Amelia had nothing to say to Jackson as she sat beside him on the flight, her eyes looking out of the window and onto the clouds which they flew past. She didn't know what Jackson had meant when they had been in the tunnel. He'd told her that they would sort this out one way or another. What did that even mean? Being with Jackson was like living with a riddle. He never made any sense to her and she never really knew what to say to him.

Jackson had remained quiet too, thinking about the news which had just been dropped to him. He could be a father in nine months time. He could have a son or a daughter. The thought made him pale slightly as his blue eyes quickly glanced across to Amelia who had her glasses resting on the edge of her nose as her eyes looked ready to fall closed at any moment in time. He shook his head, his hands balled up into fists as he looked at the couple who were sat across the way from them in the middle of the plane, a small child between them as they doted on it.

He shuddered at the mere thought of having to look after a child. He'd never wanted children. He'd never cared for anything mundane like a family life. Then again, he'd never cared for anyone until she sat down beside him in Coach Three, Seat Twenty Two.

He often wondered if his life would be simpler if he'd never met Amelia.

"Is that why you came with me?" Jackson asked her, snapping her out of the daydream which she had immersed herself in. She looked at him with a cocked head and wide eyes as he shook his head to himself, his hand moving over his cheeks.

"What do you mean?"

"You came with me because you knew you could be pregnant, didn't you?" he checked with her and she shook her head. "You didn't want to stay with your parents and explain to them that you're having my child so you decided to burden me with it instead!"

"You're being a jerk," Amelia snapped at him, trying to keep her voice low as Jackson shook his head, unable to believe what he was thinking. She had done it on purpose to him. "I only thought about whilst we were waiting in the airport. Not before."

"How do I know you're telling me the truth?" Jackson wondered from her and she looked slightly hurt. After everything which they had gone through he still doubted her. He still doubted her honesty and her trust towards him.

"I am," she implored him. "I don't even know if I am pregnant yet...you really don't know how to be normal do you?"

"Normal?" Jackson hissed the word. "We don't know what normal is!"

"You're acting like a real ass," Amelia informed him. "I didn't know this could happen, okay? I had no idea until earlier and I told you that. Just shut up and believe me."

Jackson gritted his teeth together but turned away from her as she turned away from him, her eyes wide and her head shaking back and forth in disbelief. How wrangling his neck seemed like an option at that moment in time.

...

"Here," Jackson snapped at Amelia, handing her the pregnancy test which he had purchased from a store in New York which was around the corner from the reasonably priced hotel which he had booked them into for a night before they headed out to another part of the world. Amelia took the box from him as she stood up from the bed and moved into the en-suite, slamming the door shut behind her. Jackson took a seat on the edge of the mattress, leaning forwards with his hands laced together whilst he thought about anything other than Amelia being pregnant.

Amelia's hands shook slightly as she set the stick down on the top of the sink and she took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, her hands holding onto the side of it as her eyes never left the pregnancy test which seemed to be staring back at her. Time went by slowly as she checked the watch on her wrist, a part of her hoping to find out but the other part of her not wanting to know. She didn't need to know.

Finally, time stopped and she stood up, looking down at the test before her hand covered her mouth and her eyes closed, her whole body collapsed to the floor with fear as Jackson's ears pricked up at hearing the noise. He stood up and moved to the bathroom door, knocking once and receiving no answer. Taking things into his own hands, he opened the door and saw her sat on the floor, the pencil skirt she wore rose up to her upper thigh as she remained quiet, her head resting against the cold wall.

"It's positive," she finally croaked up and he looked across to her and then back at the test which sat in the sink. He sighed once, his hands tugging through his hair as he turned on the spot, his back hitting the wall and he slowly sunk down to sit beside her.

"What now?" Amelia wondered from him and he looked at her, seeing that she had begun to cry as red circles moved around her eyes. He shrugged, wondering if he should even ask her that question or not.

"Do you want to...well...keep it?" he asked in a low mutter and Amelia nodded in response. There was no way she was getting rid of it. "And do you want...to stay...with me?"

"Jackson," she whispered. "If you don't want-"

"-That's not what I said," Jackson told her with a shake of his head. "I asked if you wanted to stay with me, Amelia."

"Yes," she admitted to him.

"Okay," he nodded, trying to keep his calm as he thought long and hard. Amelia noted the sudden change in him and wondered where it had come from. He'd gone ballistic when she had first told him and now he was full of peace and serenity.

"You're not mad?" she asked and he shook his head, gulping loudly before he looked back to her.

"Would being mad help me?" he asked and she bit down on her bottom lip. "You're pregnant and that is all there is to it. Me being angry won't get us anywhere and it won't change the fact that you're having a baby."

"Thank you," Amelia said, her voice sincere as Jackson nodded and she leant across to kiss his cold cheek. He nodded once at her and the pair of them remained seated in their own silence.

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A/N: He handled it a bit better this time round! Anyway, thank you to trudes193, CuteSango07 and Bradly93 for reviewing the previous chapter! Do let me know what you think!