(Anya's Bedroom)
Anya was laying one her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Sav was sitting on the edge of the bed, with hiss face buried in his hands. Maybe I shouldn't have dropped the news on him like that. Was one of the thousands of thoughts running through Anya's mind. Sav had been so supportive the last time she told him, but that wasn't even real. Slowly , Sav turned around so he could face her. "Why would you bring that back up? Around my mom!" He said flatly. Anya rolled over , so she wouldn't be looking at him. "I'm sorry, but -" Was all she could say before Sav cut her off. "Bogus Baby Bhandari is done with. You 'miscarried' remember?" Anya heart was breaking a little bit more with each word he spoke. "This isn't pretend." She whispered. Her lower lip quivered, but she was determined not to cry again. "Anya. What are you talking about?" He asked, getting off of the bed, and walking over to where she was. "Were not having a baby. We faked this." He explained, his voice oozing duh. She didn't realize how much she was crying until she tried to speak. "You pretended Sav! I was going to get an abortion, but I-I couldn't." She sobbed , shaking her head. "But you didn't tell me.' He said, sounding genuinely hurt. "It is mine, right?" He asked, anxiously waiting for her response. "Of course it is dummy!" She screamed, sitting up. "Anya. Calm down." He snapped. "How can I calm down?" She snapped back. "This is not something you can hide forever? We're going to have to tell people. And-And" She said, before she was consumed by her tears. 'We told my Mom." He tried, resting his hand on her shaking shoulder. "And that went so well." She muttered, once she was able to speak again. Sav sighed and looked down. "Not everyone is going to react that way." he said, trying to reassure her. "What about school Sav. They want us on lockdown. How does a pregnant teenager fit in, in all of that?" She said, shaking her head frantically. She was right. Anya knew it, and so did Sav. "We can get through this together. It's different this time, remember?" He said, meeting her eyes, which were filling with fresh tears. Anya nodded and stood up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sav hugged her tightly. "Are you going to be alright?" He asked , not letting go if her. "Yeah." She said softly. Sav knew she was lying. He felt her tears soaking his shirt, but he didn't mention it to her. Anya pulled away and wiped her face with the sleeve of her shirt. "You have to promise me Sav. Ptomise that your not just gonna leave." She sniffled. "I won't leave you or our little….question mark." He said setting his hand gently on her still flat stomach. "So , You still like the name Victor if it's a boy , right?" He asked. Anya smiled at his question. "You rememered." She beamed , setting her hand on top of his. "Of course!" He said , like it should have been obvious. "We still have to decide what we want to name it if it's a girl." He pointed out. Anya smiled and looked up at him yawning a bit. "Can we just sleep for now?" She asked through her yawn. "Of course." He said hesitantley , not sure of their sleeping arangement. Anya climbed into bed and closed her eyes , but opened them .once she realized Sav wasn't following. "C'mon." She said , patting her bed. Sav climbed in next to her , keeping a few inches between them. He felt out of place in her girly room , and it got worse when he heard her dainty little snores. Eventually , after clearing his mind of all of the crazy 'what if' thoughts , he drifted to sleep.