Chapter Two: No More Secrets
"Your mother is going to kill me," Lance commented later in the day, making Bobbi look up from where she was checking Lance's chemistry homework.
"You're only realising that now," she teased, making her boyfriend stick his tongue out at her.
"Isabelle Hartley is a scary woman," he answered, pouting at Bobbi. "Bloody Hell, why did I fall for the daughter of the mother Hellbeast?" he teased.
Bobbi smiled and shook her head at her boyfriend. "I'll protect you, Teacup," she promised.
Lance grinned and moved from where he lay on her bed to catch her hand and pull her to him. Bobbi let out a surprised squeal as she landed on Lance's chest, whacking her boyfriend when he laughed. "Not funny," she commented, watching him as he moved the sheet from between them.
"No, it was cute," he offered, pecking her lips as he brought his hands to her waist. Bobbi let him deepen the kiss, smiling as he slowly slid his hands to the small of her back under her top.
"Lance," she moaned into his mouth, bringing her hands to rest on his chest.
Lance sat up and moved backwards until his back hit the headboard. Bobbi moved with him, straddling his lap when he was comfortable. "This is probably how we started when we got ourselves into this," he murmured into her mouth, placing his hands on her stomach, groaning as she broke the kiss.
"Probably," she agreed, pulling his shirt over his head and then her own before he claimed her lips again. "We're supposed to be studying," she mumbled against his lips.
"We are," he argued cheekily. "Each other," he added. Bobbi rolled her eyes and continued to kiss him, her hands moving up to trail through his hair.
He slipped his hands higher up her back and was about to undo her bra when someone coughed from the doorway.
"Lance Hunter, if you dare undo my daughter's bra, God help me, no one will ever find your body."
The young couple immediately pulled away from each other, turning to find Isabelle Hartley standing in the doorway, hands on her hips.
Bobbi moved quickly off the bed and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head. "Hi, Mom. You're home early," she commented, watching Lance out of the corner of her eye as he grabbed his own shirt and pulled it over his head.
Isabelle raised an eyebrow at her daughter; to think that the shy, untouchable little twelve-year-old girl she adopted five years ago had become this beautiful, smart, confident young woman who made out with her boyfriend in her room when she was supposed to be studying. "I didn't have class this evening," she replied, watching Lance as he stood close to Bobbi, not knowing what he should do. "Lance, don't you have a chemistry test that you have to study for?" she asked, making the young man freeze.
"Yes, Ma'am," he agreed, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.
Bobbi stepped back so she could lean against Lance, finding herself nauseous.
Isabelle raised an eyebrow. "Hunter, stay for dinner?" she asked.
"If you don't mind, yes please," he replied, subtly placing his hand on the small of Bobbi's back.
Isabelle nodded. "If I catch you two making out again before you're finished homework, I'll kick both of your asses," she informed them before making her way back downstairs.
Once her mother was out of sight, Bobbi dashed towards the bathroom attached to her room. Lance followed, worried as he heard her vomiting. He immediately pulled back her hair and rubbed her back, waiting for her to get it all up.
Eventually, Bobbi had gotten everything out of her system and leaned back against Lance's back. "Shit," she commented, letting her boyfriend clean her face. "Still not used to that," she admitted, turning her head and breathing in his scent.
Lance pressed his lips to her temple, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I love you, Barbara. I love you and our baby," he whispered softly.
Bobbi smiled and kissed his neck softly. "I love you and our baby too, Lance. There's no one I'd rather do this with," she whispered, closing her eyes as she brought her hands to rest on his.
"School is going to be hard. People are going to turn on us. Teenage pregnancy are frowned upon," he noted.
"I can ask Mack and Clint to use them as their practice dummies," she commented. "They did threatened to use you if you ever hurt me."
Lance chuckled. "It's hard to imagine that you and Barton dated. He acts like your annoying protective brother now... How the hell was he your first?"
"Clint and I were in the same orphanage before he and his brother ran away," Bobbi explained, having never told Lance any of this. "I was adopted a week later. We got together when he was adopted by Phil and Mel when we were sixteen. I know that he had a rough childhood, but not the details. I had a rough childhood too. We were both distant to many people. We ended up together. But there were days where we were distant to each other too. More days of being distant than being close. So we ended it. Two months later, I'm showing you around. By the summer, you and I are together and Clint, like he has done since we were scared little kids in an orphanage, kept an eye on me to protect me."
Lance opened his mouth. Then closed it again. He'd gained respect for the lone archer - Mr. Untouchable was really the most caring of their whole school instead of the emotionally distant kid everyone made him out to be. "I'm voting Clint over Mack for Godfather," he eventually commented, earning a laugh from his girlfriend.
"Not jealous he was my first anymore?" she teased.
Lance chuckled; he had been very jealous when he first found out that Clint and Bobbi had taken each other's virginity. So jealous in fact, that he avoided Bobbi for almost two weeks. Before Clint intervened and explained to Lance that what Bobbi felt for Clint was in no way a comparison to what she felt for Lance. That Clint and Bobbi's relationship had been a stepping stone for both to realise that their pasts could not dictate their present or future. And threatened to London native that if he ever made Bobbi cry or doubt herself again, Lance would never see the arrow coming. Lance had proceeded to find his girlfriend, taken two strikes of her anger/sorrow/pain filled baton attack before apologising, on his knees, for being an insecure jealous idiot.
"No. I know now that you two trusted each other. And therefore could take comfort in each other. But the feelings weren't there," he answered, interlacing their fingers.
Bobbi closed her eyes and sighed. "We're allowed to freak out about being teenage parents," she whispered softly.
"I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "I'm scared of messing up but I'm not leaving you to raise our kid alone."
Bobbi smiled sadly. "You're not Douglas," she told him. "You're not your step-father."
Lance opened his mouth but was interrupted by Isabelle calling up at them to come down for dinner. He looked at his girlfriend. "When do we tell your mother?"
Bobbi bit her bottom lip. Isabelle was hard to read sometimes but she didn't think her mother would disown her simply because her pill failed. "The sooner the better," she answered. Looking up at him, she added, "So after dinner."
Lance nodded. "Okay. Come on, we better get food into you, Mommy," he informed her.
He stood up and helped her up. He kissed her lightly when they were face to face. Bobbi smiled and took his hand before leading him downstairs.
Bobbi and Lance waited until they were all finished eating. Isabelle raised an eyebrow at them, folding her hands under her chin, waiting for them to spill whatever they were hiding.
Bobbi felt Lance's hand grasp hers reassuringly under the table. Taking a breath, she started, "Mom, there's something Lance and I have to tell you."
Isabelle didn't miss a beat. "You're pregnant," she stated rather than asked.
Bobbi and Lance looked at each other, surprise clearly written over their faces. "How did you…?" Bobbi asked, turning to watch her mother carefully. "You're disappointed," she commented, feeling her heart sink at the thoughts of Isabelle turning her back on her.
Isabelle shook her head. "Yes, I would've preferred if you two waited until after college," she answered honestly, "But you and Lance are responsible young adults who, although sometimes you fight like cats and dogs, look out for each other. I've been shown that by the way Lance beat the shit out of Brock Rumlow this morning after Rumlow insulted you this morning," she informed her daughter. "And you showed your side by taking care of Lance with his split knuckles and knock to the head. I know that you didn't plan having kids. At least not yet. But you're both responsible and caring enough to raise your kid. And I'm here for both of you."
Bobbi moved from her seat and quickly made her way around the table, hugging her mother tightly. "Thank you, Mom," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.
Isabelle wrapped one arm around Bobbi's waist, the other one coming to brush through her hair. "After finding you five years ago, did you really think I'd let you go because you're giving me a grandchild?" she whispered in her daughter's ear.
Bobbi bit her lip and shook her head. Lance got up and walked over to where his girlfriend and her mother were hugging. He placed his hand on the small of Bobbi's back before Isabelle pulled him into their hug. He leaned into Bobbi's back and joined the hug, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her head.
Isabelle smiled at the young man, kissing her daughter's forehead. "No more secrets, okay?" she whispered.
"How did you find out?" Bobbi asked in reply, lifting her head to look at her mother.
"You hid the pregnancy tests badly," Isabelle answered with a smirk. "No more secrets?"
Bobbi nodded. "No more secrets," she promised….
As Lance and Bobbi lay in her bed later, he rubbed his hands over her back where she lay on his chest; Douglas had gone to some business event so Jemma had convinced her brother to stay with Bobbi, saying that her brother needed to spend time with his girlfriend after this morning incidents.
Bobbi smiled against Lance's bare chest as he rubbed his hands over her clothed back. "Dinner went better than expected," she whispered, kissing his chest lightly.
"Your mother didn't kill me. Other than dating you, I feel very accomplished by that feat," he commented, smiling as he pulled her closer. "Have I told you today that I love you today?" he whispered, kissing her head softly.
Bobbi chuckled. "Yes. But I never get tired of hearing you say it," she answered. "I love you too, by the way."
Lance smiled. "We're going to have one Hell of good looking kid," he commented smugly.
Bobbi nodded. She could imagine a little boy, a copy of his father with her smart and Lance's street smarts. "I know we will," she agreed.
Lance tightened his arms around her waist, holding her close. "Let's go to sleep, Bob," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her softly.
Bobbi tightened her arm around his waist, the other hitched under his shoulder. "I'm glad you're staying," she whispered sleepily against his lips.
Lance smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Bob," he promised her….
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