AN: I Know I know, it has been unacceptably long since my last post. I unfortunately was without a computer and wasn't able o write let alone update. Once I got my computer back I wanted to make sure that I had more than just one chapter in the works before I started to update. I am glad to say that I actually have two more chapters in the works, and I hope to start posting weekly updates on most all my stories.

Well, here it is, the continuation of the last chapter. I know a lot of you were not thrilled with the way I left off in the last chapter, so I hope this makes up for it.

Enjoy!

Finn was sure he had misheard her. There was no way that she just said what he thought he heard.

She was not pregnant.

"Finn?" Her voice barely broke through his train of thought.

He looked at her but didn't say anything right away.

How could she be possibly pregnant? He was sure that they had been safe. They had taken all proper precautions. Hadn't they? Of course, accidents happen, didn't they? If people using protection never got pregnant, there would be a lot less people in this world.

"Finn?" He heard her voice again.

Still staring at her, he couldn't get his mouth to form any words.

Had this been why she left him? Why she pushed him away? Was she ashamed to be carrying his child? Was she going to get rid of it? That must be it, she didn't want to tell him about it because she wasn't planning on keeping it.

His horrible thoughts continued, pulling him down into a dark pit, the outside world completely disappearing.

His breathing became quick and shallow, and his heart began to race, a sure sign that he was having a panic attack.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his cheek, and just like that, he was pulled out of the darkness.

"Finn, you need to breathe," She was combing her fingers through his hair, "That's right, focus on my voice, deep breaths."

He did as instructed and eventually his breathing evened out. After a couple of minutes, he looked over to Rory who had pulled a chair to the side of his bed.

Looking at her, her face wet with tears, her eyes filled with worry, Finn knew he didn't hate her. He hated how everything happened, but he could never hate her.

He tried to adjust himself in the bed, wincing as pain shot up both his arms.

"Finn," Rory said as she moved to help him, "please, don't use your arms. I can help you."

With a little maneuvering Finn was able to get in a position where he was sitting straighter.

There was a brief silence before he broke it, "We need to talk about this," he said simply.

She nodded in reply.

"When did you find out?"

Her gaze dropped to her lap, "Right before midterms."

A week. She had known a week and hadn't told him.

As if she could read his thoughts she continued, "I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid. We've barely been together a few months, and the topic of how long-term we were hadn't even come up, let alone anything serious like children. Especially not children." She took a deep breath, "I didn't know how you'd react. I know your family life has been filled with drama lately, and I just couldn't bare adding to the mixture. I was afraid you'd be angry."

He shook his head, "You should have come to me. I would have never been angry. Why would I?"

"It's a baby Finn," she stated rather loudly, as she stood from her chair. "A baby. It's kind of a big thing to drop on a person. I mean, hell, you saw me, and that was a week after I found out." She was pacing the length of the room. "All I could think was how I had plans, and you had plans, and a baby was not included in any of my plans, and I was pretty damn sure one was not included in yours."

"Wrong," Finn said flatly.

Rory stopped in her tracks, "Excuse me?"

"You're wrong," he repeated, "about a baby not being a part of my plan."

She gave him an incredulous look.

Noting how his sentence sounded, he continued, "What I mean is, I have always wanted to be a father. In the future of course."

She moved to sit back in the chair beside him. "I didn't know that," she said softly with a hint of surprise in her voice.

"My father is a shitty father, to say the least, but my mother, she is the best. She has always supported me in everything I do." Rory nodded; he knew she had a similar relationship with her parents. "I have always dreamed about growing up to be a better dad than my father."

"But Finn," she said, "It it's supposed to be like this."

"No, I suppose it wasn't. But a lot of things happen that aren't supposed to." He reached for her hand, ignoring the pain in his arm. "I suppose when your mom discovered she was pregnant with you a lot of people were saying it wasn't supposed to happen that way. I'll tell you one thing, I'm damn happy it did though."

She began crying, "Oh Finn, I'm so sorry," she buried her face in the bed, saying more words that He couldn't quite make out.

"Rory, it's going to be okay," he tried to reassure her.

When she sat back up, he could see that more tears were falling than before. "No, look at you, this is all my fault. If I had not been such a complete idiot and just gone to you. If I just…I could have…then you wouldn't have." Her crying had caused her breathing to become ragged, and she was unable to finish a sentence.

"Rory, stop, you need to calm down. Please." At his words, she tried to control herself. He scooted in the bed and patted the space beside him, "Come here."

"No, Finn, I don't want to hurt you."

"Rory Gilmore get your butt in this bed now."

She gave him a soft smile and did as he asked.

He positioned his arm between them so that his stitched were facing up, and her fingers were laced through his from the back of his hand.

"Everything is going to be okay," He repeated, "We are going to work everything out."

He felt her nod into his shoulder.

"Just rest here with me. No more crying."

She nodded again.

After a few moments went by, her breathing began to even out, a sign that the exhaustion of crying has worn her out.

Things were a mess, but it wasn't unrepairable. Now that he knew the truth, he could breathe a lot easier. Things would start to get better now.

He couldn't help but smile as he lay staring at the ceiling, a single thought looping through his mind as he felt himself starting to drift to sleep.

I'm going to be a father.