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Gwen's POV

It was Valentine's day. The most romantic day of the year. Tre's lips softly pressed against mine, as my fingers intertwined with his. We hadn't done anything special, Tre had offered but I hadn't wanted to go anywhere. I just wanted to hang out at his place, I had decided that today was the day that I told him. Two weeks ago I was late. Like late, late. I freaked out, I hadn't told anyone, especially not Tre. I just couldn't. I tried to tell Tre that day but every time I tried to talk to him August and Griff dragged him away to discuss band practices and gig applications.

That night I canceled my plans with Liv and I drove to the CVS. I walked down my only little personal isle of shame and I picked up the stupid little blue box and paid for it with the last of my gas money. I ran every red light on the way home and I went 10 miles over the speed limit, my foot pressing down on the gas peddle almost as hard as my grip around the steering wheel.

When I got home I downed three cups of coffee, then I forced myself into the bathroom. It was now or never. I took a deep breathe, in and out, in and out. I focused on my breathing for a while, sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. After a few minutes I forced my fingers to open the box and take out the test.

Five minutes later I had washed my face twice, changed my clothes and run through my entire MCR playlist looking for a song to calm my nerves. The timer on my phone went off as Disenchanted blared through my speakers. I could hear my Dad's drunken screams rising from the kitchen downstairs, but I ignored them. Like a zombie I walked to the bathroom wear I had left the test on my counter. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing and the song lyrics.

In.

So go, go away, just go, run away.

Out.

But where did you run to?

In.

And where did you hide?

Out.

I forced my arm to reach down and pick up the test, even if my eyes were still clamped shut. In, out, in, out. I tried to focus on not hyperventilating as I slowly, opened my eyes.

You're just a sad song...

I stopped breathing.

The song not reaching my ears.

I couldn't feel anything.

My eyes clamped themselves shut again, as if that would help me pretend I was somewhere else.

I dropped the test.

I couldn't hear it clatter to the floor.

I was alone.

Alone with a pink plus.

Suddenly I am back in Tre's room. Back in his arms. I can feel his kisses getting deeper and deeper and I turn away, breaking free of his embrace. I needed to tell him.

"My God, Gwen, what the hell?" Tre said bitterly, waving his arms above his head in frustration. A reaction I wasn't expecting considering I hadn't even begun to tell him.

He must have read my dumbfounded expression.

"Gwen, what is it? What's wrong? Is it me? You haven't let me touch you for weeks now! Is it something that I did? Is there someone else? Just... just you've been so distant and you won't talk to me! You can't leave me, I wouldn't be able..." Tre trailed off, head in hands as he took a seat on his bed, I stood quietly in front of him. How could he ever think that I would leave him? I leaned down and kissed his the top of his head, my face brushing against his dark black hair.

"No, no darling. I'll never leave you, you know that, never," I cupped his face in my hands and I made him look me in the eyes, his dark blue ones staring back intently, and to my horror filled with tears.

"Then what's going on?" he asked quietly, reaching up to put his hand on mine. I sat next to him on the bed and sighed. This was it. Now or never.

"Is it your dad?" Tre asked angrily. His jaw clenched tightly and he took his hand off of mine suddenly, placing it in his lap, clenched in a fist. I smiled a little at this and I snatched his fist out of his lap.

"No, no, it's not my dad... I just-" I looked down at his hand, worn and rough from years of playing guitar. I could tell he was waiting, his beautiful eyes staring at me, watching me. I hoped the baby had his eyes.

"I'm pregnant."

Tre's POV

She looked at me then. Her face forming a weird smile that looked like a frown. She was trying not to be scared. I swept her up, into my arms and she cried. Tears spilling from her eyes onto my shoulder. She had startling eyes, the kind of eyes that struck you from across a room. I hoped the baby had her eyes.

My hand rubbed her back slowly, I told her everything would be okay, I told her I loved her, that we could do this. But could we? Could I? Could Gwen? I didn't know how. I mean, my mom would help us through financially, but just... she was 17. I was 18.

Her entire body shook. Her shoulders, her back, her hands. She was so afraid. I told her I loved her again. I told her I always would. I told her I was scared too. I told her everything would be okay. It would be. It had to be. Baby. Fetus. Child. Kid. Thing. I had never really liked kids. I didn't know how I could do this.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. Then she said it louder, and louder, and louder until she was practically screaming it, "I'm so sorry, Tre, I'm so sorry."

It took me a moment to process what she was saying. When it did I couldn't believe she was apologizing. I was the one who did this to her. It was me who put it inside her. It was my fault. Why would she be sorry. I wrapped my arms around her.

"No, no, no. You don't have anything to be sorry for. Ever. This isn't your fault, this is... a baby. We can do this, everything will be alright. I love you so much, I love you more than you could ever believe," I said into her hair, her tears slowing until there weren't any left. She just stayed in my arms and held me as I held her. Then I realized that it wasn't a mistake... how could it be. How could anything that was part of Gwen ever be a mistake to me.

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