A/N: This chapter was a little hard to write so I apologise if it's crap. I have loads of ideas for after the baby is born, it's just getting there that's going to be difficult.

Disclaimer: As before.

"Prom is soon"

Sighing, Haven turned, walking down between the racks of baby clothes as her mom followed with the cart. She feigned interest in a cute little outfit that said 'My mom doesn't want your advice', pretending she hadn't heard her mother, but before long, JJ was standing beside her.

"Haven? What's the matter?"

Haven shrugged, setting the outfit back on the rack before turning to her mom.

"I don't wanna go," she admitted softly, her eyes remaining on the floor.

"Why not?" JJ asked gently, stepping in closer to Haven as another woman walked down the aisle.

Waiting until the lady had turned at the end of the aisle and disappeared, Haven lifted her face up to meet her mom's eyes.

"Because...there is no way I'm going to look pretty in a prom dress looking like this," she said sadly, gesturing to the swell of her stomach.

"Haven, don't be ridiculous," JJ replied with a sigh.

Haven shook her head, shrugging as she turned back towards the baby clothes. "The only person I want to go with anyway is Connor...and I don't know what's going on with him"

JJ frowned. "What do you mean?"

"He just...seems a bit distant. I think he's a bit overwhelmed...but I don't know what to do," Haven admitted. "I'm worried about him"

"Maybe you should go over there this afternoon and talk to him," JJ suggested.

"I don't know," Haven sighed.

"Relationships don't go anywhere if you just leave the problems where they are," JJ said gently, putting an arm around Haven's shoulders. "Talk to him, ok?"

Haven nodded, her fingers lingering on the shirt she'd been looking at before.

"And as for prom...Haven, you're going to look gorgeous no matter what. If you want to go, we will find a dress that works for you, and I promise you will look amazing," JJ said warmly. "Just because you can't wear what you might've worn a year ago, doesn't mean we can't find something just as beautiful"

Smiling weakly, Haven leaned into her mom for a short hug.

"And I'm buying that shirt," JJ murmured. Haven laughed, pulling it from the rack and placing it in her mom's hand.

"Thanks Mom...for everything"

When Connor opened the door that afternoon, Haven had been surprised by his ragged appearance. He hardly looked well at all. In fact, Haven thought he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. His hair was a far cry from his usual well combed style, and his pale skin only highlighted the dark circles under his eyes.

"Hey," he said tiredly, stepping forward and kissing Haven as a small smile cast a tiny bit of light across his face.

"Hey you. You ok?" Haven asked, keeping her arms looped around his waist as she looked up at him with concern.

Connor shrugged, pulling away and taking Haven's hand as he led her inside.

"Just having a rough week I guess. Stressed about finals results. Not sleeping well," he mumbled.

"I swear you get like this around results every year, Connor, and you always do well. You just need to relax," Haven said gently as they walked through the empty house to Connor's room.

"Yeah...well this year I have some different circumstances," he said quietly.

Haven frowned. "Are you blaming me and this pregnancy?"

Connor looked up, worriedly reaching out for Haven's hands as he sat on the end of his bed. "No, no Haven, I'm not blaming you at all. I'm just saying...this baby has brought a lot of changes into our lives, and it's just adding some extra pressure in areas that were already stressful. I promise I don't blame you or the baby at all... I love you, Haven. You've been just about the only thing keeping me sane"

Looking down, Haven felt her stomach drop when she saw three partially healed cuts lining Connor's left wrist.

"Connor...," she breathed.

Connor chuckled weakly. "It's ok. I was trying to core an apple and I was so tired that the knife kept slipping"

Smiling softly, Haven straddled his lap, looping her arms around his neck. "We're gonna be ok, you know that? You're gonna be ok"

Connor's eyes twinkled as he tipped his face up to kiss Haven.

"I know," he whispered after a gentle kiss, his hands sliding up Haven's back.

Haven pressed her lips to his again, only this time, the resulting kiss was far more passionate than the last. His hands were roaming up the back of her shirt, and every nerve in her body was suddenly begging to be touched.

Connor lay back, pulling Haven over the top of him as the kiss deepened. His hands looped around her bra clasp, making Haven break the kiss and look at him for a moment.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked softly.

Connor nodded. "As long as you are"

Haven's response was a passionate kiss.

Night was falling and Haven had fallen asleep, curled up against Connor with her head tucked beneath his chin.

Still awake, Connor was running gentle circles on Haven's belly, a little thrill of joy running through him with every tiny kick and flutter he felt beneath her skin.

It was still surreal. That they were really having a baby.

Connor knew times would be tough. He knew that the coming weeks would bring even more stress than he was already facing.

But he loved Haven, and he loved their child already.

Taking a deep breath, he held Haven closer to him, savouring the feeling of her bare skin against his. As he closed his eyes, he reminded himself of all the things in his life that overshadowed the frustration and pain.

One day, it would all be worth it. The day he got to hold his baby girl would make the stress and anxiety completely worth it.