So sorry for the long wait, so here is three chapters which should bring me up to date! Please review. I hope you like them! Also, i've decided i'm going to stop CeF at chapter 31 and make a new story which will be more Pete based yet it will still had Lucy, Libby and co in it. Hope you enjoy! (It shall be called The Dragon and the Rose'

For this chapter, I really recommend listening to Secondhand Serenade: Fall for you

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Café et fraises

Chapter Nineteen

I'm pregnant

David looked terrible. His face was swollen and blotchy and he could only see out of one eye.

'David?' she asked quietly, coming to stop at his side. A couple of nurses were still in the room, but they left after a couple of minutes.

'What do you want?' he asked when they were gone.

'I'm sorry about your 'ead,' she said, meaning when she hit him.

'What if you 'ad given me fucking brain damage?' he demanded, before sucking his chocolate milkshake through a straw.

'You don't understand; I had to get away. I couldn't… I couldn't let my baby get hurt.' He stared at her and she could tell his brow was furrowed.

'You really are pregnant, aren't you?' he said, just able to move his lips. She nodded.

'Yeah, I am. And I wasn't going to let anyone jeopardize that. I did what I had to do.'

'It fucking hurt.'

'I really am sorry.' It fell quiet, the only sounds being the noises of the people out in the ward and the clock ticking on the wall.

'Why are you 'ere?' he asked, putting his milkshake aside.

'I needed to see if you were alright,' Lucy replied.

'Yeah, fine and fucking dandy.'

'David…' she sighed, combing her fingers through her hair. 'I… couldn't just leave you. That's why I got Pete to bring you 'ere if he found you.'

'But, why?' he asked.

'Because…' she began. 'I knew you wouldn't really hurt me.' They stared at each other, before she checked her watch. 'I 'ave to go. I 'ope you get better. Bye David.'

And then she leant forward and gave him an awkward hug. When she got to the door, he called her name. 'Yeah?' she asked, looking back.

'Thanks,' he told her, with a small smile, which she returned.

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Sweaty palms. Accelerated heart rate. Hyperventilation. That's what Lucy got whenever she thought of going outside. That's how Lucy felt whenever she was left alone.

She knew that Hatcher was dead, but there was always a chance that Mark or another of the Millwall lot would want to avenge him.

She still hadn't had the guts to tell Bovver about the baby. She was scared about what he'd think, scared that he'd leave her or make her go in for an abortion. But, as Libby said, she'd have to soon. It wasn't fair to keep it a secret from him, no matter what her fears were.

'You wanted to speak to me?' said Bov's voice behind her. Lucy looked up at him, with a nod. She'd asked to meet him in the park during his lunch break. He looked nervous and apprehensive. Getting to her feet, Lucy cleared her throat and started to walk. Bov strode forward and they fell into step beside each other.

'So, what's this about?' he asked, trying not to think of reasons why she'd want to meet him like this.

'I've got something important to tell you,' she said slowly. Combing her fingers through her blonde hair, she gazed up at Bovver with anxious blue eyes. 'There's no easy way of really saying this… I'm pregnant.'

Bov stopped dead, eyes wide. He stared at her, before slowly shaking his head.

'What? No.'

'Yes, Bov. I'm 'aving your baby.'

'But...' he gaped for a moment, trying to pull his thoughts together. 'But i…' he gave an odd shrug. 'I can't be a dad.'

Lucy stared at him in horror. This was exactly what she'd been dreading. 'I'm not giving up this baby.' Bovver ran a hand over his face and stepped away from her. As if she had a disease.

'I need… I 'ave to go.' Turning his back on her, Bov made his exit from the park, leaving Lucy fighting tears alone.

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Pete and Bov were sat on one of the benches by the school field in silence. Bov had just told Pete about Lucy and both now sat pale and deep in thought.

'You got my fucking sister pregnant?' seethed Pete, staring hard at his hands. That way, he wouldn't meet Bov's eyes and wouldn't feel the need to kill him just about now.

'I didn't mean to. It was a mistake-'

'A mistake?'

'Well-'

'She told you this just now?' Pete asked, finally meeting his best mate's eye.

'Yup,' Bov replied, taking a gulp of coffee to try and calm his nerves.

'Then what?'

'I… walked off. I need to think.'

'You left 'er?'

'Well… yeah.'

'You fuckin' idiot!' spat Pete, causing Bov to jump. 'She fuckin' admits this to you and you go and run off.'

'Don't turn this on me,' hissed Bovver, regaining himself. 'It's a fucking big thing. I needed to clear my head.'

'Now what's she gunna think?' Pete shook his head. 'Why didn't you take more care?' He got to his feet, blue eyes dark in anger. 'Aint you heard of protection, mate? You knocked up my sister, so you better sort it out with 'er. I don't wanna 'ear it.'

'Pete, come on, bruv,' Bov tried, getting to his feet and staring at the blonde. 'I need your 'elp.'

'No; what you need to do is go and see Luce.' Bov opened his mouth to reply but Pete moved away from the bench, before turning to look back at Bovver. 'Don't fuck 'er about or I swear…' Bovver gave a soft groan as the taller man walked off, his shoulders bunched in anger he'd only just managed to contain.

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Bovver found Lucy still at the park, but sat by the pond, her trainers dipped in the murky water. Every now and then there'd be a sparkle of gold as the fish came closer to inspect the offending trainer.

Her blonde hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders, naturally curled at the ends. She didn't look up as Bov cleared his throat uncomfortably.

'Lucy?' There was a pause, before she replied.

'Yeah?'

'I'm ready to talk if you still want to.'

'Okay.' Her words were quiet and she gave a sniff. Sitting cross-legged beside her, Bov tore up some grass and ripped it apart as he thought of what to say.

'So, you're pregnant.' Lucy gave a nod and wiped her nose on the back of her hand. 'Erm...' He looked away into the water. ''Ow long? 'Ow long 'ave you been pregnant for?'

'Almost a month,' Lucy said, glancing sideways at him. Her eyes were red, cheeks wet and he felt instantly guilty. She looked away again, the breeze whipping her hair around her face. 'I'm not giving up this baby,' she added. 'If you don't want to be a part of it, then just say, but I'm keeping it.'

Bovver nodded, chucking the bits of grass into the pond and watching them float. It fell quiet and Lucy felt dread settle in her stomach. Climbing to her feet, she brushed her hair behind her ear. 'I'm going home. Are you coming?'

Bovver nodded and got to his feet.

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The two walked in silence, Lucy still looking flushed. Pushing open the front door, she stepped into the living room.

'Shit damn!' Lucy suddenly exclaimed, trying to turn away from the sight of Libby naked on the coffee table with Swill pumping away above her.

Bovver pulled a face and backed off out the door, leaving Lucy to slam it shut behind them. 'Well, that was… awkward,' she said, looking at the floor in embarrassment.

'Yea,' Bov agreed, smirking a little. Lucy stood there, feeling more stupid by the minute. Trust Libby to do that… 'The Abbey?' Bovver said after a moment, his dark gaze still on her.

'Alright,' she shrugged, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. The two moved off down the road in the direction of the pub. Lucy had only just entered the alleyway that led to the Abbey when Bov grabbed her hand and pushed her against the wall. He pressed his lips against hers and she couldn't help but melt into him.

Lucy only just heard the words of 'I want to keep the baby' and her heart soared.

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