New Beginnings

Pairing; HectorXBriana

Rating; M for Mature

Disclaimer; I do not own HTTYD or the songs I may or may not use.

4. Some Things Never Change

{Hector's POV}

{Hector's Room}

I stood there in what would be the living room portion of my bedroom as Briana was holding the pregnancy test up in front of me. I could very clearly see the result window were it read the word; Pregnant. She was pregnant. Briana was pregnant with my baby. I couldn't even find the words to respond to her, but I know my eyes had widened in shock. I know what I said before that it takes two and the risk of pregnancy was there every time we had sex, but the reality that Briana is carrying my child in her womb right now was overwhelming. I know I had to say something because Briana was steadily becoming more nervous about my silence. What were we going to do? I'm only nineteen-years-old! This would technically make Briana and I…teen parents. I just started my career as a Marine Island Guard, and I'm working towards becoming a police officer during the downtime in which I'm not doing Marine stuff. Sure, I had the money to take care of a baby, and Briana too. I even had a house, which is a lot more than a lot of other teenage parents can say they have going into something like this.

I suppose what has me the most freaked out is that Briana and I have only been together for eight months on July 3rd. And now, here we are with Briana being pregnant. I didn't know know how far along she was, nobody knew about this, and by the Gods, my Uncle Glenn is going to kill me! I literally just got warned about this in May when I got home from Boot Camp and Advanced Individual Training. The man specifically said he would kill me or cut my dick off if Briana ended up pregnant before we were married. I was so dead, and not just by Glenn either. My Drill Sergeant was going to give me the workout of a lifetime for taking off after he warned me not too. I knew the rules during Weekend Warrior; no one was permitted to leave base without permission. Granted, we weren't on the base right now, but being it is during the time we would be; I technically belonged to my Drill Sergeant from Friday at 5 am to Sunday at 5 pm. I know I could have just told my DS what was going on, but I didn't want to do anything else except for know if Briana was pregnant or not. Now that I know she is; there is a lot to deal with suddenly. The first thing is that Bri and I needed to sit down and talk about this and how we're going to tackle the new situation. I promised I wouldn't leave her no matter what, and I will not break that vow.

"Hector?" Briana said my name as I pulled myself from my thoughts.

"I-I'm sorry, babe. I just kind of froze up in shock," I admitted.

"It's okay. I did too," Briana informed as she tossed the test in the bathroom garbage, then returned and took my hand so we could both sit down on the couch together. "We know I'm pregnant, what do we do now?"

"The natural order of things would be for you to call your doctor to be seen, but being it's Friday and going on 6:30 pm," I stated.

"Yeah, the office won't be open until Monday at 8 am," Briana nodded. "But I can…Call then, and make an appointment?" she added.

"Would be a good place to start as we need to know how far along you are, and I assume start prenatal vitamins, get an expected due date…" I trailed off.

"Hector," Briana put her hand on mine. "I think we need to decide what we're going to do,"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Are we keeping it? Adoption? What are we doing with the baby before we begin the process of appointments and what not?" Briana questioned. I looked at the floor, thinking about it. Shit, she was right.

"I can't do abortion. I know it's the woman's choice, but I don't believe in killing an innocent life that I had a part in making," I stated.

"I'm not exactly one for that either, so you don't have to worry there," Briana assured me, and I nodded. "How do you feel about adoption?"

"I'm half and half on it. For one side, it would keep us from trying to raise a baby at nineteen-years-old while we're both just settling into not only our careers but our relationship too. We've only been together eight months, and I've seen a baby tear couples apart. On the other bit of things, I don't know if I could go through with going through the pregnancy, then have to hand the child over after it's born. Plus know my kid is being raised by another family, never knowing if he or she is alright or not. You get what I'm saying and why it's a torn decision?" I looked at her.

"I do. I've seen mothers back out last minute because they don't want to separate after going through the nine months, carrying that child within them. I wouldn't want to risk getting too emotional after we went through everything, then change my mind last minute. I know it could strain us if you were on board, and I was in the beginning…and I'm with you on that second part of things about letting a child we made be raised by people other than us," Briana agreed.

"I suppose since we're both on the same page with that topic, then adoption wouldn't be the direction for us to go in. And we've already discussed that abortion is out," I closed my eyes.

"That leaves us keeping the baby, and raising it ourselves," Briana reminded. "Is that…Something we can do, Hector?"

"I don't know. When we break it down, the only problem is that we're both gone all day until about 4 pm. The baby would have to go to daycare while we're working," I shrugged.

"Well, couples do that all the time. I was more concerned with all the other matters, such as living space, money, preparations, supplies…" Briana listed off.

"Well, babe; I don't know if you've noticed, but we have a place to live. My house," I motioned around the basement, and up the stairs where the rest of the setup was.

"Which is also shared by Dimitri, Kayne, Jeremy, Sawyer, and Aaron," Briana sighed. "Not saying I mind them here, but they've got the bedrooms of the home. And you don't let anyone into your parent's room,"

"The guys would be willing to shift around, or move out; that's entirely their decision, though," I enlightened. "We can move upstairs, and we can use the master and the room that Sawyer and Aaron have right now," I added as Briana blinked a bit when I suggested using my parent's room. "And money isn't a problem, Bri. I make an even $1,920.00 per month being the rank of Corporal in the Marine Island Guard; I get $960 on the 1st and 16th to make that total, and it goes up with each year I'm in. And when I start as a cop; I'll be making another $1,100 or so. Final adjustments on pay get worked out upon graduation from the academy, which I will do in November this year,"

"And I make about a thousand myself too," Briana nodded.

"So we've got money to take care of this baby, and a home to raise it in. I don't see why we can't make this work unless you have other concerns?" I wondered.

"I do have a couple more. Hector, raising a baby is a lot of work. And I'm not saying I can't do it, or that you couldn't. However, I worry what happens to us. Having a baby too young could cause us to fight, or break up…And that scares me," Briana admitted.

"Those are couples who are much younger than us, Briana. High Schoolers, but us…No. We're both adults who have great jobs and settled well where we are. We don't live apart, so taking care of the baby and deciding which house it lives in isn't a problem," I assured.

"That's true. And we share the housework evenly, which typically with a baby in the mix turns into who ends up doing more than the other," Briana pointed out.

"We don't have that issue because we split the work up, and we can do the same with a child. Late nights and early mornings don't affect me any," I stated.

"Same here," Briana agreed.

"And if we do get into arguments, or something is wrong; we sit down and talk things through. Just like we did tonight when you confided in me your concerns about missing your period. But look where we are now? We know you're pregnant, and we're working through it together as we always do. Briana," I took her hand in mine as she looked at me. "We can do this,"

Briana looked into my eyes, and finally, she smiled. Briana leaned in and kissed me lightly as I returned it. Afterward, she laid her head on my shoulder, but our hands stayed intertwined. "Okay, Hector. We'll keep the baby and raise it together," she said. I hugged her tightly.

{Normal POV}

"I guess I better get back out there. My DS is about to ream me a new asshole," Hector sighed.

"Just tell him the truth," Briana offered.

"That might not matter because I still left when ordered to stay," Hector informed. "Also, are we telling anyone about this?"

"Me being pregnant?" Briana questioned. Hector nodded to her. "Well, I would prefer them not knowing until we have more information,"

"Then we'll wait for the first appointment," Hector said.

"Aren't you worried about what Glenn is going do to you?" Briana wondered.

"He's either going to kill me or cut my dick off, babe," Hector mumbled, recalling the warning from him Godfather back in May.

"He won't really," Briana mentioned. Hector looked at her.

"My uncle is borderline crazy, Bri. Yes, he would. Especially after figuring out that I knocked you up the same month I got home from training when he warned me on May 4 not to get you pregnant before we're married, and we haven't even been together a year yet," Hector closed his eyes. "I'll figure something out. For now, I better get back up there. You coming?"

"Of course," Briana nodded with a smile.

. . .

[Neighborhood Cul-De-Sac]

Hector walked outside with Briana, the two of them holding hands.

"You guys alright?" Kayne asked.

"Never better now. We just had a couple things to talk about," Briana informed as Hector's Drill Sergeant approached him and Hector let go of Briana's hand and stepped forward.

"You going to tell me what was more important than obeying a direct order, Corporal Haddock?" the man asked. Hector leaned in towards his ear and turned them so no one would able to read his lips.

"I just found out my girlfriend of eight months is pregnant with my baby. She pulled me aside to tell me she was late and panicking. I left to get her a home test, and now we know she is. Briana and I stayed down there to discuss things," Hector whispered, then pulled back.

"I see. I suppose it's a valid reason that you left so quickly," the male informed as Hector had hoped he wasn't going to get in trouble. "But then you still should have told me before leaving so I could excuse it. I warned you not too, and you disobeyed a command. You know that doesn't fly in any branch of the military, Corporal," he sighed. Yep, Hector spoke too soon. "I won't make you do PT until 2100, but you're not getting off this scott-free,"

"I told you to punish me as you saw fit once I handled things, sir. I leave it to your decision of what happens to me from here for disobeying an order," Hector stated firmly as he stepped back and stood straight with his hands at his sides and feet together.

"Fifty pushups, and situps. Thirty-five pullups. Thirty-minute plank and then the same time running around the cul-de-sac," the male put his hands on his hips.

Hector brought his hand up to salute. "Sir, yes sir!" Hector briefly glanced at Briana who was biting her bottom lip and mouthing the words; I'm so sorry. Hector kissed her gently and smiled. "Hey, you didn't get me in trouble; I did, babe. Don't worry about it,"

"NOW, HADDOCK!" the man demanded.

"Oh, keep your damn uniform on, Staff Sergeant Service! You act like what you just told me to do is hard. You forget who has the highest physical fitness scores in the platoon," Hector rolled his eyes as he took off his outer coat and handed it to Briana before he got on the ground and went into the pushup position.

"Begin!" Staff Sergeant Service commanded. Seconds later, Glenn and Hector were doing pushups, counting off until they hit fifty. Hector ended up finishing first by two minutes. Glenn didn't even make it to fifty; he stopped at forty-two to catch his breath.

"Derek, hold my feet for me?" Hector asked. Derek let go of Sylvia, then he got down to hold Hector's feet in place as Hector banged out fifty of those next. Overall, Hector had managed both of those tasks with ease, breaking a minimal sweat, and done in four minutes. Hector got up hung his pull up bar from the basement in the front door of the house then did thirty-five pullups in about two minutes. To say the least, the others were surprised. Hector returned to street level and got himself down into a plank position as the Drill Sergeant started a stopwatch that hung around his neck.

"Wow; he's pretty good," Shane remarked.

"I've heard planking after five minutes hurts like hell," TJ stated.

"It hurts after three," one of the other Marines informed. "Isn't half an hour a bit much, Drill Sergeant. No one in our entire company can do it,"

"Yeah, no one has ever made it past ten minutes," another reminded.

"Then I guess we get to see how long Haddock lasts when it was an order," Staff Sergeant Service crossed his arms over his chest.

"Come on, Stan. Thirty minutes is a lot, and he's just a boy," Glenn stood next to the Drill Sergeant. "A lot of people can't do this without training for it,"

"I got it, Glenn," Hector said while focusing on staying still and holding his balance. It looked like Hector was doing a pushup only he had to hold himself up without moving for an extended period of time. Also, Hector's arms were under his chest, using his upper arms as the leverage to stay up. Hector's tips of his boots had to stay touching the ground, and his midsection couldn't hit the street at all. Ten minutes went by as Hector continued to hold his position without much struggle. "Oh, my Gods; it's way too quiet and increasingly annoying to sit in silence," he groaned.

"Well, maybe you should have listened to the Drill Sergeant and not get in trouble," one Marine said.

"Marcus; I swear to Odin you better stop while you're ahead," Hector warned.

"Marcus?" Briana blinked.

"Yeah, that fucker is in my platoon," Hector grumbled.

"Your ex-bully, Marcus? The mayor's son?" Ethan inquired.

"That's him. Lucky me, right?" Hector put his head down as it was nearing fifteen minutes and getting harder to hold the place he was in.

"Awe, come on, Hiccup; I'm just messing with ya," Marcus chuckled. "We're teammates,"

Everyone knew how much Hector hated being called Hiccup, even if it was the middle name he chose for himself when he was a kid. Marcus used it to tease Hector with, and the last time Marcus pushed Hector too far; it resulted in Hector joining a gang, and then a chain reaction to many other things happening. Also, everyone knew how deep in a depression Hector went because of all the bullying and wanted to kill himself at one point. Thankfully, he met Ethan and Derek at Archian High, so that didn't happen. However, depression never really went away; it got easier to manage, but it would always be there. Hector didn't respond in anger for once; he kept his mouth shut while taking deep breaths and closing his eyes. Hector's body began shaking from the length in which he'd been in this one position that was hard to hold up and hurt like hell.

"Fifteen to go, Haddock," Stan Service, the Drill Sergeant informed after checking his watch. Hector didn't say anything as his body dipped a little at ten minutes left, but he forced himself to correct it.

"Looks like you're struggling, Hector. What's the matter? Can't handle a little hard work? Do you regret joining knowing you can't do whatever you want any more? Were drugs and alcohol a more carefree lifestyle? Bet you miss those days," Marcus teased.

"I'd like to see you get down here and do this," Hector retorted coldly. Seven left.

"I'm not the one who got in trouble," Marcus grinned.

"Because you're such a good little boy," Hector scoffed. Six left.

"I might not be perfect, but at least I didn't join a gang or get addicted to drugs and alcohol. I didn't get arrested or put in juvie," Marcus smirked as Hector tried to ignore it. Four more. "I didn't get re-addicted to everything after getting clean," Hector started shaking as he put his forehead on his fists. Only two minutes to go. "Oh, I know there was one more thing…Right! Right; I didn't sell my gang out to the cops to save my own ass, and piss them off enough to kill my parents in revenge on me," everyone's eyes widened. One minute…

"Private Knight!" Stan yelled angrily. No sooner than the Drill Sergeant addressed Marcus the timer went off signaling the end of fifteen minutes. Hector pushed himself off the ground and glared at Marcus, grabbing the front of the man's uniform and raising his fist; the area was silent, waiting for Hector to strike out in anger. However; Hector never did. Instead, Hector closed his eyes, unclenched his fist and released Marcus gently, then just turned away from them and walked into his house. "Corp-," Stan began.

"Don't, Stan. I'm not sure how much you know about the situation, but it's a very sensitive subject for Hector, and it took an enormous amount of self-control for him to walk away rather than attack Marcus like he wants. It would be best to leave Hector alone, and let him calm down, or he's going to come back and rage out like you wouldn't believe. You can ask Chief Svendson or anyone here what happened last time Hector snapped on someone for bringing up what happened to his parents," Glenn put his hand on Stan's shoulder to stop him from going after Hector.

"I want to know everything," Stan looked at Glenn, who then led him away to explain. Briana, on the other hand, wasn't going to be so easy going about it.

Briana marched right up to Marcus and punched him in the face, "That is for bringing up his parents," then kicked Marcus in the balls. Everyone's eyes fell unsympathetically to Marcus who was holding his private area and rolling around on the ground in pain with a bloody nose. "And that was for everything else you put Hector through," Briana huffed then walked into the house to check on her boyfriend.