We decided to the Girls today, to get it out of the way. I wanted them to know because they were my Girlies. I would always want them to know first, if I could help it. They meant a hell of a lot to me.

We walked into Tasha's house, hand in hand, as we still had a spare key to see Jackson strolling through the hallway, on his own, and he threw a grin at us. He seemed so much more happier now that Rachael was pregnant.

''Hi guys…you're looking very happy.'' He commented smartly, still grinning at us. I nodded, because the truth was that I was feeling very happy too.

''That's because we are.'' I replied honestly, following Jackson into the living room where everybody besides Tasha and Kellan were. Oh yeah, and we knew all too well what they were doing alright.

We got talking about Rachael's pregnancy for a while when Tasha and Kellan finally came back from upstairs. I flashed them a smile, and watched as Rob went outside with Kellan to have a cigarette.

''Hey, I want one too-''

''-No chance, you're looking at my Baby clothes with me, remember?'' Rachael reminded me, pulling me to the stairs in the hallway, and giving me that big eyed look to warn me off cigarettes. I rolled my eyes in response, guessing that she had guessed that I was keeping the baby.

I pouted miserably in response, making her laugh. Surely, one cigarette wouldn't make any difference, right?

She dragged me upstairs with her, and as soon as her bedroom door was shut, she started speaking. ''There's no way that I'm letting you smoke whilst your pregnant, whether you decided to keep it or not!''

I rolled my eyes in response, unable to stop myself. ''Well, we did come to a decision.'' I admitted, shrugging easily as I sat down on Rachael's bed and stole a glance around her room. Wow, it was tidy for once.

''Wh…what…the…AND?'' I looked back to see Rachael spluttering for words, before forcing an and for me to continue on and tell her what that decision was. I smiled-a little sheepishly-and forced myself to tell her.

''Well we decided to keep the Baby.'' I admitted, shrugging easily again. She gasped in shock, watching me closely. Once what I had said rang through her, she sat down on the bed, next to me, and confused me, by taking my hands in hers.

''Is that what you want?'' She asked me, confusing me even more. I nodded my head in response, because of course that was what I wanted. It was a part of me now, and my whole being longed for this Baby.

''Of course,'' I told her truthfully. ''I mean, its still a shock, but of course it will be a shock. But…I want this Baby.'' I promised her, because it was the truth. I had never felt so sure of anything more.

''Well, of course that's all very well, Charlie.'' She agreed, although I knew there was a but coming along. ''But…are you sure that you're ready for the things that a Baby entails?'' She asked me, making me lose my patience.

It wasn't her fault, but I felt as though she was being a little cheeky after she had got pregnant by mistake, herself.

''Are you sure that you are?'' I asked back furiously. She looked shocked at how angry I had sounded with her, which made me feel guilty automatically. I turned my head away and frowned at the floor.

''Sorry, that was out of order.'' I apologized, without looking back up at her. I felt really guilty as it was.

''That's okay darling, it's the hormones kicking in, I know.'' She promised me, even though I was just less than a week pregnant. I rolled my eyes in response to that but she didn't see.

''I am sure of this though. I know that its going to be a lot to take in, but you've made that choice too. You wont exactly be able to go out clubbing every night, and have fun anymore…I can handle that.'' I admitted with an easy shrug.

''Oh don't worry Darling, I'll just get Tasha to look after the Baby.'' she replied laughing, before rubbing her baby bump affectionately.

I rolled my eyes in response, and tried to get her to be serious. ''Seriously though Rachael…a Baby is a big thing. I know that you probably think I'm too young to cope, but…I cant get rid of it. It's a part of Rob…and me, and I just…I cant.'' I admitted, because it was true.

She smiled at me in response, pleased with how I had just admitted that. ''I think that you'll be a great Mum, you know. And no, I am not judging you because of your age.'' She added, squeezing my hands which were still in hers.

I smiled in response, unable to stop myself. ''Well obviously you will be the coolest Mum around.'' I told her because it was true. She laughed easily in response before rolling her eyes as if to disagree with me.

''Oh please…the mum with the drinking problem?'' She asked me sarcastically. I wasn't sure if she knew herself that it was a joke, but I had to laugh, because of course Rachael didn't have an alcohol problem.

Rachael showed me the baby clothes that her and Jackson had brought then, and I noticed how she wasn't happy when she mentioned Jackson's name. Mind you, she had a good point on that one; Rachael had been smart and brought pretty yellow romper suits, and Jackson…well he was just being a Man, bless him.

He had brought cute blue tops, and jackets (as it would be October when Rachael was due to give birth) with cute writing on like; 'I'm too cute for this' and 'Daddy's little cutie.'

''Well…they are very cute.'' I admitted honestly, because they were. I put down the dark blue jacket with a cute hoodie added on, and looked up to see Rachael frowning at Jackson's choice of clothes.

I laughed in response, before I could stop myself, and rolled my eyes. ''Well at least he's making the effort.'' I tried to comfort her, only to get a huff in response.

''He really thinks its going to be a Boy, you know. I hope it's a Girl just to watch his smug grin get wiped of his face.'' She said jokingly, making me laugh.

We spent the afternoon outside in the garden, but we never got to getting around to telling the Girls, because they were all too busy talking about stuff just as I was about to say it. I sighed, exasperated as we got into the car, to go home.

''Sorry for not telling the Girls. I was trying, really I was, but they just kept talking all the time!''

I complained, because it was true. Rob just smiled, and reached over to take my hand in his as he drove home.

''That's okay.'' He promised me gently. I went to sleep on the sofa straight after when we got in the house and had dinner, because it was so warm in Los Angeles today that I think the weather was wearing me down.

I woke up hours later to find the living room in darkness, and feeling me being picked up by Rob. I went back to sleep quickly, feeling so tired…

When I woke up, I knew that it was morning, the sun outside the curtain was too bright to be still at night time. I sat myself up, feeling slightly woozy as that 'just waking-up' feeling took hold of me.

''Hello again sleepyhead.'' I heard Rob chuckle, as he gently ran his fingers through the back of my hair. He kissed me softly on my cheek, and watched me become more alert, awake. I smiled back at him, reaching for him with my arms, now that I was awake.

He chuckled again quietly, and let my face find his, my lips pressing down eagerly on his. I kissed him more urgently, our bodies falling back onto the sofa slowly, as his hands pressed my body deeper onto his…

I gasped in shock, and instantly released my body from his. He watched me in confusion as I climbed off of the bed, and ran to the toilet, where I was sick. I knew this was definitely not to do with my pregnancy though; I was only about a week, if that.

This was probably because of the awful vegetarian food that I had cooked for myself last night…it was only a few days out of date and I thought I would have been fine…

''Charlie, are you okay?'' I was happy to notice that Rob had been holding my hair all the while that I was disgustingly sick like the way I had just been. I nodded my head against the toilet seat, as he wrapped his hands further around my hair, helping keep it out of the way.

''Ugh……yeah…food poisoning.'' I gasped out, before I was violently sick again.

''Food poisoning?'' He questioned confused.

I waited until the aftermath of the sickly feeling went away a little bit before I replied to him. I nodded my head in response. ''Uh hum, I cooked vegetarian sausages last night…they were a couple days off, and they tasted a bit rank, but I ate them anyway.'' I gasped out, before my head fell back into the toilet, and I was sick again.

Ugh, and in front of my loving, loyal husband too!! Not at all embarrassing or anything. I groaned in agony as I lifted my head up from the toilet in complete embarrassment. ''Ugh, how embarrassing!'' I complained.

''Don't be silly…are you alright now?'' He asked me worriedly. I lifted my head, and nodded now that the sickly feeling had left.

''I think so.'' I replied as he gently placed my hair back onto my shoulders. I was just about to talk again, before I was sick again. Rob held my hair as soon as my face ducked back down to the toilet and was sick again.

''Charlie…I think we should call a Doctor.''

''No, I'm fine-'' I didn't get to finish what I was going to say, because my head was already on the toilet, with me being sick again. Rob sighed in response, and I knew that he would want me to see a Doctor.

''I really think that I should call a Doctor-''

''No please, I'm going to have enough check ups as it through this pregnancy! Please don't make me, you know that I hate Doctors, please!'' I begged him, before my head fell back to the toilet and I was sick yet again.

I still noticed the different though, it was definitely less violent than the first few times that I was sick.

''Charlie, I still really think that I should call out a Doctor, just to be on the safe side. Remember that its not just you that you have to be worried about now. Just think of that Baby, our baby.'' He warned me.

Because he knew that by using somebody else, anyone else that didn't include me, I would have to protect them. Especially one that included a part of me and Rob; how could I hurt our baby? A part of us both. I couldn't!

''Oh my god Rob…what if the Baby's hurt? What if its as in much pain as I'm in now, what if the baby is really hurting? Oh my god….this is punishment. This is my fault for not wanting our baby in the first place-''

''Charlie, Charlie, calm down.'' Rob told me in a calm, gentle voice. ''Just take deep breathes.'' He asked me, kissing me softly on the forehead. I did what he said, because I knew that it wouldn't be good to stress the baby out too.

I already felt protective of the little baby already growing inside of me despite not being very pregnant at all. I didn't give a damn if that sounded stupid, because my love for my baby was already beyond anything that I could control.

''You're right, I have to keep calm for the Baby.'' I replied; nodding my head because I knew that I had to.

''Not just for the baby…but for you too!'' Rob begged me, sighing. I nodded my head in response, leaning into his hand as he leaned it to my right cheek.

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