2 WEEKS AFTER THE INCIDENT
There was a little get together being held at Frank's apartment, mainly just to celebrate the fact Wes was coming, because he'd been practically dead ever since the shooting with Annalise.
There was a knock at the door, and we all held our breaths. Hoping it'd be Wes.
"Look who's back from the dead." Frank grinned.
It was him.
"Hey, Wes!" I grinned.
"Hey, bud. You don't look too bad."
"The whole vibes been off without your adorableness."
"We were gonna barge in on you in your apartment."
Michaela went to give him a small side hug.
"What's this?" Wes asked.
"Uh, study group." Michaela answered.
"Best part about it?" I raised my eyebrows. "I'm giving everyone my bomb ass notes for free."
"She must be in love with you, Wait List." Connor joked. "Even I have a hard time getting them for free."
"And that's great, because exams are in a month, in case you forgot." Michaela said.
"You mean in case he's been distracted by all the murders?" Connor asked.
"Shh." Frank shushed. "Neighbors."
"Wes, I made you copies of all our outlines." Laurel said.
He nodded, coming to grab them from her and sitting back on the couch.
"Congrats on getting out of bed." Asher said to Wes. "Whiskey helps..."
Wish I could have some of that.
"Hey, Wes, you're back." Bonnie came in.
"What are you doing here?" I smiled in her direction.
"Did they not release her?" Connor asked.
"Relax. She's home." Bonnie said.
"Alone?" I raised a brow.
"She's doing great. Stop worrying. Welcome back, Wes."
"Alright, drinks for everyone!" Frank called out, handing out beers.
"Isn't it a little early to be drinking?" Laurel asked.
"It's never too early to be drinking." Frank responded, shoving one in my face.
I took a big breath of air. "Um...not for me."
Everyone stared at me like I was crazy.
"How are you not wanting to get drunk right now?" Bonnie asked me.
Connor and I shared a look and I rubbed my face. "I have something to tell you guys..."
They looked at me in confusion and I rubbed my legs nervously. "I took a pregnancy test a few weeks ago...and...it was positive."
Everyone's jaw dropped and I groaned.
I felt hands cup my shoulders, and I looked behind me. Bonnie. She was smiling. "I'm happy for you. Just one doesn't necessarily mean anything, though."
"There were ten. I bought them. I would know." Connor stated.
"Plus it's been almost a month since my last period, and if that's not a sign enough for you, I'm vomiting three times a morning starting at exactly five in the morning." I smiled.
"Already giving us grief and she's not even born yet." Connor said.
"She?" I grinned.
"Why not." He smiled back.
"I love you." I kissed him.
"Okay, ew." Michaela shoved a pillow in our faces. "Are you being serious though?"
I nodded. "Pretty damn serious."
"You're seriously having a baby in the middle of all this shit?" Wes asked.
"It wasn't on purpose. Blame this idiot who didn't use a condom." I pointed at Connor. "But it happened. I have a human inside me right now. No going back."
Frank came back with a glass of coke. "This okay?"
"Thanks." I smiled up at him, taking it into my own hands.
"Well. Cheers to the new baby." Frank held up his beer, and we clanked glasses before sipping on them. I leaned into Connor, lifting my legs onto the couch. He wrapped an arm around me, keeping it firmly on my waist. We got to studying.
"Annalise ain't feelin' too hot so she's not gonna take the stand tomorrow." Frank informed us.
"We don't have a case against Catherine if she doesn't." Michaela scoffed.
"Why doesn't she get her lazy ass out of bed?" Asher asked.
"Relax." Frank said. "Frankie's got a plan B. We're gonna write up a witness statement the prosecution can use instead."
"Except that's hearsay, and inadmissible." Connor pointed out.
"It'll work for the purposes of prelim." Frank said back to him. "Proves a prima facie case. Here we go, let's be Annalise."
After awhile, once everyone gave their two cents, Laurel asked, "So we're done?"
"Yep. Just a little spell check, and...what'd I tell you? Typing skills like a boss." Frank smirked.
I stood and walked around to look at the screen. "You forgot to indent, and your grammar is way off." I plucked it from the table. "Typing skills doesn't mean English skills."
He raised his brows at me but I ignored him as I fixed his ever so common mistakes. Another reason among the vast variety of why he would never be a lawyer.
What was happening in Connor's apartment wasn't something I was necessarily happy about. After Asher fell out with his family, his mommy stopped paying his rent. So he lost his apartment, and in need of a living space, he was crashing with us. It was only day three, and I already wanted to die.
I was in Connor's bedroom. I'd been in the middle of trying to put on pants when Connor had me sit on the bed. He crouched down so his face was level with my stomach, and he lifted my shirt just under my chest. "Hi baby."
I grinned, a blush creeping up my cheeks.
"I'm your daddy. I know you're only like...the size of a poppy seed or something tiny, but you're my poppy seed. And your mommy's poppy seed. And we love you so so much, and I can't wait to meet you in nine months."
I rested my hand on the back of his head and caressed his hair with my thumb. "I love you."
He kissed my stomach before kissing my lips. "I love you too. And our baby."
Smiling, I leaned back and he continued to kiss me before there was a loud banging on our door. "Do you guys have any records that aren't from the early 2000's?" Asher.
"Any music that isn't from the early 2000's isn't music." I yelled back.
"Right." He coughed, walking away.
I groaned. "How much longer does he have to be here, Con?"
"Oh c'mon. His dad just died, be nice." He said softly, his finger tips grazing over my jawline.
"He doesn't seem all that upset anymore." I mumbled.
"Okay, so he's doing a great job of hiding it." His eyebrows raised and he brought his lips down to mine. I stopped them midway.
"I just wish he could have stayed somewhere else."
"Leo, you had sex with the guy, living with him for a few days can't be that bad." He stated.
"Hey, don't talk that way in front of your baby." I said pointedly.
He looked down at my stomach, mumbled, "Sorry baby." then looked back up at me. "Are you done complaining?"
"I guess."
"Great." He smirked, bringing his lips back down on mine.
It was the next day, after Annalise's court hearing. Myself and Connor hadn't bothered to go, Asher had gone, and we wanted to be on our own for a few hours whenever we got the chance. But we'd been successful, so Frank invited us back to his house for dinner, and he was proposing a toast. That was, until Bonnie came in.
"Wait for me! Just make it strong." She stated.
"We won for today." He started. "Salute."
"Salute!" We chorused.
I sipped on my water and stuck it back on the couch.
"You hungry?" Connor asked.
My eyes bulged. "We just ate two cows, plus a horse. How could I be hungry?"
He shrugged. "You're eating for two."
"I'm eating for myself and, as you said, a poppy seed. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
Groaning, I leaned against him. "Yes. I'm sure."
"Aw," Michaela said sarcastically. "Connor has a heart."
He rolled his eyes.
"He's always had a heart." I patted his chest. "He just likes to disguise it as a big black hole."
"A disguise?" Laurel snorted.
I knew Connor didn't want people to think he was heartless. And I also knew everyone saying shit like this was most definitely hurting him, although he had way too much pride to say anything. So I lowered his arm over me and I snuggled into his side, wrapping my arm around his waist. I sent him a smile, and he smiled back down at me.
"You know that you aren't heartless, right?" I asked.
We were back at home. Asher was conked out on the couch, so we took that opportunity to take a shower.
"What?" He mumbled, lathering soap over my shoulders.
"What they were saying today...you know it isn't true right? They just, don't see you the way I do. And that's just because you don't want them to get close to you. And that's okay. But they shouldn't say things like that. You're the sweetest person I know, and I love you for being so sensitive." I said softly.
I couldn't hear a peep from his mouth, although he continued scrubbing down my back between my shoulder blades. I turned around and I saw his eyes red. My heart began to ache. "Oh, Connor, don't cry."
"Whatever." He shook his head. "I've been called many things that are much worse, Leo. I'm not crying because of that."
"What's wrong?" I wrapped my arms around him tightly, staring into his eyes deeply.
He smiled lightly, his arms wrapping around me as well. "It's that you care enough to tell me I'm not. Even if you know it. You try and make me feel better."
I shrugged. "Who wouldn't?"
"Pretty much everyone in society." He chuckled, wiping his cheeks. "You're going to make a beautiful mother, Leorah."
Smiling, I rested my palms on my still flat belly. "I hope so, because I really want to compare to the amazing father you're going to be."
"Oh please." He chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.
"So." I turned around, and he resumed washing my back. "What do you think of the name Annalise?"
He pretended to gag. "Oh, yeah. Great. Name our baby after the one woman that makes our lives hell."
"But she'll make our lives hell too eventually, so isn't it fitting?" I joked.
"Even better, how about we name her Frank?"
"Now you're just being stupid." I said sarcastically.
He laughed, and we continued down the line of names we knew we would never name our future child. I loved moments with Connor such as these, he wasn't like everyone else said. Not at all.