I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to throw up. It had been happening a lot lately since I found out. Yeah, I'm a guy...and I'm pregnant. I guess it has to do with being a country and all. The doctors says that since I'm a country I'm not going to be "expecting" for nine months, only four months. I haven't told the tomato bastard yet. He's off in Spain, fixing the economy or something. I wiped my mouth, flushed my vomit down the toilet, and got up, walking to the sink to brush my teeth. After I had brushed my teeth, I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and looked...pasta...ice cream...pickles? Or all. I chose the latter. The cravings I was having lately were weird. Like really weird. I wake up at midnight wanting deep fried peanuts... Is that normal? I took the pasta, ice cream, and pickles out all at once and put them into a bowl. I looked at the food in the plate, and for some reason it looked appetizing. I shrugged and carried the bowl into the living room before sitting cross-legged on the couch the bowl on my lap.

I grabbed the remote and changed the channels. I searched the channel before finding the re-run of the season finale of The Bachelor. I had missed it, I was at Feli's house. I closely watched the screen as a recap of the last episode was playing, for some reason I couldn't look away. Damn hormones! I don't even care who Juan Pablo chooses... Or maybe I do... A little! The episode was almost over. I saw him pick up the rose.

"And the girl I choose is..." Said Juan Pablo (this season's Bachelor) and before I could hear who it was, a certain Spaniard deiced it would be a good time to come home from Spain.

"Buenos Dias, Loviii!" He said as he came over to give me a kiss, accidentally turning the television off.

"DAMN IT TO HELL!" I yelled in frustration as the Spaniard gave me a puzzled look.

"What? Lovi are you okay?" He asked.

"I was okay until you came home!" I spat back.

"But aren't you happy to see me?" He asked, his voice a little more serious than usual.

"No! Why would I be!" I replied harshly.

"But it's my birthday... And I wanted to spend it with you!" He said, but this time his voice was completely serious.

"Well you thought wrong" I replied, as I watched every moment the Spaniard made.

"You know what Lovino, I'm sick of this" he said harshly raising his voice a little.

I stared at him in shock, he never used a harsh tone of voice with we or even raised his voice a little at me, or used my full name.

"Um, sick of what" I said quietly, hoping deep down that he wouldn't say he was sick of me.

"I'm sick of this relationship, it feels like all I do is love you and then you push me away! I don't want to do this anymore! It's one sided and- you're not even listening!"

I wasn't listening.

All I could think about was the baby. Should I tell him? Hey Antonio guess what? I know you're about to dump me but... I'm pregnant! Yay! Whoopty fucking doop. Even if he knew I doubt he'd stay...

"Lovino...I'm done." He whispered as he got up off the couch and walked up the stairs, Damn it!

Why does he keep calling me by my first name? I prefer Lovi a lot more- but I would never let him know that!

"Hey bastard, where are you going?" I asked.

"To go pack my stuff and then I'm fucking leaving, if you were listening you'd have heard why!"

"What the fuck! Bastard, you can't be serious" I asked as I walked up the stairs after him.

It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. I repeated in my head all couples fight.

I walked in to the master bedroom to see Antonio throwing clothes into luggages. All I could do was stare as I imagined myself raising a child alone. Hey mommy where's daddy? The child would ask, and what would I say? Oh, you know...I let him walk out of our lives.

"Antonio are you really leaving..." That was probably the stupidest thing to ask, seeing as he was packing his bags, but I just need to hear it again to make sure I didn't imagine it the first time.

"Yes, I am"

I couldn't take it anymore. I crossed my arms across my chest tightly, to hold back the tears until I was away from him, and walked to the guest room. I needed to get away from Antonio. Now. Once inside I locked the door and wrapped myself in the blanket, that I took off of the guest bed. I sunk to the floor wrapped up in the blanket, the floor felt cold against my hot skin that showed from under the blanket. You fucked up Lovino! Now he's leaving and all you can do is cry! I pulled the blanket to my face and listened thru the wall to the sound of clothes being pulled out of the closet. I blinked hard, don't fucking cry! Don't fucking cry! I reprimanded myself. But the thoughts of being a single parent haunted me. A single tear made its way to my jaw. Then another. And another. I held myself as the sobs raked my body. I cried. I felt like a fucking idiot. But I cried, quietly into the blanket until I heard a knock on my door and I rose to answer it.

"Hey Lovino, here are the keys to the house" he said as he plopped the keys into my shaking hands.

"O-Oh, okay" I said.

"Lovino? Have you been crying?" He asked a slight spark of hope lighting his eyes, the hope that I still cared.

"No" I replied back while looking at the floor.

"Can I ask you a question before I leave?"

"Yeah...sure"

"Did you even love me" he asked his eyes full of hope that I would say yes...

I did love him, with all my heart.

I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted him to leave.

"No"

He sighed.

"I knew it!"

He said picking up his bags, angrily walking down the stair. I followed, like a kicked time he took a step way from me it felt like he was taking a piece of my heart with him.

"Antonio wait! I need to tell you something!" I called as I rushed to catch up with him, he was already at the door.

"Well you know what!? I don't want to hear it!" He shouted as he slammed the door.

"I'm pregnant..." I whispered to myself in the quiet house, as the tears slid down my face.

~A Few Months Later~

Felicia was born this morning. Weighing at exactly 7 pounds she was a healthy weight for a newborn. She was born in South Italy at 3:38 in the morning. She has light green eyes like her father Antonio, and the dark red/brown hair I have. She has my skin tone, and his smile. I have a feeling she has Antonio's personality too. I always catch her smiling and looking happy for no reason...just like Antonio. I picked up my phone deciding I would call Feliciano.

"Hi frattelo! (authors note: Fratello means brother in Italian) Why are you calling?" He asked excitedly.

"Um, well... How do I put this?.. I was pregnant and I just had a girl-"

"FRATELLO! Brothers are supposed to tell each other these kind of things!" He squealed into the phone.

"Her name is the female version of yours; Felicia" I said as I heard him squeal into the phone again.

I smiled. I missed talking to my brother. The next half hour consisted of me answering pointless questions over the phone, like where Antonio was, or how I was feeling, or where I was so he could visit me. I answered all of the questions truthfully except for the question about where Antonio was. I answered that question by saying he was in Spain and would visit after his business trip. I said goodbye to him and then hung up. Feliciano would be arriving, with the potato bastard, in a hour or two. They were up in North Italy, but not too far away from the hospital.