How It Goes – Chapter 8 – Parenthood

(A/N: Ready for a future one? After all the Celi/Eclare scenes I decided to make this a very interesting oneshot :) Well, not really interesting, but… Eh. Eli's face while Clare was screaming :3 Pure Gold… Goldsworthy. And the ring on her finger! Eli's skull ring, ahh!)


18 Years Old

I twist the abstinence ring around and sigh, leaning back against Eli's chest. He smirks and plucks the ring from my finger. "Pure Hearts Wait," He recites, raising an eyebrow, even though he's seen the ring everyday for 3 years. I roll my eyes, this is a usual occurrence when you're dating somebody who's a pro at pissing people off, and take his ring, the one with the silver skull.

He frowns and narrows his eyes at me. I jokingly toss it onto his lap and he scoffs, placing my abstinence ring on the coffee table. I reach for it but he stops me, grabbing my hand and stroking it.

I melt a bit, staring straight into his eyes. We have a brief staring contest, and soon enough he blinks, pulling me into his lap. I'm usually content being in this position, but this time it's different. I shift around, uncomfortable, and peer over at him. He's not watching me. Instead, he's eyeing the ring on the table, almost glaring at it. I giggle slightly at the sight, but it vanishes quickly when his eyes return to me, a desperate look in his eyes.

He's pulling me closer and closer, and in the next few minutes, we're wrapped up in something we shouldn't be doing.

Goodbye purity.


Nine Months.

Eli had taken a few minutes to himself outside. I couldn't blame him. If I could, I would leave the room too. But instead I'm sitting up, my newborn son, Elliot, in my arms, while the old nerd herd gathers around the bed.

I smile down at Elliot, who's currently sleeping, and gently touch his cheek. It's smooth and warm. Just like his father's. I hear the door creak open, and Alli and Adam move to reveal Eli, shaking, in the doorway.

"Hey," I whisper softly, smiling. It relaxes him and he walks up, staring at the infant covered in a blue blanket. A smile slowly creeps onto his face as he wraps an arm around me. I lean into him, just like I did that one night, nine months ago and he reaches out, pointing at the blanket. I nod and he carefully takes Elliot into his arms.

"Wow," I can hear him whisper as Alli, Darcy, Jenna, Rebecca, and my mother stand next to me. Rebecca rests a hand on her son's shoulder and grins. "You'll be an excellent father, Elijah," She whispers excitedly.

He beams and the nurse slowly walks up, taking Elliot away. "We have to bring him to the nursery. It would also be best if Miss. Edwards gets some sleep." She smiles, rocking Elliot. The others nod and slowly bid their goodbyes, congratulating Eli and me.

Soon, we're the only ones in the room. "Pretty scary; standing in a hospital, holding your own child." He turns to me, a look of peace displayed on his features. I laugh and nod. "It's scary. But at the same time, it's something you'll never want to forget."