CH5- A week later. Haley's POV

I'm in the bathroom, doing my make-up. This was the only day that everyone could come together, and I'm so nervous. I'm almost more nervous for Andy, though. My dad can get angry in a blink of an eye, and I dread to think of what he'll do to Andy. I look at my reflection and walk out.

"Babe, you're ready?" I ask, Andy. He must be sweating bullets.

"Yep", Andy walks out, smiling nervously. We go in the car and arrive at my house.

I step out, while Andy stays in his seat for a few seconds. He gets out and stares nervously at the ground.

"Andy," I say, wrapping my hands around his neck, "we'll get through this." I kiss him softly. "I love you." I stroke my arms down his side.

"Okay," Andy sighs. I gently grab his hand and we walk in.

"Hi, guys." We are welcomed into the house. Joe comes in and takes Andy by the hand and leads him away. I swear, he would live with Andy if possible. A few minutes later, we all congregate into the living room. My nerves kick in. Maybe I should have told Mom and Dad separately.

"Thanks guys for coming. I have something to tell you." I take a deep breath. Just get it over and done with. I close my eyes and breathe deep. "… I'm pregnant."

The silence is overwhelming, and the ticks of the clock ring into my brain. I keep my eyes shut. I can't bear to look at anyone's disappointed face.

"You're what?" Grandpa asks. I pry my eyes open, as the tears sting my eyes. Andy is sitting next to me, but I don't even look up to see him.

"Oh, honey." Mom says, sympathetically.

"I'm sorry," I barely manage to get it out, due to how large the lump in my throat is. Tears spill out and I sink into my hands. I'm finding it hard to breathe again, and I feel like I might collapse.

"Here, honey. Have this," Dad hands me a water and smiles softly. "Breathe, Haley. It's ok." I grab a tissue and calm my breathing. I look up at Andy. My Dad looks at him.

"Andy?" At this, Andy blinks back tears. He's trying so hard to be strong for me, but I can see that it's killing him. "Can we chat?" Andy nods and walks into the lounge room with my Dad.

I press the tissue up to my eyes. I don't want to look at Mom right now.

Andy's POV

I immediately start feeling dizzy as I sit in the lounge with Phil. The conversation that I had been dreading is here.

"As you know, Claire and I found we were having Haley when we were young." I take a deep breath and feel my shoulders tense. "Andy, I know as much as anyone that mistakes happen. We can try our best, but life is unpredictable, and these things happen. I understand the fear that you and Haley must be feeling. Before we told Jay, I was incredibly scared. He was so harsh towards me in what was an already vulnerable situation. I felt like I had disappointed everyone." I stare at Phil.

"But, I knew that Claire and I could get through it," Phil continues. "I've got to know you so well over these years, and you're such a together, kind, young man. I can see how much you love my daughter. And I trust both of you enough to know that you can handle this, whatever you decide to choose." I half-smile at Phil, the nerves still present. I glance down at my feet.

"I'm scared." Tears well at my eyes.

"You're going to be doubting your ability to do this, Andy, but we all believe you can" I smile up at Phil, not quite convinced.

HALEYS POV

Mom takes me to the kitchen, whilst the others are outside. I'm so thankful for that.

"Mom," I shrug, knowing that if I look at her, I'll start crying again. "We didn't-"

"-I know, Haley. Your father and I know." The lump in my throat is so big that it's getting harder to swallow. I feel dizzy again. Mom, sensing what's happening, hugs me. "Honey, it's ok. Don't feel bad. It's ok, sweetie." She rubs my head like she used to when I was little. "People are going to calm down and they'll get used to it. I promise."

"Are you used to it?"

"I think some part of me knew. You've been more tired and sick lately"

"I've bought some pre-natal vitamins, and we have the 8 week scan next week. Mom," I stare into her eyes, "I need your help."

"Of course, Haley." She grabs my hand. "How's Andy taking it all?"

"He's been great. Must be so tough on him, dealing with my sickness and mood swings." I respond. "He's trying to be strong, but I can tell that he's scared just as much as I am."

"Thanks for telling us, Haley. It couldn't have been easy, but we appreciate it. Also, don't mind the others. Grandpa in particular doesn't respond well to change, and the fact that he may be a great-grandfather is freaking him out a bit." Mom gleams at me.

"Thanks Mom", I hug her.

One week later.

"How you going, Haley", Andy asks as he opens up the passenger door and sits in. I kiss him.

"Good. Your nervous?"

"Kinda. You?"

"Yeah."

Andy sits down in the doctors, whilst I change in the other room. I come out and sit down on the bed.

"Hi. Morning" Dr Oliver greets us. "Haley, if you'll lie back, I'll just insert this in." I take a deep breath and squeeze Andy's hand. "Ok, Haley, look at this screen". I look up at the grainy, black-and-white image. "It's hard to see, but your baby's nestled in there."

I stare at the screen, squinting to see it. I see a blob and assume that's it. Andy looks slightly confused as well, but I think we both got it. "Your blood pressure is low, which is great. The more relaxed you are, the better. Continue to take your vitamins and I'll see you in a month" We leave and head to Andy's.

A few weeks later. The whole family is at Jay and Gloria's for dinner.

I'm buttering the bread for everyone. Now that the first trimester has passed, my morning sickness is decreasing, but I still feel on the verge of throwing up.

"Haley, how are you feeling?" Gloria asks me, smiling. She's been like a second Mom, and she genuinely cares about me. It's really nice.

"Not too bad. I think my nausea is decreasing." As I say that, my throat tenses up.

"I always found that saline crackers helped for me. I can get some for you if you want. "

"Thanks, Gloria. I appreciate it." I can hear Joe and Andy playing in the lounge room. I smile, as I begin to picture what he'll be like with our own.

"Alright guys. Dinner!" Gloria yells. I place the bread down on the table and sit down. Everyone comes and help themselves to dinner.

"Are you ok, honey" Mitch asks me. That's the beauty of having such close relationships with your family. They know everything.

"Just a bit exhausted." I say, as I spoon some potato salad on my plate. It's times like these that I feel that I need wine, but obviously I can't.

"Well," Grandpa says, lifting his glass, "Let's toast to Manny and Joe on their birthday!" We raise our glasses, as I watch Joe on Andy's lap. Andy flashes Joe the biggest smile. We clink our glasses, and I take a sip of the water.

We begin to eat, and I immediately start to feel sick. I begin drinking more water, and Dad smiles compassionately at me.

"I think I might just lie down." I say to the family, taking off to the couch.

"Okay," Dad says, worryingly. I lie on the couch and feel incredibly bloated. I close my eyes and go to sleep. I wake to find Mom stroking my head. I still feel so gross, but not as tired. There's a bucket on the ground, seemingly for me to throw up into.

"Hi, honey. How are you going?" Mom asks. She says it in such a warm tone, like she used to when I was a toddler.

"Still feel sick." I reach up for the water and skull it. Just as I do, I feel my throat tense and I vomit into the bucket. It exits my body with such force that I feel incredibly dizzy. I try to cough the phlegm away.

"This may help," Mom hands me a cracker. I eat it, and after a few minutes, feel almost human again.

"Thanks." I turn my body away from the couch. Andy kneels down next to me, placing his hands on my knees.

"Hey, champ." He kindly smiles at me. "Do you want me to get you something?" He moves my hair away from my face.

"No, I'm fine thanks." I say, sinking into the cushion. I start to feel the bile make its way up my throat again, and I sit up. My stomach flips, and I grab the bucket and vomit. I cough as I try to get it all out of my system. Andy places his hand on my shoulder. I open my mouth and the remains of my breakfast makes its way out with extreme velocity. I cough and sputter and wipe my mouth. I'm exhausted. Andy hands me a tissue and smiles at me. After I wipe my face, he speaks.

"Want me to drive you home?" He gently holds my hand. I nod. We say good bye, and I sleep in the car.