They were engaged to be married. People were finally starting to accept her for who she was. What was she you may ask? She was the love of his life. He could never remember loving someone the way he loved her. He was so happy when he was with her, when he thought about her; just someone uttering her name would bring a huge smile to his face. He was well aware that people believed she was using him, because he was rich and she had the look of malnutrition written all over her face, but it had never mattered. She loved him, he knew it. But things had changed in the past forty or so minutes, when she spoke in her calm voice and told him something that neither of them wanted to hear.
"I'm nearly positive I'm pregnant, Conrad."
His parents had preached him to death on the subject of waiting until they were married to have sex. Of course all of his father's reasons had to do with the company. Knocking the girl up out of wedlock, would surely send the wrong message to the investors. Or. You want to run this company one day, don't you? Well don't screw your chances up by getting the girl pregnant.
His father didn't have a very high opinion of her, "the girl" was the only name he had ever called Victoria. Or course Conrad would always protect her, correcting his father immediately, by saying that 'the girl' had a name and he would say her name. So far it hadn't worked and all the corrections had done was give Conrad's father a chance to smirk at his twenty-one year old son with contempt.
The wedding was in a month, if they could just hold off on the talk of this child, which may or may not actually exist, they would be in the clear. All he wanted is Victoria's safety. He looks over at her. They're sitting on his bed, in his locked bedroom. She's staring at the box in her hands like it's a death sentence. He reaches out for her and she slides closer to him. Her head finds its way to his shoulder and his arm wraps around her waist.
"This is all my fault, Victoria, I'm so sorry."
Her hands pull his tucked in shirt out from under his dress pants as she feels his abs. His lips find her neck as her silky skin is turned to fire under his fingertips. His parents aren't home, so there is no chance for interruption. He knows that tonight there will no be any stopping,
"Conrad, we…can't."
Her breathing is quick but she pulls back from him and pulls her hands to her sides.
"Victoria, we can. It's just you and me tonight. Nothing nor no one stop us. I love you and I want this."
Things resume. He touches her and she touches him. His love, if it's possible, grows for her.
Her face nuzzles into his neck and he feels hot tears as they roll down her face.
"I don't blame you, Conrad. I can't blame you."
The small box makes a distinctive thud as it hits the ground. Her arms wrap around his neck in utter fear. She doesn't want to be pregnant, all she wants is to marry him, marry the boy people told her she would never be good enough for. But she does not want this, she doesn't want a baby. She's only eighteen, she's not ready yet. She's barely ready enough to get married.
"I'm so scared, Conrad, I'm not ready yet. I'm going to be a terrible mother, look what I had as an example."
She's barely coherent because she's crying so much. He's happy that his father is in the city and his mother is wherever. He wraps her up in his arms. Rocking he would, as if she was a child. Her doe sized eyes look up at him and he can't stand to see so much pain in her gorgeous eyes.
"No, you will be a fantastic mother. But first my dear, you must take the test."
She extracts herself from him and goes to the bathroom connected to her fiancée's room. It takes a few seconds before she's out again, holding the instruction manual to the home pregnancy test. He meets her at the bathroom door, grabbing her hand, he kisses her forehead gently.
"It takes three minutes."
"You're shaking, Victoria."
"I feel sick, Conrad."
He allows her to lean into him and together they stand at the bathroom door waiting for the timer to go off. Her head rests on his chest and his arms are gently wrapped around her. When the buzzer goes off, their eyes meet, both of them daring the other to go look first.
"We'll look together, okay?"
Hand in hand, they walk into the bathroom. Victoria's shaking hand grabs the stick and turns it around to look at it. Immediately her stomach falls at the sign on the stick.
She's pregnant.
She crashes into Conrad, in disbelief, in fear and because she feels completely lightheaded. She feels so frail against him, so he discards the box and the pregnancy test stick, before taking her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. The same bed where they created this child that now resides inside of her. He's shocked himself, but he'll wait to freak out later, when she leaves. He must be strong, he has to be.
His strength is what will get her through.
He covers her up and surrounds her with the soft pillows. He wipes some hair from her face and kisses her brow. She looks paler than normal. He's almost tempted to take her to the hospital, but then there will be reporters. Asking questions and attempting to find things out. He won't let her and their unborn child get hurt. Once they're married, they will be a family and he will protect them. For better or for worst.
A/N: I need this to tide me over to April. I plan for it to be a series of one shots throughout Conrad and Victoria's marriage. Hope you enjoy and review!