We've nearly reached the end of this story and I just want to take a moment to thank you all for everything. I hope you've enjoyed watching Thomas grow up, and I hope you like the last few chapters.

Thomas POV

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, in my college dorm, trying to process what my girlfriend just said. Emily is standing in front of me with tears dripping down her face. I can hear her heavy breathing as she cries but I don't do anything about it, even as it slowly rips my heart apart.

"What did you say?" I ask, eerily quiet.

"I'm pregnant," She sobs, and my breath hitches. Holy shit. We've only just started college and she's telling me she's pregnant, fucking hell. This cannot be happening. My heart has stopped beating, I don't know what to do.

We have our lives planned out, both of us here at Harvard, me studying medicine and Emily studying literature. We are supposed to become successful, then get married and finally, consider having children. It's not supposed to be like this.

I don't even know if I want kids. Do I want kids?

God, this is so fucked up.

"Tommy, say something." She begs, falling down to her knees in front of me and grabbing my face in her hands.

I look at her with an intense gaze. "I thought you were on the fucking pill." I spit. I hate myself for the hostility in my voice, but I can't stop it. I'm in shock.

She drops her hands from my face and covers her own. "I was! But I missed a few days after the other week, when you threw them across the room!" She hisses.

I narrow my eyes on her, when I recall that night. We were very drunk, and I remember having sex. Without protection. I want to punch myself in the face for being so stupid. It was my idea. But fuck, why didn't she just get new ones?

"Well I'm sorry but I figured you'd be sensible enough to fucking replace them straight away!" I snap back at her. She's not crying anymore, she's just raging.

"I have a fucking life, Tommy! I didn't get the chance! If you didn't throw them away in the first place we wouldn't be in this mess!" She screeches.

"Watch your fucking language!" I hiss, standing up and facing her. We're only feet apart and I can feel her angry, hot breath on my face.

We stand for several moments in silence, the only noise is our heavy breathing.

"Do you want to keep it, or get rid of it?" She asks me, and I nearly fall backwards at the question. How could she ever think I would want to kill my baby? Our baby. A part of me and her.

"We're not fucking aborting it, Emily! I'm not a fucking murderer!" I yell, "Please don't say you want to murder our child?" I ask, my voice lowering.

Tears drip down her face again, and I can't take it anymore. I pull her into my arms and hold her close to me. The only way we're going to get through this is by being together.

"I don't want to kill our baby," She sobs through the tears, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Apparently, we're going to be parents.

"Marry me, then." The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them but I don't regret it. I've known I wanted to marry Emily since we were only four years old.

"Okay." She whispers into my chest, her sobs have subsided and her breathing is back to normal. I pull back and tilt her face up to meet mine.

"Really?" I ask in disbelief, she's actually going to marry me?

She scrubs her eyes and then narrows them. "Yes but because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, not because I'm pregnant."

I grin widely, and take her in my arms. I'm going to be a husband, and a father at the age of eighteen. Oh god, my parents are going to kill me.

"We need to tell our parents." She mumbles like she can read my mind. This is not going to go well.

I drive through the large gates of my parent's property in my Ferrari F12 Berlinetta after getting past security. As soon as I park the car my Mom is rushing out of the house and over to us.

"Thomas! Emily! It's so good to see you!" She exclaims happily, bringing us both in for a hug. After several moments I gently push her off, I'm scared if I don't she'll never let go. I step around my Mother as she chats to Emily about the latest gossip or whatever it is girls talk about, and walk into the house, greeting Taylor on my way.

Just as I'm walking into the house, I hear my Dad yell from upstairs.

"Ana? Is that Thomas? Make sure he doesn't do an awful job of parking again!" I laugh to myself at the accusation of my dodgy parking. It's not that bad, sort of.

I'm about to shout a witty reply but he comes bounding down the stairs, wearing shorts and a button down shirt. I raise an eyebrow at his outfit, it definitely isn't that hot outside.

He grins as soon as he sees me, and pulls me into a tight hug. "Thomas buddy, how are you?"

I smirk up at him. "Apparently not any better at parking," I quip, and he chuckles softly.

Clasping my shoulder he leads me into the dining room, "You really need to work on it. Last time you were here, Taylor had to move your car just so he could get out. Anyway, enough of that. Tell me, how is everything? College? Are you eating well? Studying?"

I shake my head at all the questions on a grin. "Dad, I'm absolutely fine," I lie, I'm not. I'm absolutely freaking out because I'm about to have a baby, and he'll hate me.

He eyes me for a second before nodding and pouring us a drink. I take it gratefully on a smile, and try to form the words that I know could wreck our relationship forever.

"Dad, there's something I need to tell you," I say quietly, and he moves closer to me with a worried look.

He leans down and grips my shoulder. "Is something wrong, Thomas?"

I don't get the chance to reply though because my Mom and Emily walk in, followed by Gail who is carrying lunch. I share a knowing look with my girlfriend.

"I hope you're hungry, Thomas. Gail has made your favourite." My Mom informs me on a smile as they both take their seat at the table. I eye the spare ribs on the plate, normally my mouth would be watering but right now all I feel is sick. Sick at the thought of breaking the news to my parents.

"Oh yeah," I lie on a fake smile, as I try to sit down at the table I'm stopped by my Dad.

He grips my arm so tightly I can't move, and leans closer to my face. "Thomas, tell me if there is something going on. What's happened?" He asks, and I can hear the nervousness in his voice.

I shake my head on a smile. "Don't worry about it, Dad. It's not important."

He rakes a hand through his hair and growls. "If something is going on, I want to know. Whatever it is we'll sort it out together."

My heart warms slightly at the statement, but for some reason I don't think it will apply in this situation.

"Seriously, Dad. It doesn't matter." I reinforce, and pull out of his grip. He sighs as I take my seat but doesn't push it. He sits opposite me and Emily, eyeing me with caution.

We start eating our food and the conversation begins to flow easily. Emily talks about the book she's studying in English Literature with my Mom, and I tell my parents about the work experience I did at the local hospital.

My Mom is in the middle of telling us about Theo's new girlfriend, when before I can stop myself the dreaded words fall out of my mouth.

"Emily is pregnant." I practically yell, and instantly regret it. Emily looks at me with wide eyes, and my parents stare at me blankly.

Christian POV

The dinner table falls silent and I grip my cutlery tighter. I'm praying to God I heard wrong. My son cannot be having a baby.

"What?" Ana asks, her voice at least 10 decibels higher than usual.

"We're having a baby," My son repeats.

My heart stops beating and my brain stops working. This cannot be happening. It must be a nightmare, my eighteen year old son cannot be sitting in front of me telling me he's having a baby when he's still a child himself.

They won't be able to raise a baby, they can barely look after themselves, not to mention they've both only just started college. If he thinks he can just shove this baby on us he's got another thing coming.

"Thomas, please tell me you're joking?" Ana asks quietly, I can feel her body is completely tense beside me.

"I wouldn't joke about this, Mom. I'm not an idiot." He responds, with slight irritation in his voice.

I scoff loudly. "Well you obviously fucking are! How the hell did this happen?! Let me guess you were both wasted as fuck? This isn't happening. You two are not fit to raise a baby." I yell angrily, throwing my glass cup against the wall. Ana and Emily flinch, but my son stares me down.

"Dad, I know you're pissed but we're doing this with or without your support." Thomas says bravely, very bravely seeing as I'm giving him my death glare.

I stand up and tower over him. "You're my fucking son, Thomas, and you better listen to me when I say this is not happening. You're too fucking young, and too immature for this. A baby is a big responsibility and if it's anything like you it will be an absolute pain in the ass!" I yell. I can feel my eyes blazing into his, but he doesn't falter. His crystal ones never once leave mine.

"Christian, we need to talk about this rationally. We can't change anything now, we just need to decide what we're all going to do." Ana interrupts calmly. I look down at her in shock, she's always managed to keep her cool when it came to our son, whereas I've always completely lost it with him.

"There is nothing rational about this Anastasia, do you really think he will be able to raise a child? He's a selfish, hormonal, alcohol obsessed teenage boy!" I shout, and the guilt suddenly hits me when I see the devastated look on my son's face.

Thomas stands up, throwing me one last glare before storming out of the room, kicking over a chair on his way out.

"Tommy!" Emily yells desperately after him. She drops her head and I can hear her crying, now I do feel bad. Ana moves beside her to offer some reassurance, as she whispers comforting things to the teenage girl.

"Emily, I didn't mean to upset you," I mumble, feeling ashamed I'd made a young girl cry, "You have to understand this is all quite a shock."

Ana narrows her eyes on me. "Go and find your son and tell him you're sorry, that you love him and we'll do whatever we can to support him and Emily."

I stare back at her, my mouth gaped slightly. She can't be serious? How can she be okay with all of this? They're kids having a kid!

"Christian," She snaps, and I raise my hands in mock surrender before storming out of the room in the direction my son went.

I find Thomas leaning on the balcony on the veranda outside. His hair is matted on top from running his hand through it so much. I walk up beside him, and he glances at me before turning his attention back to the vast backyard.

"I'm sorry about the things I said, Thomas. Your Mom and I love you, and we're going to support you two in any way we can." I say sincerely, wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck. I'm going to have to get over this, or face losing my son and future grandchild, the choice is simple.

"I'm going to be a fucking awful Dad," He mumbles, still looking straight ahead.

"Language," I mutter half-heartedly, "Buddy, you're going to be just fine. Trust me, as soon as you hold your baby in your arms it will all make sense to you. That overwhelming love will hit you and it will never leave, even when they let you down."

Thomas looks at me now, his eyes burrow into mine. "I'm sorry if I've disappointed you, Dad."

I breathe in sharply. "You could never disappoint me, Thomas. I mean, you're giving me my first Grandchild, sure it's a few years earlier than I wanted to become a Granddad but I'm still grateful, and if I love your baby even half as much as I love you, it will be enough for a lifetime." I respond sincerely, stroking my knuckles down my son's smooth face.

"What's it like being a Dad?" He asks me, a smirk on his face.

I step back slightly and look at him. I could speak for hours about how it feels to be a Dad, but maybe everything I feel only applies to my children because they're exceptional people.

"Being a Dad makes you fall in love again." I explain, a smile on my face, "You develop such a love for your child, and you end up besotted with them. It's a massive responsibility, because this baby, this tiny person it's completely dependent on you and they're for several years after. They'll change your life forever, but it's worth it. Even when they yell at you, and tell you they hate you, it's still worth it. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love you three with everything I have."