Author's Note: I have no regrets... Okay maybe some. If you have a better ship name, put it in the comments. Also sorry for using 'I' so much, I just don't know what else to use. :P
It feels so right, but we both knew it was so wrong. How were we supposed to tell Clare? How would she react? Oh hell, we both know she would probably freak out.

I'm having a baby with her and I'm ditching her to be with a guy. Not that it's wrong, like I said it feels so right. Just a few weeks ago I gave her that stupid stuffed dog, Clarence. What if she thinks I want to get back together? Oh crap, she'll hate me even more than she used to.

At least Drew doesn't have to worry about it. He's angry at Clare and Clare probably hates him for freaking out.

"You okay?" Drew asked while taking his lips off of mine.
"What? Oh, oh... yeah."
"Eli, come on."
"Drew, seriously. I'm fine." I said while bringing my lips back to his. He stopped me before I could and then started talking again.
"That's a load of BS and you know it."
"Fine." I said. "I was thinking about Clare." He got a pissed expression on his face.
"Why the hell were you thinking about Clare?"
"I was thinking about how she would react if she found out about us." I admitted.
"She doesn't have to know." Drew said with one of the cutest grins I've seen in my life.
"Drew, I'm having a baby with her! She's bound to find out sometime." I said a bit louder than I should've.
"If you want her to know, you can tell her. I don't mind." He said reassuringly while putting his forehead against my own.
"God, you're the best." I said before crashing my lips onto his and pushing him down on my bed.

When I woke up I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. I had to squint at it for a moment to finally see the time because it was so blurry. 9:02 AM. I sighed and then closed my eyes. Slowly, I rolled over in my bed until I bumped into something. What is that? I asked myself before opening my eyes. Once my eyes were opened and weren't so blurred, I saw a beautiful face. Drew. But it was even better, and hotter I might add, that he was only in his boxers.

I got a questioning look on my face and then looked down at my own body. All I had on was a pair of socks and some boxers. Last night couldn't have been any better. I grinned. Still grinning, I hatched an idea in my brain. I grabbed a tank top from the floor and put it on.

I walked into my small apartment kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I scanned the fridge and then saw a carton of milk and a box of raw eggs. Grabbing both of them, I turned the stove on and set a frying pan on one of the burners. I cracked a few eggs into the pan and poured some milk into it. While pushing the raw eggs and milk around with a spatula, I admired the sleeping beauty that is Drew Torres from my kitchen.

When the eggs were finally done, I put them in to two seperate bowls. I poured two glasses of orange juice and got some forks. I put all of the items on a tray and then walked into my bedroom to see Drew waking up.

"Mornin' beautiful." I grinned like an idiot.
"Good morning. What's that?" He asked.
"I don't even get a good-morning kiss?" I asked, trying to sound offended. He chuckled and then sat up to peck me on the cheek.
"Breakfast in bed." I answered.
"Aww, thanks." He blushed.

I sat down on the bed and handed a bowl and cup to him. We both started eating.
"Y'know I had a lot of fun last night." He said while swallowing some eggs.
"I did too. We should have sleepovers more often." I suggested.
"I'd like that." We both leaned in and gave each other a quick peck on the lips.

Once we both finished, we grabbed the bowls and cups and headed to the kitchen. After putting them in the sink, Drew put his hands on my waist and started making out with me. A while later my tank top was discarded yet again and we were making out on the kitchen floor.
"Who needs sleepovers when you can have play dates?" Drew flirted in between kisses. I smiled and then raised my hands to the back of his head. Soon his hands were at the hem of my boxers and he was about to take them off when we heard an angry pounding at the door.
"Eli, what the hell?! You missed my ultrasound!" We stopped kissing and then slowly stood up.
"Clare?" I asked.
"Who else?! Did you knock up another girl, too?"
"Shit..." I cursed under my breath. Drew looked up at me and I looked at him. "I guess it's time for her to find out..." I whispered. He nodded in agreement and then we walked to my room to put some clothes on.
"Hang on!" I yelled. I put my tank top on and Drew put one of my shirts on because he couldn't find his own.

We walked over to the front door, took a deep breath and then opened it.
"Seriously, Eli! Like what th-" She paused. "Why is Drew here..? And why are you both half naked?"
I bit my lower lip, grabbed my boyfriend's hand and then raised them for her to see. "We're... dating."

She glared at us and then began talking. "Ha ha. Funny joke." Drew and I stared at the floor. "Wait... You two? Actually together?"
"Yep..." Drew confirmed.
"Well, I guess I can't be mad... Love is love, and you can't choose who to love. But seriously, Eli. If you miss another birthing class or ultrasound, I will mess you up."

Drew and I chuckled and then I thanked her for understanding. We talked for another moment or so and then she left.
"Now where were we?" Drew asked while ripping my shirt off of himself.
"I think we were in the middle of a play date." I smirked while taking my tank top off and throwing it on the ground.