I woke up in the living room, with me on the sofa, and a cream blanket around my body. I blinked twice to try and get used to the light of the living room, and turned my head slightly to see Rob and Rachael jump up from their chairs as soon as I had turned my head.

''Are you alright?''

''Charlie, love?''

They asked me worriedly as I picked my body up from the sofa, instantly feeling a woozy sensation hit me. My body stumbled backwards straight away, and Rob's hands were already there, behind my back, easing my fall as I fell back into the sofa.

I groaned groggily though I knew that that was probably just because I had just woken up from fainting.

''Charlie, is it the baby?'' I gasped and my eyes-instantly wide-found Rachael's eyes. Her hand was already over my stomach, as if she was going to find a bloody heartbeat! But how the hell did she know anyway?

I turned my head and glared at Rob, who instantly flinched away from the look. Rachael sighed heavily in response.

''Give him a break…he had to tell me. He was so worried after you fainted like that!'' She stuck up for him.

I huffed in response, angry now. ''About me or the baby?'' I asked childishly. Still, that didn't stop my temper, knowing that I was being childish.

''About you! Though obviously you'll have to take it easy now, for the Baby's sake-''

''-And what if I don't want to keep the baby? Have you thought of that?'' I demanded at her, not knowing if I was truly bluffing or not at the minute. Rob's mouth fell open automatically, and Rachael stared at me as if I had completely lost it.

I shook my head once in response, turning my head away and pouting at the wall like a stroppy two year old; too angry to speak to them at the minute. The thing was this was my body, not theirs. It would be me having to have this baby, not them!

And yet it seemed that they had already made their minds up about this while I was out for the count, which made me feel furious. The only reaction I had gotten from Rob in the first place was fainting and sulking.

And now it seemed that because he had changed his mind about this, they wanted me to follow through. I didn't think so.

''I'm going to go. You and Rob have things to talk about.'' Rachael commented, heading towards the door.

''Oh you bet we do.'' I agreed furiously, throwing a glare at Rob. He winched in response, but I ignored that and turned to look at Rachael in the doorway. ''And don't tell the Girls please.'' I asked her.

She rolled her eyes in response. ''As if I would; that's your job to do.'' She added before quickly running out of the room.

''COWARD!'' I screamed as I heard the front door being shut. I felt absolutely furious with her, right now. I pulled my head into my hands and sighed heavily refusing to look up at Rob. I still felt pretty pissed with him too.

''Charlie,'' Rob's soft voice asked besides me, and I looked up in time to see him sit besides me on the sofa. I watched him carefully as his hand reached for me. I felt the confusion enter my features when Rob gently placed his right hand tenderly on my non-existent belly.

I was too fucking livid with him too pull his hand off of my belly because I knew that I would end up clawing it off. So I stayed still, watching his hand as he gently rubbed my belly, which would be big if they had anything to do about it.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, and he pulled his hand back as I picked my head up to look at him. My temper must have been showing through my features, because he flinched away from the look that I was giving him.

''Charlie…what would you like to do? I know that you think I've made my mind up already, but I haven't. I'm still in shock, and its your body, not mine.'' The kindness in my voice made me feel guilty instantly.

''I'm sorry for being a spoilt brat.'' I apologized, feeling as though I very much needed to. He took my hand in his after I had reached for him.

''You weren't acting like a spoilt brat…it's your body and you have every right to be upset about this. You thought that we had already made a decision without you. Of course we hadn't, like I said before; its your body.''

''Yeah, but its your baby.''

''No,'' he disagreed, shaking his head in response, before nodding to my flat belly, where the baby would be. ''It's our Baby.'' He confirmed.

I looked to the floor, trying to hide away the smile that I knew had spread across my face…but Rob caught it. ''You like the sound of that?'' He asked me playfully, stroking the side of my blushing cheek.

I did like it, I liked it very much. Too much. I was smiling due to how he had confirmed that it would be our baby…but still, it wasn't a good enough reason to keep a baby. You had to be sure, so sure, and I just wasn't.

I was just twenty, and I couldn't have a baby! It was crazy, and I knew that I was definitely not up to being a Mum. I just didn't want to admit that I liked the sound of me…pregnant with Rob's baby. It wasn't a good enough reason.

''It would be our baby…growing in there.'' As he spoke, his hand was instantly back on my belly. ''But…I don't want to pressurize you; I want it to be your decision.'' Rob commented sweetly, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my forehead before he got up from the sofa, leaving me to think things over on my own.

I was grateful for that. I needed time on my own to work things out on my own without any pressure. I tried to list the bad things to deciding to have this baby and the good things, important things to consider.

It would make me happy, there was no doubt about that. To be pregnant with Rob's baby would make me so happy, but that wasn't an excuse to keep a Baby. A Baby needed proper care and love.

Love was something we could probably give, but it wasn't just that. It was…everything. A Baby needed lots and lots of money for things like cots, beds, clothes, toys, food, everything that a baby needs.

And it was only about an hour ago that I was telling myself how much I hated kids. It wasn't true of course, but still…that wasn't the point. I couldn't have a baby, I just…I couldn't. I was struggling to find reasons for not having a Baby now, because the truth was; the more I hungered for that little Girl or little Boy in my arms…with no interruptions from me, and an absolute image of Rob…my body instantly desired the Baby. I clung onto giving in and having this Baby, because it would be mine…mine and Rob's baby.

''I brought you a glass of water…I thought you could use one after you fainted.'' Rob explained, making me jump as he walked back into the living room.

''Lets just do it!'' I said before I knew what I was saying.

''What?'' Rob asked in shock, looking a me confused.

I took a deep breathe and forced myself to say what I had to say. I wanted this, I knew I did. I could feel it in every fibre in my body as I pressed my hand down to my belly…where my baby would be growing.

''I don't want to have a Baby, but everything is telling me that I do…I want to love this Baby, even though I know that I should probably not keep this Baby and that I would probably be a terrible Mum,'' I carried on before Rob could argue with that. ''But I want to love our Baby, I want to keep it.''

He grinned at me, pleased with my decision. He walked up to me and kissed me softly on the lips. ''This Baby is going to be absolutely loved, you know that.'' He promised me, kissing me again. ''I will absolutely love our Baby…he or she will be absolutely perfect.'' He added in his delight, before his lips captured mine again.

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