A/N: You will need to read my other fic, 'Trapped', before this one, as this is a sequel to this and follows directly on from that one. To find this just change out the last part of the URL with this: /s/11998868/1/Trapped.

Liberty: "The quality or state of being free"

"Wh- what" Iain stuttered eventually,

"I'm pregnant" Rita repeated,

"You- You're pregnant?" Iain asked,

"Yes," Rita confirmed slightly agitated. once again there was silence. " Iain, say something. Please." Rita begged. she stood up and put on a hoodie that previously lay discarded on the back of the sofa. With shaking hands, she wrapped it tightly around herself.

"I-I don't know what to say" he confessed " it's a bit of a shock, to be honest"

"Tell me about it," Rita agreed, her agitation growing. Almost suddenly she spoke again, "It's definitely yours" she blurted.

Iain looked up, a confused expression was plastered on his face. he stood up to join Rita and went to reach his hands to grip her shoulders reassuringly, however, he soon retracted them when he saw her flinch and back away from him in fear. He swore he heard a faint whisper, "No, please don't".

In that moment Rita's reaction shocked him more than her announcement. Once again, however, this time much slower than before, he reached his hands back towards Rita's shoulders. "Hey!" He said gently, "I'm not going to hurt you Reets, you know I'd never do that." He told her, the pain of her thinking that he would harm her evident in his tone. He eventually felt Rita relax into his gentle grasp.

"I know" She nodded " I'm sorry"

"You've got nothing to be sorry for, babe, do you understand? Nothing"

"Nothing?" Rita questioned,

"Nothing" Iain reiterated as he planted a kiss on Rita's lips, "I'm going to be a Dad!" he exclaimed before literally sweeping Rita off her feet and spinning her round.

"Iain put me down, you goon" Rita laughed to which Iain shook his head. " I swear to God, if you don't put me down"

"You'll what?" he teased.

"Just put me down, you git!"

" Okay, Okay" He retracted and placed her back on the ground gently.

"So you're happy then?" Rita broke the silence that had formed.

"I can't believe it, how many?" He was cut off.

" 8, 8 weeks" She interrupted.

"How long have you known?" He asked.

"A week" Rita confessed "I just didn't know how you'd react and I couldn't find the right time and we never really said if we were actually together and" She rushed to explain.
"Hey, don't worry about it" Iain calmed her,

"But I should have told you sooner" She objected,

"It's fine"

"But"

"Don't worry Reets" he told her before sitting down on the sofa, he held out his hand to her. "Come here". Rita took his hand and sat down on his lap, her back was leaning against the arm of the sofa, her feet were buried in the cushions opposite them. " I love you so much!" he told her as he played with her hand, "both of you."

"I love you too" She replied, a tear crept down her cheek, but was interrupted by the pad of Iain's thump as he used it to wipe it away.

Sensing there was more to Rita's upset state, Iain gentle inquired, "Talk to me". Rita took a deep breath and rested her head on his shoulder. He raised his hand to meet her head, soothingly, he ran his fingers through her blonde hair, "Tell me what's going on up there". He waited patiently for her to open up.

"I'm just glad you're happy and not mad at me"

"Why would I be mad?" He asked, though part of him already knew the answer.

Rita took a shaky breath, her voice wavered as she explained, "This. This isn't my first pregnancy. I was pregnant before, when I was with Mark. He wasn't happy with it, he didn't want to have kids, and he made sure that he didn't"

"He made you get an abortion?" Iain half exclaimed, half guessed.

"Something like that" Rita said sadly, not wanting to go into any more detail.

Iain took a sharp breath. "I swear to God, that man, or rather pathetic excuse for a man, shouldn't even be able to walk the face of the Earth let alone breathe!" He said, his tone fully explaining that he wouldn't be held responsible for his actions the next time he saw Mark. He looked over at his girlfriend, and he swore that he saw a smile jump across Rita's mouth. "It's your choice you know, if you want to have it," Iain told her. " whatever you decide, I'm with you 100%, ok"

"I'm keeping it" She informed him

"Good, I'm glad" Iain commented as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and held her close. "We're going to be a family" Rita mumbled her agreement, enjoying the embrace. "You, me, the baby"

"Henry?" Rita added with a questioned tone, not forgetting the little boy whom they had just spent the, albeit, terrifying day with.

"Yeah?" Iain questioned in return

"Yeah, if we can, sure, why not"

And with that, the silence returned.

A/N (2): So, here is the promised Sequel to Trapped. Did it meet expectations? Is it any good? Let me know by leaving a review. Also, let me know what type of stuff you would like me to do with this story, or rather, the characters, I have only part written it, so it has potential to go anywhere at the moment!

Updates for this fic will be posted on Monday's, (except when I am away at the end of August) and I hope to keep it that way when I return to college in September, however, this could change, so no promises there.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

Love, Nat X