I would've updated yesterday, but I had a bad time the night before. Someone I care very very deeply for hurt me really badly, so I was busy feeling sorry for myself for a while, it hurts y'know.

I really like the suggestion of Bolton being part of the babies name, I think I'll definitely have to be doing that one, so thanks! Enjoy your chapter.

'Do you really think we can do it? Weslie asked Paul one Friday night. They were both sitting in her bedroom. She was on her bed, legs out straight in front of her, staring down at her stomach, which had only recently begun to protrude, though it was barely even a bump. She was now 10 weeks pregnant and didn't feel any different.

'Do what?' asked Paul, who was stood in front of her wall mounted TV, flicking through channels.

'Be parent's' she muttered, still staring down at her stomach, running a hand over it. She hadn't really come to terms with the fact that she was having a baby. She couldn't comprehend that a small life was growing inside her, just under the skin that as under her hand. She felt it would only really become real for her once she really started to show.

He turned round and smiled, abandoning the remote on the desk he got on her bed and crawled up to the top end to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and putting her between his legs when he did 'Of course we can' He said, kissing her on the shoulder 'It'll be hard, but we'll do it'

'But what if we're bad parents?' she mumbled, covering her stomach up again, almost ashamed to look at it, she wasn't exactly proud of herself for getting pregnant so young.

Paul laughed 'we can't be as bad as mine were, I promise you that' he said, squeezing her tighter.

She smiled and looked over her shoulder at him 'That's not funny, your mum loved you, I know she said' she assured him.

She saw his smile falter and fail, and knew he was thinking of her. It was not something he did very often, for it was just too painful for him; he missed her more than anything. But he liked to keep her memory close, and locked safe inside his mind 'I know' he muttered sadly, sighing and resting his head on her shoulder.

'Have you told your uncle about the baby?' she asked. Paul's uncle lived in a mental health institute and was doing a lot better since he had been institutionalised. Paul went to visit him every few weeks, it was always hard on him, Paul had a lot of resentment for him, as he used to beat Paul, though he knew it wasn't his fault.

He nodded 'Yeah, told him last week'

Weslie looked up; she didn't even know he'd been to see him 'Oh? What did he say?'

Paul shrugged 'Not much, asked when it was due, said to tell you congratulations. I don't think he was happy to be honest' he sighed.

'Why not?'

'Scared I think' Paul muttered 'look how Mum ended up, and look at him now, what if it happens to me, or the baby?' he said, closing his eyes and resting his head on her shoulder so she could only see his hair. He still couldn't forgive himself for possibly passing something so sinister on to a helpless, innocent child. His child.

'Oh Paul' she said, turning in his arms to sit side on, wrapping her arms around him. He sighed and wrapped his around her middle, resting his head on her shoulder again 'it's not going to happen to you, either of you, I swear it'

'You can't know that' he said, his voice muffled by her shoulder.

'Yes, I can, and I do' she said firmly, shaking him.

He lifted his head up from her shoulder and looked at her 'you're amazing Wes' he said, kissing her briefly.

She smiled and winked at him 'I already know' she agreed.

'Weslie' Her mother called up the stairs early on Saturday morning. Weslie, who was still in bed with Paul, sat up and frowned down at him, he was lay beside her wearing an almost identical perplexed look.

'Yeah?' she called back warily.

'Can you come down here please?' she called. Weslie heard her marching away, her footsteps heavy.

'What the hell does she want?' She asked, getting out of bed and pulling on pyjama pants over her shorts.

'How should I know?' Paul said, getting up and catching the shirt she threw to him, pulling it on over his head. Her mother still wasn't happy with her, and Paul was only allowed to be within a hundred feet of the house because her father had put his foot down and over ruled his wife.

Weslie had been very surprised by the reactions of her parents, it had been her father she had expected to be the angry one, not the other way around. Surprisingly, he had been the level headed one, who had accepted their predicament and got on with what needed to be done.

They dressed quickly and headed downstairs, still confused, until they found both Weslie's parents and the twins sitting at the dining room table, apparently waiting for her and Paul 'what's going on?' Weslie asked, looking around the room, confused.

'Your mother thinks we need to have a talk about what's going on' her father said, shooting his wife a resentful glare.

'Should I go?' Paul asked, motioning to the door behind them.

Weslie's father shook his head 'No Paul' he said 'you should stay'

Weslie and Paul exchanged glances before sitting down opposite her parents. Both twins, now 13 years old, looked bored and as though they'd rather be somewhere else 'do the twins really need to be here' Weslie asked.

'Exactly!' Jessica exclaimed, looking to her mother 'can't we just go?'

'Because they're members of this household and they deserve a say in what goes on in their own home' Sarah spat, slamming her fist down on the table. Jessica rolled her eyes and shared a knowing look with her twin.

'I told you they don't need to hear this Sarah' her father hissed. His wife shot him an icy glare.

'And what exactly are we discussing?' Weslie asked, she wasn't sure there was much they needed to talk about. She was having a baby, and that's all there was to it.

Her father sighed deeply, his jaw set, and whilst looking directly at his wife said 'Your mother thinks you should move out'

Weslie frowned and blinked, taken aback 'Whoa, what? You want me to move out?' she asked her. Sarah looked up at her, then nodded slowly.

'I think it's for the best Weslie' she said quietly.

'For who Sarah?' Her father demanded furiously, obviously they had already rowed about it 'for Wes? You think that'd be good for her, having to move into a new home as well as having a baby? You really think that'd benefit her?'

'She made this choice Mark! Now she has to deal with the consequences!' she cried, leaning forwards at him.

'What choice?' he exclaimed 'they didn't plan this! Accidents happen; you should know that yourself, how would you have felt if your mother had thrown you out when you were pregnant with Tom? Cause that's how she's going to feel!'

'Look, if I'm not wanted here then I'll go' Weslie said, attempting to get up from the table.

'You are wanted here!' an unexpected voice interrupted. Weslie stopped, she hadn't expected the twins to defend her, they usually didn't get involved in any dispute Weslie had with her parents 'I want you to stay' Sophie was saying, looking between her sister and her father 'make her say dad'

'Yeah' Jessica agreed 'I don't want you to go either W'

'Exactly' Her father said, now on his feet, as was Weslie 'you are wanted here, and this is my house and she is my child, she will stay here as long as I want her. I'm sorry Sarah but that's the way it's going to be, she needs to be with her family now' he said, looking at his wife.

Weslie felt a sudden rush of affection towards her father when she realised what he was doing. He was willing to put his marriage at risk for her, for just her housing arrangements. In that moment, Weslie truly appreciated the love her father had for his children. Sarah got to her feet and looked at her husband for a moment, her expression furious, and stormed out of the room, slamming a door shut behind her as she went.

Her father sighed and covered his eyes with his hand, massaging his temple with his fingers and thumbs 'You can go now girls' he muttered to the twins, who got up slowly and left, both of them hugging Weslie on their way out.

'Dad I'm really sorry' Weslie whispered once it was just her, her father and Paul in the room. He looked up and gave her a strained smile, then held his arms open for a hug from her.

'You have nothing to be sorry for princess' he said as she crossed the room and let him engulf her in his safe, familiar embrace 'nothing at all'

Weslie nodded 'it's my fault, she wouldn't be like this if I weren't pregnant' she mumbled, tightening her grip. She saw Paul look away uncomfortably.

'No Weslie' he said 'she's being unreasonable, she was pregnant young too remember, and this is no different, you have nothing to be sorry for. Either of you' he said, nodding to Paul, who smiled, he truly appreciated her fathers acceptance, and oddly enough, her falling pregnant had made her father a lot more accepting towards Paul.