Ally's POV

The house was quieter as Austin was gone for the night. I was stuck in my thoughts as I thought about this morning. I wondered if that procedure worked. In the midst of my thoughts, I heard somebody fiddling with the lock. I sat up and soon enough Austin came stumbling through the door.

I glanced at the clock, it was only half past ten. He was home early. As I watched him shut the door, behind me. He didn't intimidate me with his arrogant attitude. I stood up. "Austin, What are you doing?" I questioned, "I thought you were gone for the night."

"It was boring, I ditched out." Austin said, a small smirk on his face. He looked at me and the smirk faltered lightly. "Were you crying?" he questioned softly. I touched my cheeks. I could still feel the stains of tears on them. I had to admit that I was nervous about this whole thing. I had a small outburst a little while ago, I had no idea Austin would notice. After all, he wasn't supposed to come home until tomorrow.

"No," I lied, shaking my head.

"You're lying." Austin said. "You have make up smeared on your eyes and your cheeks are kinda rosy." He had gotten closer.

"Austin," I said cautiously.

He cupped my face into his hands and rubbed his thumb along my swollen cheeks, "What happened?" he asked me, his tone laced with the sound of concernment. I held onto his wrists. The plan was to pull them down and away from my face but instead I just held them. The safety and warmth of his hands made my heart race. Oh no, Ally, Oh no you don't, do not develope a crush on your roommate.

"Nothing," I whispered, not being able to find my voice. I leaned back against the wall behind me. He got a little bit closer. I had a hard time finding air. I can smell alcohol on Austin's breath but I knew he wasn't totally drunk. Perhaps only tipsy. This meant nothing, he wasn't quite himself right now.

"Would you cry if it was nothing?" he quizzed, running his finger along a dried trail of a tear. I looked away from him trying to get rid of the feeling of hornet's in my gut. I wondered how he was doing this. He touched my face and made me look at him again. "I can make you feel better." You already are.

"How?" I asked, giving him wry look. My eyes widened when I felt his lips on mine. The kiss was soft and gentle. I wasn't kissing him back, still reeling from the shock of what was going on. He didn't seem to mind that I wasn't responding. He kept moving his lips on mine. After another moment, Austin carefully pulled away and looked at me.

"Sorry," he apologized quietly and I guess he thought that I didn't like the kiss or that I didn't want it. I both liked it and wanted it. It did make me feel better. I could hardly feel the anxiety in my gut anymore. I locked my fingers around the back of his neck and pulled his face to my lips again. I kissed him tenderly.

Maybe this was idiotic because he was my roommate, maybe this was stupid because he's a little bit tipsy and is not quite himself, but I didn't care about either of those things. He was making me forget all about the procedure.

He slipped his hands up my shirt. His fingers were cold, creating goose bumps along my skin. He snickered on my lips when I jumped at the cool contact. I punched him in the arm slightly, making him laugh a little more. He moved his lips to beneath my earlobe. Maybe this wasn't a great idea because we both knew where this was going, but it was the best way to forget, right?

Austin moved me into his bedroom and I laid down on his bed as both of us stripped down until we were naked, running our bodies against each other's. His skin was warm and I liked the feeling of my fingers in his hair. He pulled away and gave me this crooked smile, not a smirk, a smile.

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3 weeks have flutter by and I didn't feel any different. In fact, I felt like I normally did apart from the queasiness and churning in my stomach. I was chewing my hair, a nervous habit I'd picked up when I was twelve and had quit when I was seventeen. (But I guess I wasn't totally through with that habit.)

I pulled the chunk of hair out of my mouth as I pressed my hands down on my stomach. I stared at the tips of my fingers and felt tears spring into my eyes. This situation probably would've been different if it was only Trish and Dez's child in my stomach, but I didn't know that for sure; there's a chance it might be mine and Austin's. When he kissed me, I forgot about that procedure and the fact that I shouldn't of had sex after, but I did have sex after and now there was a chance that this kid was actually mine.

I was horrified. What was I going to tell Trish? Simple, I wasn't. After all, there's a chance that it's still Trish and Dez's. If I'm lucky, what happened between me and Austin was just in heat of the moment and nothing came of it.

I was afraid. I mean, of course I offered, of course I went through with everything, of course I'm pregnant now, but the worst feeling is knowing that technically I betrayed Trish's trust and I might be breaking her and Dez's heart. She'll hate me if this is not her child.

Oh my God. I'm carrying a human. I am growing a human inside of me. I felt like hyperventilating. I was the one that was held fully accountable right now, I was the one that would feel its first movement, I was the one nurturing it, I was the one who would give birth to it and let it breathe in its first breath. Technically, it was my job to keep this baby's heart beating for nine months. I tried to focus on the idea that this was not mine, it was Dez and Trish's so I should stop worrying.

Suddenly, there was a presence at the opened door. I look over suddenly, for some reason being afraid that it was Trish. I felt like she deserved something better than a Hey, T, I'm preg! You a mama! or Hey, Trish, Yeah, there's a chance that this kid isn't yours. Instead I see Austin's face. I probably should've shut the door when I came back in here to check on the test. But I didn't.

"It worked." he stated simply as if he thought that maybe it wasn't going to.

I had to say something to him. He might be fathering a child, he might not be. That didn't mean, he needed to know. I needed somebody to help out with this. "We have a problem," I told him. He looked at me, hearing my voice shake. I cringed. "There might be a chance that this baby...isn't Dez and Trish's."

"Ally, what are you talking about?" Austin questioned, "You went for the procedure. It's not like you went out and had..." he slowly trailed off and I watched the color drain from his face. I felt like crying. "...You've got to be kidding me." Austin said.

"Well, I'm not." I told him. He ran his fingers through his hair because he knew that he didn't use protection due to his tipsy state and he knew that we both probably screwed with Dez and Trish and their happiness. "What are we going to do?" I asked him, my eyes lined with fresh tears.

He stared at me for a moment and then to the test on the counter. He swallowed hard as he looked at me again. "Just...Just relax. We'll figure this out."

"Will we?" I barked at him, "Austin, they're gonna hate me."

"We don't even know for sure yet! Maybe the procedure worked and it's their kid. Maybe it's not ours. Maybe it's...maybe it's theirs, I don't know, but don't panic...just...we have to stay calm." Austin said, "And if it makes you feel any better, they'll hate me too."

"That didn't make me feel better," I growled. He cursed under his breath at himself for letting this happen. I wanted to blame him, too, but I could've stopped it and I didn't. "What are we going to tell them?"

"We're not," Austin said quickly. I looked at him. "We're not going to tell them. Ally, they've wanted this for a long time, probably since they were teens, we can't take that away from them. As far as we're concerned, it's their kid, Okay? We never had sex and the procedure worked."

"So, we just going to forget that it happened?" I quizzed him. I wasn't angry that he said that, in fact, I think I thought it was kind of a good idea. If we didn't say anything, they'd never know. The procedure just might have saved our butt's. Then again, maybe the procedure had worked and it wasn't our kid.

"Yeah...Yeah, at least try to anyway. They can't know, Ally, it'd tear them apart and I know you don't want that for Trish." Austin said.

"But what about when it's born? What if it is ours? Austin, they're gonna know." I said.

"We'll figure it out when it gets to that point, but right now, as far as we're concerned...It's their baby." Austin said. I thought about it for a moment before I looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah, Okay." I whispered. He stared at me for a moment. I could see the panic in his gaze and I knew he could the panic in mine.

"We'll fix this, I promise." Austin said, "They just can't know." I nodded in agreement. "I have to go to work. I'll be home when I normally come home. Make sure you don't say anything."

"I won't." I promised. "We're going to have to think of something."

"I know," Austin said, taking a deep breath, "But until then, it's Dez and Trish's kid." I nodded slowly. Austin hesitated before he said goodbye and left the apartment but I had a feeling now that he was going to blow off work after what I told him.

I was left alone to be scrutinized by my own thoughts. Once I trashed that pregnancy test, I walked into the kitchen where there was a plate with scrambled eggs and pancakes on it. Pancakes, the only thing Austin actually knew how to make properly. I had learned this after he's made pancakes every morning. I had started making us dinner considering his idea of dinner was crashing at Trish and Dez's place or ordering pizza and take out. How unhealthy, right? Rude, too. Trish and Dez shouldn't be responsible for his meal times.

Oh, Trish and Dez, I'm so sorry. I found myself crying. I felt awful because I had this heavy feeling like it was my kid, not theirs. What was I going to do? I love Trish and I can't imagine making her hate me, but I can tell that I've done a pretty good job to give her a perfect reason to hate me.

Austin and I hadn't exactly spoken since the night we had sex. Sure, we talked, but it was little things like him annoying me and me dismissing myself to leave the apartment. But now, I don't think I could go on ignoring him, after all, there is a chance that he's a father to my baby. I shook my head. I don't want to think like that. This baby isn't mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.

I placed myself down on the couch with some cartoons on the TV. I watched cartoons when I felt like I was making big decisions. It helped me not stress for a reason I've never been able to explain. My Dad said it was ridiculous, Mom said it's funny, Trish said it's weird, I think it's totally cool and normal.

I didn't even watch the television. I started thinking about whether or not this was a mistake. I could be making a decision between two lyrics right now, not about how to tell Trish I was carrying her son or daughter or later having to explain that it wasn't even her kid at all. Of course, there wasn't anything I could do about it now so what was the point wasting time looking on the 'what-if's'.

I wonder how bad labor is going to hurt. I heard that it's the equivalent to breaking twenty bones at once. I inhaled deeply and heard it shake inside my lungs. I shouldn't freak myself out, but how was I going to do this? Will I be crying out in pain? Will I be able to handle it just fine? Will I be screaming? Then again, a lot of women scream while giving birth. I gulped.

I would really rather be writing songs now. I shook my head. "There is nothing you can do now, Ally, suck it up." I told myself.

. . . .

With the further thought of sucking it up, I had called Trish and claimed that I felt like seeing her again. I hoped she didn't catch on that I was going to tell her the best news of her life. I felt even guiltier. She surprised me today with not mentioning a word about the procedure. Generally, she was practically drying out her tongue from going on about it. Dez, too, but not nearly as much as Trish. I hoped Austin hadn't said anything to her but I doubt he did, considering he came up with the idea of pretending like the sex between him and I never happened. But I knew that neither of us would forget.

I could hardly focus on conversation with Dez and Trish at the dinner table because I was obsessing over this. I tried to get through the meal but I'd been queasy all day and found it hard to eat. Dez had questioned my eating multiple times but I had found ways to brush it off. I also did that kid thing where you move food around on the plate until it looks like you've eaten more than you actually have. I was scared to throw up all over their table. Maybe that's how they'd find out. I stopped thinking about vomiting before I would actually start.

Seated in the living room, I was listening to Trish tell me about her friend who was going to give birth in a couple of weeks and I could see the longing in her face, even if she didn't want me to see it. She really deserved to know. I calmed myself down and tried to convince myself that this was her child. I took a deep breath.

"She said she wants to name him Leo, short for Leonard, hate the name personally, or she wants to name him Scott. Scott is kind of cute." Trish said.

Before she could kill her little spirit, I jumped in, "I have something for you."

She stopped herself from talking when she heard what I said. She looked at me oddly. "Oh?"

I giggled. "Don't look so surprised, Trish. I can be a thoughtful friend." Are you sure, Ally?

I grabbed my purse that was in the doorway and walked back into the living room. I sat beside Trish. Both her and Dez watched me expectantly. I dug through my bag and then pulled out a card and a small box. Trish eyed me for a moment before taking it. Trish has always been one to open gift's first so of course she opens the box first.

She stared at it with a confused frown, "Um...I grew out of these about...twenty one years ago." she said, oddly, holding up the pacifier. But Dez knew. His face split into a grin and he looked at me with this indescribable joy lit in his eyes. While Trish was still eyeing the pacifier, I held my fingers to my lips, gesturing for him to keep quiet and to let Trish figure it out on her own. He looked like he was holding in a howl of excitement. It made me feel a little bit worse.

Trish opened the card and began to read out loud. "Congratulations! I hope your life is fulfilled with hope, love, and joy as you start your new beautiful journey as par..." her eyes got a little bigger on the word, "parents.." she finished off in a whisper. She looked at me her eyes wide. "Seriously?" she squeaked from behind the lump that seemed to now be in her throat.

The look on their faces made me forget about the circumstances. I focused on their happiness. She launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She was sobbing. I patted her shoulder. I wasn't good at comforting people, but I know she didn't need comfort.

"Hug me back!" she demanded through her tears. I laughed whole-heartedly, wrapping my arms around Trish. Dez joined the hug and stood there, wrapped up in each other for probably ten minutes while they howled out their thank you's.

Trish had cleaned her face with a pile of tissues. She was no longer crying but her eyes were puffy, but they sparkled more than they ever had before. I was suddenly afraid to take that away. I prayed to God that this was their child. I did not want to be the one who would have to tell them that this wasn't real.

"What?" she questioned, looking at my face.

"I just...You're so happy. It makes me..." I swallowed, "Kind of nervous." I gave her a wobbly smile. She'd never understand the true meaning of this nervousness.

She frowned and shook her head. "No! Don't be nervous! Be happy! Nothing's going to go wrong, Ally!" she grinned, "Thank you for this! Thank you-" she suddenly gasped and looked at me in all seriousness. "Can I...feel?" she questioned, timidly.

I was surprised by her question. I gulped and nodded. I felt a little awkward once she pressed her palms on my flat stomach. She smiled wide. Dez came over and touched my stomach, too. There wasn't much to feel but it still seemed to bring them joy so I let them have their way with it, swallowing down my guilt.

She was in the middle of telling me how much joy this brings her when she stopped and looked at me startled, "Oh, Ally! You hardly ate!"

I gave her a small smile, "Kinda queasy today."

She started to smile wide. Glad that my feelings of being under the weather brought her joy. But whatever, she's getting a kid, I should let her have her joy. "When did you find out?"

"This morning." I told her. "We should still go to the doctor to approve it though, right?" I questioned, silently hoping the doctor would tell me that this was all a huge dream. Her eyes filled with a look of anxiety. She slowly nodded. Dez rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. Doctors and babies was never an awesome thing for these two. Everytime they'd gone, their hearts had been broken. I was going to make sure that that never happened!

I kept to my word. Dez and Trish went with me to the doctor and it was confirmed that I was pregnant. The more I watched the couple be unspeakably happy, the more it eased my nerves about the situation.

Trish had started buying me books and handing me sheets of paper. They were all full of information about pregnancy: Nutrition, hormones, morning sickness, what to expect throughout the pregnancy, labor, comfortable positions to ease labor pain, how to breathe through labor, etc. I had to force a smile to her when she put a palm on my stomach and started cooing to it. I felt awkward. I would've said something like Trish, it's still only an embryo but I didn't want to be heartless.

Trish doesn't even want to give me a break to think about all of this. She follows me into the apartment where Austin is seated at the couch with his guitar. Trish's face splits into another grin. "Did you hear Austin? I'm going to be a Mom!"

Austin's eyes flickered over to me as he gulped. He looked at Trish and forced a smile, "I heard." It was the best thing ever seeing somebody this happy, especially your best friend but it was the worst thing when you knew how awful you were.

She approached him and his smile faded slightly. There must've been a serious look on her face. I watched her expectantly as did Austin. "Austin, you've been friends with Dez since he was, like, a toddler and you've been friends with me for a couple of years. I would say that we've had a great friendship and I admire it a lot-"

"-You're not ditching Dez for me, are you?" he teased, giving her that mischievous glint that seemed to aggravate me.

"No!" Trish howled, slapping his shoulder. He laughed and focused on her again. "You've been a great friend to us and even though we're the same age as you, we look up to you in a few ways. You're optimistic and it reminds us to remain optimistic, too." she turns and looks at me, "This goes for you, too, Ally." she commented quickly before focusing on Austin once again, "You told me that things could turn around and we could have a kid and, thanks to Ally, things did turn around and we are having a kid. What I'm trying to say is: Dez and I have talked about it even before we knew about the baby and now I really feel this is right...Would you mind being the godfather to Junior?"

Austin stared at her for a moment before he guffawed, "Junior?" He looked at her and with soft eyes that I'd never seen on him before, he replied, "Thanks, Trish. I don't know if you're making the right choice giving this title to me, but thank you. I'd love to be the... godfather."

From behind, I could see her cheeks lift. She was wearing another one of those face splitting grins. She hugged him tightly and he chuckled in response, hugging her back. She detached her arms from his torso and looked at me.

"Ally," she started. Oh no. "I appreciate you in ways that I know you haven't yet grasped. You're my best friend and you always will be. You dropped everything, your dreams and a little bit of your life, to give me a child and that means so much to me." Her eyes tear up slightly, but she blinks them away. "Thank you for this, Ally. I want you to be the godmother." I didn't get a choice like Austin did, Austin could've said no, I can't. She wants this from me.

I think she's noticed my hesitation because her eyes start to fill with something like terror, but out of my lucky - and misery - I suddenly feel a weird twist in my stomach. Before I know it, I've dashed into the bathroom and I'm losing every small bite I'd eaten at Trish and Dez's place. Thank you, Junior, embryo, it, baby, I don't know what to call you, but thank you.

I hear Austin tell Trish that this was disgusting. I would've rolled my eyes but I'm still emptying my guts. I guess this is morning sickness - Morning sickness? Let's try all-day sickness. Trish is patting me awkwardly on the back.

"There, There," she murmured, but I can feel her cringing beside me. I grip the toilet bowl and vomit once more before I think I'm finished. I slowly brush my hair around my face and I slowly turn to look at her. She's staring at me with a look of pity and disgust.

"Thank you," I rasped out, having no strength in my voice from all my dry-heaving. "I'm happy to be...the godmother." I vomited again.

This was rewritten like eighty times.

The plot was also tweaked slightly but I hope you still like this!