My announcement seemed to have a bigger impact on him than his did on me. He was frozen in place the moment the words left my mouth.

I stood there awkwardly waiting for him to melt, out of his frozen state. This didn't necessarily have to be a bad thing I mean, he could just been in shock because of the awful timing with the tour but we could work around it; it didn't need to be the be all and end all of everything.

"You're pregnant." He said quietly.

It wasn't a question just a general statement and I was pretty sure he was talking to himself so I just kept quiet.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He exploded. "HOW? WE USE PROTECTION." The moment the word 'protection' was out of his mouth he looked at me accusingly. "Don't we?"

His accusing tone and stare broke through my cool façade, "You're not honestly questioning if I still have the bar in or not? It's not like I can just take it out whenever I feel like it." I said sarcastically.

"Well how can you be pregnant then?" He shot back.

"Not all contraception is a hundred percent effective." I said rolling my eyes. "I knew it." I sighed. "I told Jason you were going to react this way."

"Jason knows!?" He yelled. "So, you told your friend before telling your own husband."

"He found out by accident." I yelled back. "To be honest I prefer his reaction to yours you should be happy…wait" His tone when he said "friend" just caught up with me. "What do you mean "friend"?" I asked mocking his tone.

"Well, you's seem to be spending a lot of time together, how do I know this baby is…"

My hand shot out colliding with his cheek before he could finish his sentence, "How dare you?" I nearly hissed at him. "You think I'd be that disloyal to you? That I'd cheat on you with one of your best friends? Well I hate to bring it up but I'm not the one who has a history of cheating, does the name 'Tess' ring any bells?"

His mouth snapped shut when I spoke the name he knew there was no argument he could make against mine.

"Thought so." I said turning around and making my way towards the staircase.

"Where are you going?" He asked angrily.

"To one of the spare bedrooms, it's about time someone got use out of them." I answered not even looking back at him.

"We still have to talk about this." He fumed.

"I don't want to talk right now. I might say something I regret." I said simply. "I'll see you in the morning."

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I woke up hoping that the confrontation last night was just a dream, a bad dream. I let my eyelids open slowly but when I seen the shell blue and white walls I knew I wasn't in the master bedroom so it wasn't a dream, I was in one of our spare rooms, my favourite, the one I was hoping would be our first child's room.

I stretched to work out the kinks in my body before sliding off the bed; not bothering with a robe because I'd slept in my clothes and made my way downstairs.

I wanted to work things out with Shane, as quickly as possible fighting with him was even more unbearable than fighting with Jason. And because of the fight last night I wasn't able to tell him about the doctor's today.

I gave myself a once over in the mirror at the bottom of the staircase, I looked awful my eyes were red rimmed and blood shot from crying last night, my hair was matted and in knots and my clothes were creased.

I pulled my hair back into the bobble I had around my wrist, if Shane was down here I didn't want him to feel more awful than he probably did, cause he would, he was probably beating himself up last night when I went to bed.

I couldn't fix my eyes or clothes but they would just have to do, I thought as I made my way into the kitchen.

"Shane?" I called as my foot hit the doorway of the kitchen.

There was no reply; I scanned the room for him he wasn't there, panic took over me, was this the worst of my nightmares had he walked out on me?

I ran into the hall under the stairs, his coat was gone, I felt myself begin to hyperventilate as I rushed into the living room, then the dining room, when I was sure he wasn't downstairs I ran upstairs and into our room first.

"Shane?" I called weakly while trying to keep the sobs at bay.

No reply as I scanned the room hoping I overlooked him, I felt the all too familiar sense of tears stinging my eyes.

I clamped my teeth down on my bottom lip to hold back the tears and sobs of hysteria and made my way over to our walk in wardrobe.

I pulled one door opened slowly, I felt a gush of air leave my mouth when I seen all his clothes were still there, I must've been holding my breath.

Well certainly if his clothes were here he didn't walk out on me, right? It was foolish to even have considered that Shane would walk out on me, he wouldn't our bond was far too strong.

I let myself fall onto my bed, after my emotional storm, the best thing to do was relax surely. There was a crunch sound beneath me the moment I met the bed, I rolled over and lifted the rectangular bit of white paper I'd sat on.

My name was printed on the front of it in Shane's neat written, I opened it quickly.

"Mitch, I had to go out for a bit to clear my head. Shane x"

His note crushed any sense of relief I had, 'clear his head' what did he mean by that?

Ring! Ring!

I reached absently for the phone on the bedside table.

"Hello." I answered.

"Hey Mitch. How'd it go last night?" Jason asked

"Awful Jase. I think I'll need you to come to the doctors with me today." I said glumly looking at the note in my hand.

"That's no problem I'll pick you up soon."

"Thank you. I'll see you soon."

"I'm sorry Mitchie." I thought he whispered before I hung up.