THE NEXT DAY. . .

The next morning, Sophie found Havok slumped against the wall on the outside of her room. He had his face tucked in between his kness. Sophie knelt down beside him, concerned for him. He didn't even notice her prescence until she squeezed his shoulder gently. His eyes flew open at her touch.

Sophie thought that Havok looked like shit. His eyes were deep red and bloodshot, his skin paler than chalk, and he was still wearing the same thing he had worn the day before. He looked at Sophie, shame in his bloodshot eyes. He said to her,

"I'm so sorry, Soph."

"For what?" Sophie asked. She had no clue what he was apologizing for.

Havok took her palm into his, rubbing it gently.

"I got you pregnant. It's all my fault," Havok said in remorse.

Sophie shook her head.

"Havok, it takes two you know. Its my fault too," Sophie said. She didn't want Havok to feel guilt he didn't deserve.

"I could have been more careful. I should have-"

Sophie cut him off by kissing him. When she pulled away she told Havok,

"We'll figure it out."

Havok still seemed unconvinced by her words.

"Logan is gonna kill me by the time the baby gets here," Havok muttered. He shuddered at the thought of Logan getting out of control.

"Logan is Logan. He'll get over it. Besides, if he goes after you then he'll have to go through me first. "

Havok cracked a small smile.

"Little You against Logan? That would be interesting to see," Havok teased playfully.

He might have been sort of smiling on the outside but on the inside he was still unsure of this whole situation he had gotten himself and Sophie into to. He calculated by the time their baby was born he would be seventeen years old. Sophie would still be sixteen since her birthday was in January. If Havok had estimated right, the baby would be born in late November or early December. Very unlikely, but possible, even in October.

A part of him wanted to hide away, to pretend that this wasn't happening. But the larger part of him told himself that he had to be there for Sophie and back up anything she wanted to do with their baby. Adoption, he would be okay with. Keeping the kid, if that was what would make Sophie happy. Abortion, he would absolutely put his foot down.

Havok swallowed. He then cleared his throat to say,

"We should talk now."

This suprised Sophie. She was kind of relieved that Havok wanted to talk about this without her having to bring it up again. This talk would get Logan off of her back for making a plan.

"Okay," Sophie agreed. "Where should we start?"

Havok plunged right into the conversation,

"First what I want to say is that I'll be behind you during the entire way. Except for abortion."

"Don't worry. I don't want an abortion or adoption," Sophie reassured him.

"Are you sure you don't want to do adoption?"

"Positive. I could never do that to my baby," Sophie said tensely.

A part of Havok disagreed with Sophie. But he kept his mouth shut.

"So. . . we'll just raise the kid together then?"

"Yes," Sophie replied. "But according to Logan simply 'raising' our kid won't be enough. Whatever that means."

"Maybe it means that we're inexperienced," Havok suggested.

"Maybe we are, but he's inexperienced too," Sophie pointed out.

"Yeah, but you're sixteen Soph: you're already almost an adult."

Havok did have a point. Logan had started fatherhood when his child was sixteen years old. Sophie and Havok would start parenthood the day their infant took its first breath. Sophie moved on to another subject they had to discuss.

"What are we going to do about money?" Sophie asked.

Havok was silent for a moment.

"I could get a job," Havok suggested.

Sophie shook her head.

"That'll cut into your training and school," Sophie said.

"Same as you," Havok said.

"I'm pregnant. I don't think Logan would approve of me training right now." Sophie pointed out.

Havok frowned.

"You didn't even get to pick out a codename yet," Havok said.

"I will later. Right now I could get a job," Sophie said seriously.

Havok laughed.

"What's so funny?" Sophie asked.

"Your stubborness, its cute."

Sophie nudged him playfully. Even though she had been with Havok for almost two months, she still felt a certain barrier that kept her from completely trusting him. Sophie figured it was because she had been used so many times by her mother for her cons. Others had used her in different ways. They all had the same thing in common: all of them had taken advantage of her trust.

She knew the wall would have to come down eventually. Sophie hoped it would be Havok to crash through that barrier that has been up for so long. After all, Havok is the father of her baby.

"Cute? Cute, you say?" Sophie said flirtatiously, kissing Havok deeply.

"I do say that," Havok said, pulling Sophie onto his lap. He kissed her as she put her arms around his neck and drew in close. He placed his hands on her hips. They kissed again. She felt Havok's fingers travel up and underneath her T-shirt. Sophie raised an eyebrow. She started to feel the familiar longing for Havok again. She forced herself to tear away from him. If anybody walked into this hallway and saw her and Havok together then Logan would definately be notified.

At first Havok thought she didn't want to. But then she suprised him by opening her door to him. She leaned against the door, swinging it open and half closing it again and again.

"Hey, if you think about it, Logan can't get mad at you any more than he already is 'cause I'm already pregnant," Sophie said as she smiled at Havok.

Havok stood up and followed her.