took a deep breath. It was best to just spit it out right? "I'm pregnant." She said bluntly. She expected him to be angry. To call her a whore, and kick her out, the same as the other girls at school who had gotten pregnant had been treated. What she hadn't expected were the arms that held her a little closer, and the soft laugh in her ear.

"Corazon… do you really mean it?" Lessandro grinned down at her, kissing her deeply as he wiped away her tears. "We're going to have a baby.. our own hijo, mi amor!" With that he swept her into the air, spinning her happily. Setting her on the couch, he kneeled in front of her, taking her hand. "Isabela Carriedo-Flores, will you marry me? I know we're young… our parents are going to be angry. but I'm willing to work hard to provide a life for you and our little one. I'll protect you both, I swear it."

He had kept his promise. Telling their parents had been the most terrifying thing for them both, but they had done it together. Isabels parents had taken it far worse than Lessandros. "You're what!?" Her father had screamed. "Puta! No daughter of mine is a teenage whore!" Her mother had just watched, chocolate eyes looking away every now and then as though it absolved her of responsibility. Lessandro had jumped quickly to her defense, saying she was no whore, and that he was going to marry her. He wouldn't be frightened off, emerald eyes firm as he stared down the older man. "You want the little whore?" The older man had snarled. "Fine! Take her! Isabel, don't you dare come crawling back to us! You are no daughter to me!"

And it had been Lessandro who had held her tight in his arms that night, curled up together in his small bed, a comforter guarding them from the outside world. His parents had simply told him he was responsible for himself and his family now. He would have to get a job, they said, they wouldn't baby him anymore. But they still loved him, and graciously welcomed Isabel into their family. He had gotten a job on a nearby farm the next day, working to help the old farmer.

The pregnancy had been a hard one. As she grew bigger, the raven haired girl had to face all sorts of ridicule at school, and in public. She heard the whispers behind her back, and it hurt. The physical strain was great as well, the girl had a small build and her body wasn't adjusting well to pregnancy. Isabel was happy though, no one could take that from her. The two were married, renting a small cottage. It wasn't much, but it was home, and while Lessandro worked, she worked on making it something to be proud of.

It had been chilly the night their son was born, Isabel curled under a blanket in front of the fire as Lessandro made her dinner. The pain that tore through her was sudden, and strong, eliciting a worried cry from the teen. It couldn't be time, it was too soon! She wasn't due for another three weeks! "Lessandro! I… I think the baby is coming!" She wailed, another sharp pain tearing through her abdomen. Lessandro wasted no time getting her into the car, heading for the hospital.

Six hours later, a very exhausted Isabel lay in the hospital bed, a tiny baby boy cradled in her arms.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news…" The doctor began, cold fear welling in Lessandros chest. "Your son… he is blind. He will never see, the optic nerves have not fully developed." He explained, saddened for the young couple. Lessandros fingers stabbed through dark curls, tears welling in his eyes as he looked to his beloved wife, surprised to see the serene smile on her lips.

"I guess he'll just be a very special boy then, won't he?" She replied, brushing her fingers over the childs cheeks in awe. "He's gorgeous... Lessandro, what should be name him?" She questioned, tiredly wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Antonio." He murmured, taking his loves free hand in his own and giving a gentle squeeze.

"Antonio…" She smiled. "I like it. Hola, little Antonio. I'm your mama, and this is your papa. And you are our very special little boy, who we love very much."