June 27th

Silver smirked to himself as he sat down at his table. Outside he could hear the rain splattering harshly against his roof, but he couldn't have cared less. Three things in particular were on his mind, completely distracting him from the weather. The first being his stomach, he absentmindedly slapped together a sandwich and took a bite. He loved the combination of ham and cheese, just like his mother had introduced to him when he was younger. It was also a personal favorite of his father's, she had said. His father... was also on his mind. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Today marked the third month that Giovanni hadn't been home. The bills were always paid, however, and he sometimes found checks for large amounts of money stuffed into the mailbox. Silver refused to cash them in, but he always kept them stored in his bedside table, just in case. He knew his father was fine (and he sure as hell didn't care if he was or not, anyways), but he always worried whether Giovanni would just suddenly stop paying the bills. Is that why he sent those checks?

Silver shook his bangs from his eyes and tried to focus on something happier. His thoughts immediately flew to the final thing, or person rather, on his mind; Lyra. He felt his cheeks grow slightly rosy as he tipped his chair back and smirked. Ever since that night, he had lost count of the number of times they slept together. It had been awkward at first, Lyra always wincing slightly or digging her nails into his back, but after the third or fourth time they finally fell into somewhat of a rhythm. And God knows, that rhythm was AMAZING. Silver found himself longing for her presence, and he grabbed his sandwich and walked over to the house phone. He was about to hit send when he heard a barely audible knock on his door. Sighing in frustration, he walked over to the door and swung it open, expecting a telemarketer.

Before he could say, "I don't want to buy your shit!", he was stopped dead in his tracks. Standing on his doorstep was none other than Lyra herself, and she was drenched. Silver noticed that, in addition to he rain, it looked as if she had been crying. Her pigtails drooped sadly, and he couldn't tell if she was shivering from the cold or the silent sobs that she seemed to be choking back. In a moment Silver saw her knees buckle, and he dropped his sandwich without hesitation. He tried to steady her, but it was no use; she was completely weak. He ended up picking her up bridal style and taking her up the familiar route to his bedroom. His intentions were completely different this time, however, as he gently placed her on his bed.

"S-Silver," she sobbed as he dug through his closet. He carried over one of his old t-shirts and presented it to her along with a pair of basketball shorts. "I-"

"Before you say anything, you should change," he mumbled, "You... you'll catch a cold," Lyra sniffled miserably as she remover her drenched sweatshirt and jeans. Despite having seen her naked before, Silver still turned around to give her some privacy. After a few moments of rustling, he turned around to find Lyra practically swimming in his clothes. She sniffled once before bursting into tears. He sat down next to her on the bed and slowly wrapped his arms around her. He had never been one to comfort, but seeing her like this just... broke him. He couldn't stand it. She clutched desperately to him, her sobs becoming harsh and uncontrolled.

"Y-y-you... Sil... Silver, you l-l-love me... r-right?" Lyra choked out, barely understandable, "N-never... never leave me!"

"Lyra, look at me," grabbing her shoulders, Silver raised her head so that her gaze met his. Her eyes were red and puffy with tears still streaming down her cheeks, wet bits of her hair stuck to her face. Silver leaned forward and placed his lips firmly on her trembling ones, using one of his hands cup her face. He pulled away slowly and looked her straight in the eyes.

"It's not just sex, Lyra. I love you, and I promise that I will never leave you," he muttered, his breath tickling her lips. She trembled against him as he stoked her hair, not saying a word. After a while her sobs finally lessened into cries, which in turn were stifled into sniffles. Silver pulled away from her and she looked up at him again, rubbing her puffy eyes.

"Would you like to tell me what's up, or will you just leave me to guess?" Silver asked. Lyra looked down and slowly wrapped her arms around his midsection.

"You... you won't leave me?" she whispered as her hands played with the hem of his shirt. Silver sighed, exasperated.

"We just went through this, Lyra," he sighed, "Just tell me what it is!"

By the way Lyra shook like a leaf he knew it was more serious than he had expected, but he never could have predicted the next words that left her mouth.

"Silver... I-I'm pregnant," Lyra choked out, holding Silver's shirt in tight fistfuls. She looked up into his eyes for reassurance and was met with a blank stare. Silver smacked his hand over his face and slowly drug it down.

"P-p-pregnant?" he stuttered. Lyra nodded as tears welled up in her eyes again. She let out a quiet sob as Silver sat there, staring at the wall. He should should have known better, he knew he should have used protection! He ran his fingers through his flaming hair, thinking about the effects a baby would have on their lives. He felt like running, running far away and never coming back. He wanted to just pretend like nothing ever happened.

Realization hit him like a brick as he saw Lyra hunched over and crying. No. He would NEVER leave her; he couldn't. He promised. He gathered her up into his arms again and rested his head on hers.

"What are we going to do?" he whispered. He knew without asking that abortion was out of the question; Lyra wouldn't do it and he didn't think that he would be able to handle it, either. Lyra stiffened and pulled away from him, resting her hands on her currently flat stomach.

"Silver... I-I love this baby," she bit her lip in an attempt to keep herself from crying. Her big, brown eyes met with his mercury colored ones and held his gaze. "I... I don't want anybody else to raise him!"

Silver caught her in a bone-crushing hug, trying to convey in his actions what he was unable to say.

And as she wrapped her arms around him, he knew she got the message.

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