Eli's POV
I looked around at the shattered glass all over my floor and leaned down to shove it all into the dustpan. I felt my hands get cut and looked down in time to see blood bloom on my hands. I swore under my breath, knocking another bottle of vodka out of my way to wash my hand off in the sink. The pounding headache was killing me, and the nausea would be coming soon. Being hung-over sucked. My phone went off again with Clare's ringtone and I hit the Off button for my phone. Clare was the last person I wanted to talk to right now. How could she do this to me? Red flashed in front of my eyes and I knew I had to get a grip. I loved Clare, more than anything, but how could I be with her now? Her and her boy toy were probably already together, discussing future names. I rolled my eyes. Clare wanted him, that's fine by me. I shoved all of the glass into a bag and went downstairs to get the vacuum whenever my doorbell rang. I opened it, not remembering that me and Clare were fighting. And there she was, my blue-eyed beauty, her hands dropping over her pregnant stomach.
It was pouring down rain outside, mirroring my mood. "You have no right to be here, Clare." I said coldly. I watched her eyes filled with tears and it felt like my heart had been stabbed. Clare hurt me to much, how could she do this to me? "E-Eli, please." She begged. Her porcelain skin was soaked, and she wrapped her arms tighter around herself. "Eli you don't understand, I love you!" she said, sobbing. Anger flared inside me. "Don't lie to me, Clare! If you loved me you wouldn't…wouldn't be pregnant!" I hissed. The reality of this still hit me hard. She was pregnant. I flung the door open and turned back towards the kitchen so that Clare could come in. Clare waddled in, trying to manage her five month pregnant stomach. I ran upstairs and got her a towel. When I came down, she was pacing. I tried to avoid looking at her belly, just at the Clare I loved, but I couldn't help it. Her blue blouse was roughly shoved outwards, and I couldn't help but flinch. It should be me, I thought as I dried Clare off. Clare collapsed onto the couch and started to sob into her hands. As if she was a mind reader, Clare said the words I wanted to hear. "It should be you, Eli. I love you." Clare said, shivering. I sighed gently. I didn't love this baby, but I loved Clare. I loved Clare more than anything in this world. I sat down on the couch next to her and wrapped my arms around her.
"Why?" I said, forcing the word out before tears sealed off my throat. I shivered against Clare. "Why would you do this?" My arms tightened around her. "I was drunk! KC got me drunk, and…and I don't remember anything!" Clare said, sobbing. My heart shattered. I should have been there with her, making sure she didn't drink. But I had to go with Cece and Bullfrog to a radio convention. Clare went to a party with Alli, and when Alli and Drew were in the bedroom, KC got Clare drunk. A month later, she was pregnant. I wanted to scream. This should be my baby, I should have Clare's virginity. Clare wrapped her arms around me and I said the words I needed to say. "I love you, Clare. I'll help you with the baby. I love you." I rocked her back and forth, soothing her. I did love Clare. I loved Clare enough to help her raise a child that wasn't even mine. Clare sobbed into my shoulder, thanking me over and over. She kissed my face gently and I laughed. I loved her, and really, what else mattered?
"C'mon, Clare. We need to get you and the baby warmed up and into different clothes." I said, pulling her up to me. "Eli, thank you." She gasped, laughing suddenly. "You aren't even the baby's father and in five minutes you've done more for the baby then KC has in five months." KC hadn't even stepped up to the plate an admitted that he got Clare pregnant. Of course, this was KC, so not a big surprise. "Doesn't he already have a kid?" I asked her. Yeah, with Jenna Middleton, at least I thought so. He hadn't stepped up there either. Their son, Lucas, had been born last month. Clare nodded as I helped her up the steps.
*Three hours later*
Clare had eaten through my refrigerator, and was now comfortably lying in my bed, in my clothes. I moved her hair back gently. Me and Clare had already discussed how this was going to work. Her and I would raise the baby, with me taking over as the baby's father. KC would probably be more than happy to give up his child to me, and I would take care of finances. I already had a job after school, and I would get another one. Clare was working two jobs right now. She would have t take off or even quit whenever the baby was born. I had already been online, looking for an apartment. I had called Cece and Bullfrog, who had agreed to pay for the apartment. Clare's parents had already bought the things the baby would need, and agreed to support us to. Randal even thanked me.
Clare was smiling gently up at me and I leaned down to kiss her. "I love you Clare. And even though it's going to take some time, I love the baby, too." And I did love the baby. Clare had shown me the sonogram pictures. The baby, whose sex was still undetermined, was beautiful. I had felt the baby kicking, and I already loved it. This baby wasn't mine, but I would love to raise it. Besides, it was a huge part of Clare. I loved Clare, so I could just as easily love this baby. And, really, this baby was mine, in every way that mattered. I sighed gently, kissing Clare again. "I love you, Eli." She told me. I smiled gently. "I love you, too." I placed my hand over Clare's stomach. "And the baby."
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