I should update over the weekend, but don't hold me to it. I'm rather forgetful in my old age (seeing as this should have been up two days ago)
This is our final dramatic ness and there's only two chapters left after this!!

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The Dragon and the Rose

Chapter Twenty Five

Bun in the Oven

Lucy lay sprawled against Bov, leg propped over his as she tried to get her breath back.

'Told you… experimenting was good,' she panted, leaning up to kiss his jaw. Bov smiled, shutting his eyes.

'Fine, you were right.' It was their third night of using Libby's many ideas and techniques and to say they'd enjoyed it was an understatement.

Lucy shut her eyes contently, Bov's hand moving to hold hers loosely. She listened to the steady thudding of his heart, tracing patterns on his chest with her fingers.

Her mobile began to buzz on the bedside table and with a groan, she rolled onto her belly. Reaching over, she grabbed it.

'Hello?'

'Luce, its Tegan. You have to come and help me. I don't know what to do.' It was difficult to work out what the Welsh woman was saying; she was sobbing and talking none stop.

'Wait, Tegan. Slow down. What's 'appened.'

'Please, Luce, you have to come. Please.'

'I'll be right there.' She hung up, Bov frowning at her.

'What is it?'

'I don't know. Tegan's upset; I'm going over there.' Bov sat up, stretching.

'Do you think it's about Pete?'

'I don't know,' she replied, though she felt a little nervous. What if was about her brother? Lucy dressed quickly, pulling her straggly blonde hair into a ponytail. She quickly checked on Charlie; he was sleeping peacefully, his favourite teddy squashed under his arm.

She smiled, before heading downstairs to grab her keys. 'I'll be back soon,' she yelled up the stairs, before leaving the house and going to her car.

When she got their, the front door was open, Tegan sat on the doorstep waiting. She was still crying, eyes red and puffy. She had a cardigan pulled around herself. She got to her feet when Lucy got out the car and the two headed inside.

'What's wrong? What happened? 'Ave you been robbed?' Lucy looked around the living room, but everything seemed in order.

'No, it's worse!' Tegan cried, holding up a pregnancy test. Lucy's eyes widened.

'Ah.'

'Ah? Is that all you can say. This is awful!' She burst into tears once more, clutching at Lucy. 'Pete's going to kill me.'

'No, no he won't. I bet he'll love being a dad,' she tried to comfort as the two sunk down to the floor.

'No! I asked him about it and he freaked out and went to the Abbey,' she said, burying her head in Lucy's shoulder. 'He's going to leave me, I know it. Oh, Lucy!' Tegan's breath was coming in short pants and for a moment, Lucy thought she was hyperventilating.

'Look,' she said, lifting up Tegan's head and cupping her cheeks. 'Calm. Down,' she said in a firm voice. 'Breathe. Breathe.' Tegan nodded, shutting her eyes as she breathed evenly. 'Right, you need to calm down, because panicking will get you nowhere.'

Tegan nodded, still clutching Lucy's arm. 'You 'ave to tell him.'

'No, I can't.'

'You can't keep it from him, Tegan! He may not like it, but you're pregnant with his kid. He has the right to know.'

The front door creaked open and slammed shut, and both women looked up as Rhys stepped into the living room. He took one look at Tegan, before hurrying forward, almost dropping his crutches.

'What's wrong?' he demanded.

'Nothing,' Tegan replied, getting to her feet and wiping her eyes. 'I need to be alone.' She pushed pat her brother to disappear into her bedroom. Rhys stared at Lucy, accusation etched on his face.

'Did Pete hurt her?'

'No! Just leave it,' Lucy replied. She went to move past him, but he grabbed her wrist.

'Tell me,' he growled. Lucy shoved him away.

'Don't touch me,' she hissed, before leaving the house. Tegan would ring if she wanted anything, but for now, she wanted to be alone.

Rhys sighed, limping towards the bedroom door and knocking. 'Tegan? C'mon. Open up.'

'Leave me alone.' He could hear her crying inside. Opening the door, he peered up. She was sat on her bed, head in her hands, shaking with sobs. He came in, moving awkwardly to sit on the bed, resting his crutches on the floor.

'Please, Tegan. I want to help, but you need to tell me what's wrong,' he said softly, putting an arm around her. She leaned into it.

'If I tell you,' she sniffed. 'You have to promise not to tell anyone.'

'I promise,' he replied, squeezing her hand. It was quiet for a few moments, before she said quietly.

'I'm pregnant. Oh, Rhys, what do I do?'

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