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SONNY POV

Chad kissed my neck softly, running his hand up my side as I curled my arms underneath one of my pillows. I'm on mandatory rest; I'm bored and kinda pissed off for… two reasons. My body feels weird. I'm not talking about being pregnant weird but I'm just tired of eating. The hospital was putting food into my mouth nonstop. My stomach was full all the time. It made me feel piggish. I did want to throw it up but with all the restrictions I had in the hospital… I couldn't. Then Chad is here. I don't like being babied and that's what he's going to do. He's constantly checking if I'm okay no matter how many times I tell him. It's going to get kind of annoying today. I sighed when his hand went alone the curve of my waist again and closed my eyes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good…" I said to him.

"How's your stomach feel?" He murmured into the back of my neck and switched directions with his hands.

"It's not bothering me," I replied. "How do you feel?"

"If I told you the truth, you'd be mad."

"You're mad at me…"

"Just a little bit, yeah," I figured that out on my own. Chad hasn't really spoken to me that much unless I had to eat or I was having a problem with my stomach.

"I'm sorry,"

"For what?" I took his hand, leading it under my shirt and over the spot where our kid was growing. His thumb stroked it slowly.

"Being stupid."

"You're not stupid, Sonshine. You're afraid,"

"I'm sorry that I'm afraid..." I changed my answer.

"Do you know what you're afraid of?"

"Changing, not being myself…" I replied, pushing a loose lock of hair behind my ear. I wanted to say "Not being what you want." But it wouldn't form in my mouth.

"You'll still be weird, happy, giddy, Sonny. You'll just be… that and a mom." I chuckled shortly and shook my head.

"A mom at seventeen. Yeah, my life is great. I mean, my dad hates me, my parents are separating, you and Jake are eventually gonna kill each other… this is the life," He chuckled loudly and breathed into my hair.

"Jake and I… are never going to get along after what happened. He's holding himself back from killing me and… I'm just trying to make sure you're okay. I don't blame Jake though. If I had a younger sister, I'd be in jail by now."

"So what are you going to do if it's a girl?" I turned my head a little and waited for his answer. He hummed and rubbed small circles on my stomach.

"Oh God, we're both attractive. We're gonna make an attractive baby and then she's gonna become a teenager... I'm gonna have to buy a gun,"

"What?" I chuckled.

"She won't see daylight." I laughed blurted from my lips and I turned my body all the way around, looking at him. He was being completely serious. "It's gonna be bad,"

"Wait so… what if she turns seventeen and she falls in love with some guy that's… twenty three?" He shook his head and walked his fingers up my spine.

"Shh… let's not think about that. We don't even know the sex yet." He put his finger to my lip and grinned. I took his finger between my teeth and bit down on it lightly. "Are you excited about your mom's house?"

"No."

"It's on the beach. It's going to be fun living on the beach. I'd have fun,"

"No, you wouldn't. You'll be thinking about how your parents aren't together anymore and then you'd blame yourself."

"Sonny, it's not your fault. Why do you feel so much guilt about everything?" He inquired, pulling back so I saw his blue eyes. "Nothing is your fault, Sonny."

"It seems like it is. I don't know. I'm acting crazy…" I put my hand over my mouth when I yawned.

"Stop stressing out over this stuff, okay?" I nodded. "You should find a way to let out all that stress. Maybe that'll help."

"I had a way but I'm not allowed for a whole two weeks and since you're persistent on following doctors' orders," I pointed out and took his hands off me. "No touching, Sonny."

"Fine." He moved in for a kiss but I put my hand on his lips and pushed him back.

"No kissing, Sonny either." He scoffed and grabbed my hand, taking it off his mouth and holding it in his hand. I used my other and put it over my mouth. He groaned and got on his knees, grabbing at my hand.

"Stop." He laughed.

"No, you don't get to kiss me." He smirked, snatching my arms and pinning them over my head. He leaned down and press his lips to mine. I caught his lip between my teeth and smiled.

"Ow?" He quirked a brow.

"Are you going to stop?"

"No," I bit down just a little bit harder. "Okay…" He whimpered and pulled back. He narrowed his eyes, diving for my neck and ravishing it roughly and holding my arms in place. I squirmed underneath him, trying to break free but I couldn't.

"Chad… stop…" I breathed out in a laugh and pushed my hips into his. He kissed down my neck and in between my breasts, looking up with a smirk on his face. "Stop." I giggled.

"Say please…"

"You are risking my health."

"Technically, you can have sex. I looked it up." I laughed loudly and curled my fingers in his hair when he left a trail of kisses down my abdomen.

"What's the technicality?"

He looked up. "I can't be rough,"

"Oh… that sucks for you but… I'm not having sex with you." I patted his head and sat up. "And you're not having sex with me,"

"What?" He blurted out with a smirk.

"You're having sex with yourself for the next two weeks," I winked and moved from underneath him. "It won't be hard..."

He narrowed his eyes and rolled over on his back. "Really, Sonny, really?"

"Yes, Chad, yes."

"See… you could've been saying that in a very pleasurable way right now," I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.

"Don't you have to go to work?"

"No, I took the week off." My face dropped. Why is he staying home from work? That's not good.

"Why?"

"To help you get better…"

"But I'm fine,"

"We aren't going to have this discussion, Sonny." He pushed himself up on his elbows and rose a brow at me. "You can't really be left alone right now."

"Yes, I can."

"No, you can't,"

"Do you think I'm going to throw up? Is that what it is?" I scoffed out. Why doesn't he just say it instead of keeping it inside?

He doesn't want to hurt you…

"Frankly, yeah. I don't trust you to be alone," He stated and stood up from the bed. My nostrils flared a bit. I can be alone.

No… you can't.

"I can be alone, Chad. I'm not a baby."

"You're not but you're carrying a baby- my baby in particular," He started and opened up the closet doors. "Let's not put him in more jeopardy than he already is."

"He's not in any jeopardy. I'm keeping him healthy,"

"Now. Before he wasn't all that healthy before." I jumped off the bed and walked into the doorway, watching him step into a pair of jeans. "You're still not all that healthy, Sonny."

"I'm trying to get better but it's not going to work if you hound me,"

"Baby, it's only a week." He snorted and shrugged his shoulders. "It's more a precautionary thing, alright?"

I grinned angrily and shook my head. "Precautionary?"

"Yeah, you know… I'm making sure nothing happens in the future. You're bulimic. You don't honestly think that it would go away like that?" He snapped his finger. I was annoyed. To annoyed to listen to anything else he says. I turned on my heel and walked out of the bedroom. "Sonny." He called out behind me. I walked into the bathroom and closed it behind me, reaching out to lock it but… there wasn't a lock. It was a completely different knob. What the hell.

"Chad, where's the lock on the…" When I opened the bathroom door, he was standing on the opposite side with his hands on his hips. I braced my hands on my hips, exhaling heavily. "Where's the lock on the bathroom door?"

"I took it off. I couldn't take any risks."

"Wow." I hissed and dropped my hands. "You really don't trust me,"

"I trust you… I do,but I don't want you hurting yourself anymore." I was… beyond mad. I kind of have a right to be. My jaw tightened and I huffed out a breath of air. I pushed my hair out of my face and bit my bottom lip. There was nothing for me to say to him. Turning around I turned on the sink and cupped my hand under the coldwater, patting it on my face. His hands gripped my waist and ran up my sides. "Don't be mad…"

I frowned, taking a towel blindly and patting my face. "I'm not mad."

"Yes, you are," Chad murmured. "I'm just trying to help."

I shrugged him off me and kept my eyes off of his. "Taking the lock off the door isn't really helping."

"You have an attitude and I really don't understand why."

"Take some time and figure it out," I moved around him and walked into the bedroom.

"You're acting like a bitchy baby, Sonny."

"Great." I went into the closet and found a pair of jeans, sliding them up my legs and fastening the button. I put on a Guns N' Roses t shirt and sighed.

"Is that the last box?" Grady asked as I slammed the trunk of my mother's car and walked up the steps of the beach house.

"Yes." I grumbled and walked through the door he held open. Yes… I was still mad at Chad.

There wasn't another house for at least twenty feet away. The beach house my mother bought has a white exterior, not showing much from the outside. It looked like a normal house. It had a wraparound porch with three stairs leading to the wooden front door. When you walked in, you were automatically greeted with the large living room. My mother's furniture was covered in plastic because of the moving but she'll take that off later. Then, there's a huge glass back to the house that showed the beach and the waves. It was really pretty. There was a master bedroom upstairs with a guest bedroom.

My room was downstairs. It had a lot of natural light and a bay window that opened up. There was my own personal bathroom also. The room right next door was the baby's room. It was empty at this moment but when the time comes, we'll move that stuff out and move infant things in. It was a really nice house... but it was going to be weird living with just my mother. I've always been used to my father being around also. I dropped the box onto my bed that Daniel and Bryce moved in here. I then left the bedroom, back to where everyone else was.

"Sonny, there are some boxes on the couch for you." Jake told me and put food cans away in the cabinets. I nodded and blew breath out of my nose.

"You need help?" Chad asked me. I just shot him a glare and kept my business to myself. I took a box that was labeled for me and went into my room. I don't need his help and I certainly don't want his help. He can leave me alone for today. I heard the door close behind me. "What the hell is your problem?" Chad turned me around by my shoulder. I folded my arms and jutted a hip out.

"Excuse me?"

"You're shrugging me off like I did something to practically kill you." He sneered.

"On the contrary." I muttered.

"Sonny, what the fuck is wrong with you." He spat out loudly

"Nothing is wrong, Chad." I spat back.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"I'm not acting like anything. You treated me like a kid so I guess I am one to you," I explained.

"I'm sorry... is this because I took the lock off the bathroom door?" He scoffed unbelievably and shook his head. "Let it go. It's just a lock."

"You took the fucking lock off the bathroom door. That's... there's no privacy in that."

"When has there ever been privacy around us, Sonny? I took the lock off the door because I love you and you'll see exactly why I did it soon enough,"

"You don't even have a reason, Chad. You can't explain to me why you took the lock off."

"I took the lock off because I don't want you sticking your fingers down your fucking throat. If there was a lock on that door and you ate something... you can lock me out, purge and fucking end up in the hospital again!" Chad exclaimed, steeping towards me. "You see what the privacy on doors did for you in the first place? God, you're really dense,"

I just breathed air out of my nose, dropping my arms and looking at him. "I..."

"I didn't mean to yell. I'm sorry... I'm just... frustrated and-" I walked into his chest, tippy toeing to wrap my arms around his neck.

There wasn't a reason for me to get mad at him. He's doing the best he could for me. Even though his ways are... eccentric. His hand came to my waist and made me step closer to him. "Trust me on this, alright?" I nodded, letting him place a kiss on the top of my head. I knew everyone in the house had heard him yell at me. And... it was a little weird. Chad never really raised his voice except for the time I told him I was pregnant. I don't like when he yells. His face turns a shade of red and he gets really upset.

Derek peeked his head through the door, making us instantly break apart. "Are you guys... okay?"

"Yeah." He answered. "Why?"

"There's food out here if you want it." He responded, giving me a small smile.

"Yeah, okay..." Chad nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. He took my hand and led me out of the room. They had ordered Chinese food and it made me grimace a little. I'll just eat rice.

"It's pork fried rice, Sonny." Bryce told me. He and James still didn't know. Only Grady.

"That's fine, I'll eat it."

"But... you don't eat meat," He said skeptically.

"I have to eat meat... for the baby." I said lowly.

"You have to eat meat?" James asked unbelievably. "Well… we'll see how this goes." Eating meat makes me feel nastier than I already feel.

CHAD POV

Sonny picked at her food, pushing it around the plate after she had taken about ten bites. She chewed slowly and put her fork down, pushing her plate away discreetly. My jaw clenched and I swallowed the food in my mouth.

"What's wrong?" I asked so low that only she can hear.

She shrugged. "I'm... uncomfortably full." The only thing I don't like about her is that I can't tell if she's lying or not. She's gotten good at it and it makes it harder for me to get through to her. I put the last forkful of broccoli and shrimp in my mouth before pushing my chair back.

"Let's go for a walk." Honestly, I don't know what to exactly say to someone with an eating disorder. The internet gives you basics, not a full on dialogue. She pushed her chair back and stood up with me, following me out the glass back door. We removed our shoes on the porch, stepping onto the warm sand barefoot and walking towards the water. "How do you feel?"

"Full." She replied, running her fingers through her hair. "How do you feel?"

"This isn't about me." I chuckled. "It's about you. Why do you feel like you ate too much?"

"Because I did."

I shook my head. "Sonshine, you barely ate."

"I ate a lot."

"Nah, you didn't. But... you did better than you did this morning so," The wind blew softly and she moved her hair out of her face. "Is your stomach upset at all?"

"No, it's fine."

"That's good. That means your ulcer is mostly gone,"

"Yeah..." She snorted a small laugh. "I'm sorry for all of this. Being insecure and stuff," I squinted my eyes at the sun and looked down at her. Grady told me to be careful but I was too careless to even realize.

"It really isn't your fault, Sonny." I stated.

"I mean, you didn't sign up to be with a girl with an eating disorder."

"Sonny, stop." I braced her shoulders and shook my head. "Stop putting yourself down about everything. You're so much better than that,"

"I'm sorry..."

"And stop apologizing too." I smirked and cupped her chin. "There's nothing to be sorry for." I kissed her lips shortly and sighed. "We have a few things to talk about."

"Like?"

"The doctors appointment on Monday. You not going to school and stuff like that,"

"Are you going to be there for the doctor's appointment or... is it just me and my mom?"

"Yeah, I'll watch him squirt jell on your belly and shit." She started laughing and slowed her walking down.

"They see it from the inside, Chad. It's too early for a regular ultrasound."

"What do you mean they see it from the inside?"

"It's vaginal. They take a scope kind of thing and put insid-"

"Whoa!" I exclaimed and backed up. "No, nope... I'll go to the next one. The one where your shirt is rolled up." It goes inside her. That's... nope. I won't be able to watch that.

"Come on." She laughed and pushed my chest gently. "You have to be there for the first one,"

"I don't think I'm gonna make it." I frowned and draped my arm over her shoulder. "That doesn't sound like something for me to watch."

"Why not?"

"Share that experience with your mother."

"Speaking of mothers, when's the last time you've spoken to yours?"

"Um... I haven't in a few days. I probably should call to see how she's doing." I really haven't spoken to my mother at all. I've spoken to Mrs. Monroe more than anything.

"What about your dad?"

"I saw him the other day. He stopped by the apartment."

"Oh and how is he?"

"Good."

CONNIE POV

There hasn't been any order in my house for weeks. My husband has lost his mind and my seventeen year old daughter is pregnant with a twenty two year olds kid. How did that even happen? It was a secret. It was a fucked up secret. I don't even know how to deal with it. All I can do is accept it and help her as much as I can. I don't want my daughter to be pregnant with Chad's kid. I don't want her pregnant at all. I'm very disappointed in her. I am. I'm disappointed that she's with someone that basically caused her to become bulimic, she's with someone that made her unhappy so many times, she's with someone she shouldn't be with. It's just one big disappointment. I thought her and Travis was such a nice couple. He was a very sweet boy and he had a good head on his shoulders. I mean, Sonny just... she could've done a whole lot better. She could've waited to lose her virginity. But she didn't and... here we are now.

I'm leaving my husband. He was making me feel like shit and it wasn't working out with him anymore. He'd yell if I didn't do things right, he'd get angry if something he didn't like would happen. It's like he didn't love me anymore. He just stopped doing all the things he did before. Anthony didn't kiss me or... touch me or show any affection. I mean, I figured that he was stressed out from work but it turned into months. Everything I seemed to do annoyed him. We never touched each other. He just grew away from me. Our olive branch was going on dates every other weekend but he never seemed interested in them. It's hard seeing the person you love lose interest no matter how hard you try. Then it slowly got worse. He started ignoring me, telling me that I wasn't doing enough for the household. I felt like a bad mother and... a bad wife. Then, he put his hands on Sonny. That was the last straw.

"Mom, are you okay?" Jake caught me sitting out on the back porch, fiddling with my wedding ring.

"Yeah, honey. I'm fine," I put the ring on my lap and pushed the hair out of my face. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm. You look sad." He sat on the chair next to me and leaned his head on my shoulder. "What's wrong, mom?"

"Nothing..." I chuckled. "I was just thinking,"

"About dad?" He murmured. "Have you tried talking to him?"

"No."

"Oh..."

"I can't stand going over there." I stated and patted my sons cheek. "It'll be fine. Your father will sober up..."

"Eventually," He added, picking up his head and inhaling. "Are you okay with... Chad?" He motioned to Chad and Sonny standing in front of the water that was yards away from the house.

"I have to be. He's my grandkids father. I have to try to... be okay with him."

"I'm glad you're trying because I don't give a fuck what he is to me. He's a fucking bastard." I slapped the back of his head and shook mine.

"Stop it,"

"I really don't give a damn. He belongs in jail."

"You can't let your sister fend for her own. Especially with a baby." I explained to him.

"He pushed her into bulimia."

"Jake, she's trying to get better. That's all that matters." I said to him. He scoffed and rubbed his jaw.

"That's bullshit, mom."

I slapped the back of his head once more. "Stop cursing." He grumbled something and moved away from me so I can't hit him anymore.

"I fucking hate him." He blurted out. I reached over to hit him but he got up with a laugh and looked at me. "I'm too fast for you," He teased and brushed off his shirt like he was the man.

"Alright, I'll sneak up on you," I pointed out and grinned. "I do hit harder than you, sweetheart."

"Yeah, okay... I'm gonna go pick up Nicole. I'll be back... soon."

"Just buy a ring and marry the girl, Jake."

"I would but... I don't have any money for a ring right now." He walked into the house before sticking his head out. "And I want a nice one," I smirked. "With a diamond."

"Would you like my help on buying one?"

"No, I can do it myself." He smirked and puffed out his chest. I laughed softly and rolled my eyes. "I'll be back."

"Bye..."

I turned my head back to the sand saw Chad kiss Sonny. It was a little uncomfortable seeing it since... she was young and he was older. He seemed to like her very much. As long as he doesn't hurt her anymore... I'm good. As long as my family is okay. I'm good.

CHAD POV

"Why don't you go to sleep?" I groaned when she climbed over me to get to her phone, fixing the hem of her panties. Mrs. Monroe let me sleep here with Sonny since Sonny begged her mother. It took a whole lot of Sonny's whines and I don't know how Mrs. Monroe doesn't give into it. I give into it just because I don't want to hear it.

"I'm not tired."

"You should be. It's three in the morning. Who are you texting anyway?"

"Travis." My entire expression changed.

"Why are you texting Travis in the middle of the night?"

"He can't sleep either."

"So... you text him. In the middle of the night?"

"He texted me," She simply said, brightening the room when she was replying to him. "Is that a problem?"

Hell yes!

"Nah…" I breathed out. "Yeah…"

"Why is it a problem?"

I took a look at the clock and pushed myself up on my elbows. "It's three seventeen in the morning and you're texting your ex boyfriend… that's not a big deal at all," I dragged out sarcastically.

"It's not. I'm talking to him as a friend."

I rolled my eyes. "As a friend? At three in the morning? Yeah…"

"You sound jealous," She pressed the lock button on top of her phone and putting it back on the dock. Sonny climbed back onto the bed and laid on top of me. "Don't be jealous." She kissed my jaw line and rolled off of me. It's weird being in bed with Sonny when her mother is right upstairs knowing that I'm down here.

"I'm not jealous."

Her eyes narrowed. "You're lying and don't try to tell me you aren't."

"I'm perfectly fine, Sonny. Go to bed," Yeah, so what? I'm mad and I don't give a fuck.

She groaned and straddled my waist. "Chad, what's wrong?" She asked kissing my neck.

"Nothing."

"You're lying." She said again and kissed up my jaw line. I smirked and moved my hands down to her waist.

"What are you doing?"

"That thing you do to me whenever I don't tell you anything," She looked up at me and kissed my lips. "Is it working?"

"No, you're not doing it right,"

"Show me how to do it then." I sat up slowly with her in my lap and cupped her face, kissing her softly and dropping my hands to her shoulders.

I caught her bra strap between my fingers, lowering off her shoulders and using my other to pull her body closer to mine. My blood was traveling south and my member was stirring awake. I just wanted her bad. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel her warm, tight sex around me. She rolled her hips on top of mine and curled her fingers into my hair. My head ducked lower onto her, ravishing her neck and listening to her very soft moans. I wished we were in my apartment; she'd be able to be as loud as she wanted. I also wish I didn't have to take it slow. All I really wanted was to fuck her senseless but that was out of the question. My hands undid her bra clasp skillfully; she lifted her arms so I can take it off. It dropped to the floor and her breasts pressed against my chest. She was so soft and… warm. I couldn't wait any longer since my impatience wore thin. I rolled us over and kissed her full on the mouth, feeling her push down my boxers with her feet. She used her hands to get them further down my hips and I kicked them off my legs.

Six minutes later, I was thrusting into her slowly, hitching her leg around my waist and burying my head in the crook of his neck. She smelled like warm Vanilla and it drove me crazy. It took all the power in me not to pound into her until she screamed my name. She moaned in my ear and draped her arm around my shoulder; clutching to my partially sweaty body. I grunted quietly as I ran a hand down her naked curves and pulled out of her. She whimpered and looked at me with curious, lust filled, sort of angry eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" She asked breathlessly. I smirked, pecking her lips before rolling over on my back and pulling her on top of me.

"I want to watch you… lose yourself above me." I said against her lips, fixing her legs so she was in the position to ride me.

She sat up a little, taking my member in my hand and easing herself down on me. Sonny bit her bottom lip and moaned, putting her hands on my chest to steady herself. She was so tight. I dropped my head back on the pillow as she grinded on me, going at a pace that felt entirely too good for her to stop. I gripped her hips tightly and guided her ministrations. God, she felt so incredibly good. My hands couldn't stay in one spot as she rode me. They were on her hips, her breasts, her amazing ass and in her hair. I pulled her down into a scorching kiss. Her eyes opened a little when our lips grazed over each other, making me smile and push her hair out of her face so I can see her better.

"You're so beautiful." Even in the dark, she turned a bright red and kissed my lips.

Her climax came fast a few minutes after, squeezing the life out of my member and making us both try to hide our moans and groans with heavy kisses. She trembled about me, leaving her marks on my chest with her nails. Sonny just lost herself, gasping unevenly and harshly biting on her bottom lip. It was how she closed her eyes when she came. She didn't have control over anything. I loved it. She would just let herself go. I hit my climax right after hers, tensing up and feeling the relief of being relaxed. Hopefully, she was tired but Sonny never gets tired. She can go round for round if I had always given her what she wanted. She leaned up a little bit, pushing her hair back and exhaling.

"I hope my mother didn't hear me."

I chuckled deeply. "That'd be… awkward as hell,"

"I'm dreading waking up later. What if she did hear?" Sonny giggled and smoothed her thumb over my brow.

"I'll apologize for your pleasure." She snorted a laugh and closed her eyes. "I'll take the blame. It'd be bad if she heard me pleasuring her daughter."

"Shut up…" She grinned and kissed my lips again.

A/N

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