A/N: Hey everyone! I am so sorry that it has taken me a ridiculously long time to update. I, like most writers do at some point, completely lost my writing muse. But, luckily, it seems that I might have found it again, in any case here is another chapter. I hope you enjoy it :)

The door slammed, shaking the surrounding structure as Chase stormed into the house. Blake winced as he imagined the doorframe shaking violently. He folded his newspaper and sat it on the table beside the chair as his younger brother stomped his way into the living room.

"Is something wrong?" Blake asked, barely able to contain the sound of 'I-really-don't-care-but-I'm-going-to-ask-anyway' from his voice. Chase glared at his brother as he flopped down into a chair.

"It's Andie," he began, choosing to ignore Blake's tone of voice.

"What about her?" Blake inquired, trying to hide his interest.

"She's…she's pregnant!" Chase shook his head in dismay as the words left his lips. Blake took a deep breath as his heart began to race. He should've known that Andie would've told Chase, after all they were basically best friends, he just wondered how much she told him. He scanned his brothers face, trying to determine whether or not Andie had told him who the father was.

"Oh?" he said, trying to sound as though he didn't really care.

"I can't believe it! She's…urgh! If only…if only I could get my hands on the bastard that did it to her!" Chase roared. He put his face in his hands and shook his head.

"What? You don't think she wants to have a baby?" Blake asked, he tried to disguise the genuine concern in his voice but found himself failing.

"She's barely seventeen Blake! She's not old enough to be a mother!" Chase argued. Blake was surprised at how riled up his younger brother was becoming, it had been a long time since he had seen him like this. He began to wonder why he was overreacting like this, and then it hit him, Chase was in love with Andie.

The realisation hit him like a ten tonne truck – his baby brother was in love with the woman of his dreams. He'd never really thought about it before, but he could see it now, the look Chase got when he spoke about the fiery young woman, the way he smiled softly as she walked by; it all seemed to hit him now. His relationship with his brother was just starting to get back on track. After years of constant feuds they were beginning to put things behind them, but Blake knew that when Chase found out that he was the father of Andie's baby things would be worse than they ever were.

He picked up the newspaper again and unfolded it. He opened it as though he were going to start reading it but found that he couldn't focus, all he could think about was Andie and their unborn child. He glanced over at Chase who had fallen into an angry silence, before slamming the paper down on the table again and leaving the room.

The knock on the door startled Andie out of her slumber. Groaning she pulled herself up into a sitting position and moved off the couch in the direction of the front door.

"Hello?" she said as she opened the door. She smiled when she saw Blake standing on her doorstep. Stepping to the side she gestured for him to enter. He looked cautiously around him before walking quickly through the open door. She closed the door behind him and led him into the lounge room, taking a seat on the couch she had been occupying. Blake sat down beside her. Neither spoke for a few minutes, they simply sat in silence.

"Are you ok?" Blake asked breaking the silence. Andie looked up at him and smiled.

"Yeah, 'course I am," she replied, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Chase, you told him didn't you?"

"I...Blake, I, I just felt like I had to tell him. No one else knows, and I won't tell them, because I know that if I do tell them that they'll start asking questions and we can't afford questions right now. But, it's hard Blake, this is one of the most exciting and frightening times of my life, and I feel as if I'm going through it alone. I know that I have you but, I don't have anyone else, I mean Sarah doesn't even know! I'm almost three months pregnant and I have no one to tell me what to expect or what to do. So, I just told him," Andie blurted, her words coming out as an endless stream. Tears started to fill her eyes.

"I'm sorry Andie, I really am. I know this is hard for you but Chase, he, he can't find out, not right now anyway. I hate that you feel as though you're doing this alone, but no matter what I'm here for you," he wrapped his arms around her and drew her into a hug. Using one hand he brushed the hair away from her forehead and placed a kiss to her skin.

The sat in companionable silence for a long time, Andie surrounded by Blake's arms, her eyes were closed as silent tears fell down her cheeks. His hand stroked her hair in a soothing rhythm. It wasn't meant to be this hard, and if they, no, he, were anyone else it wouldn't be anywhere near as hard. If he were someone else then she wouldn't have to keep her pregnancy such a secret, if he were just a student or someone other than a teacher, then things would be normal. If he were anyone other than who he was, then Andie could proudly tell her friends and family about the life growing inside her, but because he wasn't, she had to keep it to herself.

Blake rocked them gently until he felt her tears subside. She moved in his arms, pressing her face into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Sitting up and pulling out of his embrace slightly, she wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I dunno, breakdown like that,"

"Andie, sweetheart, it's ok, you really don't need to apologise, if anyone should be apologising it'd be me," Blake took her hands in his and held them tight.

"I just, I..."Andie began. Blake leaned in and pressed a gentle and loving kiss to her lips. Andie gave herself into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her body so that she sat on his lap, one leg on either side of him. She moved her lips against his, never pushing for more than a simple, tender kiss. His hands skimmed over her body coming to rest on her hips. He traced circles on her hips with his thumbs; slow, lazy circles. His lips caressed hers with a slowly growing intensity, but maintaining the tenderness; the sweet, loving tenderness that made her love him all the more.

Using her arms around his neck she pulled herself in closer to him so that her breasts pressed gently against his chest. Her fingers wound themselves into his short, dark hair as her lips pressed against his with more fervour. His tongue brushed over her lips, coaxing them open. Parting her lips she gladly welcomed his tongue as it began to dance with hers. One hand slipped from his hair, her fingers leaving a hot trail as they ran down his chest to the waist band of his jeans.

He moaned against her lips when the cool touch of her fingers met his bare skin as she slipped her hand below his waistband. His hand moved from her hip to the front of her sweatpants. Deftly he undid the tie and started to ease them off her body. Andie broke their kiss and pulled away from him. Standing up she quickly removed her sweatpants before moving to straddle him again. Smiling seductively at him she engaged him in another deep kiss. His hands returned to her body coming to rest on her firm bottom. Maintaining the kiss, her hands reached for his belt buckle. She fumbled for a moment before unclasping his belt, pulling it loose and sending it flying to the floor.

Breaking away from his lips Andie focussed on Blake's jeans, her sole aim to quickly remove them from his body. Blake let out a low laugh as Andie struggled with his jeans. He moved his hands from her body so that they covered hers.

"Let me," he whispered. Andie pulled her hands away and watched as Blake quickly removed his jeans, along with his shoes and socks, and deposited them in a pile on the floor. As he sat back down on the couch he pulled Andie with him so that she once again straddled him.

"Andie, I love you," he smiled as his hands caressed her lower back. Andie's eyes lit up. Her hands moved to cup his face.

"I love you too," she whispered. She stroked his cheek gently. Her eyes locked on his as she leaned in and pressed a loving kiss to his lips. Maintaining eye contact, he kissed her back, his lips moving smoothly over hers. Slowly the kiss changed. The slow, gentleness of the kiss disappeared to be replaced by urgent desire. Their lips pressed together passionately, his hands moved to touch her slowly expanding stomach.

Their remaining clothing disappeared, piece by piece, and they were soon pressed against each other - bare skin on bare skin. He loved the feel of her bare, tender skin beneath his fingers. He moved one hand from the small of her back and brought it down to caress her thigh. His nimble fingers traced a delicate line along her inner thigh before brushing against her hot, wet centre. A low moan escaped her lips at the sensation of his fingers touching where she needed him most. Her head rolled back on her shoulders as she gasped in air as his finger gently caressed her moist folds.

"Please…"she moaned quietly, pressing herself against his hand.

"I need you…please…" she whimpered. She leaned her head forward and captured his lips in a searing kiss. Her hands tugged at his hair as his moved away from her hot core. With one hand on either hip he held her still as he slowly pushed into her. She broke away from his kiss and let loose a low moan as he filled her. Her muscles tightened around him as he began to move slowly. Their bodies rocked together with a gentle intimacy, each movement was deliberate and elicited pleasure from them both.

Andie pulled herself closer to him, increasing the pace and force. Gradually their slow love making turned in a desperate need for each other. Gone were the tender touches and lingering kisses, all that was left was their raw passion for each other. He felt her body begin to tremble in his arms as her climax approached. Her lips tore away from his as she threw her head back and let out a moan. His lips moved to her neck where they kiss and sucked at the creamy flesh. He kept moving within her as she came falling down from her high. Feeling her clench around him brought him to the edge and he was soon joining her in the aftermath of ecstasy.