Author's Note: Omfg! I'm sorry I haven't updated! My inspiration deserted me (I guess you can say major writer's block)! I'll try to update more otherwise enjoy and thank you for anyone who read/reviewed etc.


Warning(s): AU, underage, sexual content, mpreg, language, etc. Rated M for a reason.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.


Chapter eight: Better

Chase's P.O.V

I wake up feeling groggy and worse for wear. The machines that monitor my baby create an almost soothing buzz around the room. Few twinges on my lower stomach make me bite my lip and breath deeply as I try to manage the pain.

The door opens to reveal Adam with a styrofoam cup of black bitter coffee if the smell is anything to go by. He smiles as soon as he sees me wide awake but I hate when it disappears just as quickly when I grimace.

"What wrong?" He asks.

"My tummy aches," I answer.

He places his drink on the bedside table and presses the emergency button on the side of the hospital bed. In mere minutes, Owen walks in hurriedly. He checks the machines before turning to face us.

"What's wrong?"

I bite my lip in pain and wait for Adam to answer him. And he does.

"Cramps, pain still."

"Do you mind if I check you over?" He asks gently.

I lift the gown up over my stomach and I'm glad my dignity is preserved by the thin blanket over my lower half. I lie down flat as his now gloved hand reaches to touch my tummy. He probes and presses down causing me to hiss.

He offers me an apologetic look but I know it's just precaution.

"I'll get the ultrasound machine again to see the baby's progress," he says.

"Okay," I mumble.

He walks out and Adam replaces him as he slips into the bed.

"How do you feel?" He questions.

"Tired and in pain. My body hurts, my head is killing me and I think I will throw up any second on you," I reply truthfully.

He chuckles at my reply but pulls me closer to his own body until there's barely any space between us.

I look up at his relief filled expression and I can't help but wonder, "how long have I been asleep?"

He looks away from me for a moment before responding.

"Two days."

I gawk utterly surprised.

"That long?"

He nods.

"A-Adam?"

"I won't let them hurt you again. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry the stress almost caused you to miscarry," he whispers.

It's so low I can barely make out the broken words.

"We're okay," I reassure.

"If I were more attentive maybe this wouldn't have happened," he grits.

"Maybe if you were more attentive it could've been worse," I counter.

He looks taken aback and hurt by my respose.

I take his warm large hand in mine and press it to my rounding aching tummy.

"You woke up and you came just in time to save us. Adam, I'm grateful and I love you. If I...if we lose the baby I would be torn and broken but it just wasn't meant to be. It wasn't the right time and I..." I get choked up at the words, "and I would still love you. The baby, this baby, would forever be in our hearts even after... God, Adam," I whimper.

He pulls me in his arms with one hand plastered on my tummy.

"The baby would've loved you. You'll be an amazing papa," he mumbles to my temple.

"I'm sorry," I hiccup.

He shakes his head and his arms tighten just a bit more before helping me lie down. He pulls up the t-shirt he most likely changed for me and nuzzles the taut skin of my stomach.

"You have to be okay," he whispers.

I run my fingers shakily through his hair.

"You have to fight and be strong baby. Your papa and I love you so much but you need to fight sweetie. You have to be alright," he continues.

I feel a wet drop land on my baby bump and I know Adam is crying. His defenses are down and he's as vulnerable as we are. Exposed.

"Please," he begs one more time before placing a gentle kiss to the baby.

I close my eyes tightly and I silently pray for my baby's safety.

A light knock on the door let's us know that Owen is outside and ready. Adam calls out to let him in as he climbs off the bed and stands beside me.

Owen smiles sadly as he starts up the machine and I hold on to Adam's hand, afraid of letting go. He moves the transducer over the cold gel and presses a few buttons. Soon the heart beat filters the room and I can't help but cry.

"Baby's heartbeat is a bit lower and it's a bit distressed so I recommended to not stress otherwise everything seems fine. The pain is probably phantom pain left by the attack," he explains.

I try to tear my eyes away from the screen but I can't. At ten weeks I can clearly see the shape of my baby. Its no longer a blob on the screen, it's now more defined and I can see as it curls around itself moving as it does. I gasp at the movement and cry harder, that's my baby. That's what we're fighting for, trying so hard to protect. That little being that is now our whole world.


Adam's P.O.V

I watch as Chase sleeps peacefully on the bed. He's on his side facing me as I read a book to entertain myself. Watching our baby and seeing as it stretched inside of him made my heart skip. It's so tiny, so small, and already it has taken over our world completely.

When Chase had resigned himself to lose the baby I knew it was my job to protect them both. He had cried until he exhausted himself to sleep. It's all he seems to do nowadays and I understand. He's losing energy to grow our baby inside of him and bring it into the world. I couldn't help the sheer panic when he hadn't woken up for two days straight though, no matter how much Owen reassured me that they were fine. It still pains me to see him hooked up on so many machines.

"'dam," he moans tiredly.

I look up from the book and mark the page I was currently reading.

"Are you hungry?" I ask knowing that he hasn't eaten anything solid for three days.

"Yeah," he answers.

"Do you want some soup?"

Chase furrows his brows but his eyes don't seem to open. For a moment I thought he went back to sleep until he responded.

"Hmhm," he hums, "chicken noodle soup."

I make to get up but his cold small hand wraps around my wrist and tugs at my arm weakly. I sit back down but not before sending a quick text to Bree. I smooth the worried lines of Chase's pale face and kiss his warm forehead.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm really tired," he yawns.

"Don't go back to sleep," I chastise.

He grumbles annoyed but opens his eyes anyway.

I smile lovingly at him when he pouts and kiss it away making him smile in return.

"Better?"

He sighs contentedly and nods.

I help rise the bed into a more sitting position as Bree comes in with the tray of food which is more than I asked for. When I questioned her she simply smiled.

"You need to eat too," she winks.

I roll my eyes but accept the food gratefully. She's right, ever since the incident I haven't really eaten a proper meal. I felt consumed by the concern toward Chase. He's still so young and I know that a miscarriage would tear him apart.

I take a seat on the bed side Chase with the tray on my lap. He immediately cuddles to my side as I begin to feed him.

"Easy okay? I don't want you to get sick," I smile.

"'kay," he nods.

He takes another spoonful of soup and sighs happily eating.

"Good?"

"Yeah."

A few minutes later he finishes and snuggles closer. My arm wraps around his body as his head rests on my chest.

"Adam?"

"Hm?"

"C-Can we still...you know?" He trails off.

"Know what?" I ask looking befuddled.

He starts blushing a deep pink. It tints his cheeks and travels down his body. I take advantage and nip at his neck and nibble on his ear. A small gasp escapes him.

"What is it baby?" I repeat.

"Can we still...make love?" He gulps.

I pull him tighter and cradle him in my arms.

"I'll ask Owen, I don't want to hurt you or our baby," I whisper into his soft hair.

"I trust you," he smiles brightly.

"It's not about trust sweetheart, it's about the strain your body can take," I explain.

He bites his lip, "I can handle it."

I chuckle at how adorable he is at this moment.

"Get better first."

"Okay, I love you Adam."

"And I, you."