"'It's OUR kid!'

The front door banged shut.

She sobbed."

Tori sat on his bed. During the past hour, she had cleaned the dishes and the table. Prepared a dessert for herself, and eaten it. She watched the late night news, and a Late Night talk show. All of that, while crying. She was crying, and counting the minutes since Beck had left.

She liked to think that, eventually, he would talk to her. Show up at the door, and say something... Anything. It was his apartment after all. She sigh, looking around. The place was empty, he could leave and never come back if he wanted to. Buy new clothes, and live happily in Chicago. Leave her alone to take care of the pregnancy. As after as she knew, he could be on a plane that exact second. She was the only thing holding him in Vancouver, and now...

She cried harder. Her mind wandering back to the day she had.

It was half past eleven, when she left the doctor's office. She had her hand resting on her stomach, as she walked to the skytrain station. She sat on the single seat on the back, staring out the window. It took ten minutes until arriving at her stop, but she didn't have the strength to get up and go. Instead she stayed, looking out the window. Like somehow, it would give her answer. She was four weeks pregnant. If she wanted to end it, she would have to do it soon. If she wanted to end it... She wouldn't have to tell Beck about any of it.

She was still at the train, when her phone rang. It was Beck, asking her to come over. By then, she had made up her mind. To keep the pregnancy a secret, go back to her old job and continue with her life. Needless to say she was shocked when laying eyes on him, and her mind and body ached for her to say the truth. Now she wished she hadn't.

She jumped on the bed, as the bedroom door suddenly opened. "Alright." Beck said, walking in.

"Be-" She began, but he cut her off.

"Let me talk first." He stood in front of her, looking down. For a few seconds he stayed in place, before sitting down. "I thought about it a lot." Her heart raced fast as her mind was. She wasn't even crying anymore. "I'm all in." Tori glared at him, stunned. "We're thirty years old, we can raise a kid."

"What about the distance?" Tori said, with a shaky voice. "I can't fly to Chicago every time the child wants to see you."

"You won't have to." He said, calmly. "Come to Chicago with me. Marry me." He cupped her cheek, kissing her. "I love you. I don't see why we can't raise a kid, start a life together."

He took out a ring, and it was too big. She didn't care. "Y-yes!"

The next morning Beck woke up at seven. He turned off his fiance's alarm. He watched her sleep peacefully, with bags under her eyes and messy hair. He smiled, and walked out. He stared out at the English Bay, it was rainy day. He thought about how he was feeling, and how he should be feeling. He should be desperate, looking to escape. Accepting the inevitable future with the woman he got pregnant, dreading it.

He felt hope. The future began to make more sense, and became clear. He wanted to skip to their wedding, and then skip to the birth. He wanted their life to begin, to move in with her. Look for good schools, and buy a crib. Even the thought of wiping diapers sounded nice. He suddenly realized, he wasn't going to feel alone anymore. He wasn't going to wake up alone, eat alone, and watch TV alone. He was going to build a family.

The rain poured down his window. He walked inside his office, and opened his suitcase. He sat down on the floor, and used the cardboard box as a table. Opening his laptop, and sighing. For the first time in years he felt inspired, words ran through his mind. He wrote a poem, entitled 'Her'. It was cliché, but he didn't pay too much attention to titles. When Tori woke up, he read it to her. She told him she would never get tired of listening to it. He said it was just for her, a secret between the two of them.

After lunch they called their parents. While the reactions were similar, they were also completely different. Holly and David Vega were ecstatic. She wanted to know all of the details about the wedding, and he wanted to meet men who was marrying his daughter. Her sister, Trina, cried when learning that Beck was a millionaire, and asked if he had a single friend. The couple kept the pregnancy to themselves. Beck's parents were also happy. They talked to Tori on the phone, and were very polite. Mrs. Oliver told them she wanted grandkids, and asked if he was going to be on Forbes that year. Since she had already bought a new frame, though she would gladly throw it away.

Since Tori only had a week to pack all of her things, they decided to postpone the wedding. After they settled in Chicago, they would comeback for the weekend and have the ceremony. On that same weekend, they went to the local courthouse and signed the papers. Only their families showed up, and the couple was relieved to see that everyone got along. Both their Mothers agreed they should do a religious ceremony, but neither Beck or Tori worried about that. They were already satisfied with the rings on their fingers, and the future ahead of them.

A/N: It was a short chapter, I know. I'll try to write more on the next one, PLEASE REVIEW. Love,

- Kiribati