Author's Note: I feel like my writing is sort of rushed. Does anyone else think so? Thank you for reading this. Please leave a comment if you like it or you don't like it. Thank you!
Thorne's POV
"Cress, I'm home" called Thorne as he stepped into the doorway of their two-story, four-bedroom house. No answer. "Cress?". Still no answer. He smelled smoke coming from the kitchen. He quickly ran there.
Cress was on the floor, crying, with her head in her hands. The smoke was coming from a pan of what looked like was burnt lasagna. "Cress, what's wrong?".
Cress sniffled, picking up her head. "We were going to have a romantic dinner of lasagna in the candlelight, and when it was time for dessert, I was going to look into your eyes while holding your hands and tell you I'm pregnant. But now everything is ruined!" she said, burying her face in her hands.
"Wait a minute, you're pregnant?" he said while gaping at Cress.
"Yes" she mumbled and cried some more. "Wait a minute, Cress don't cry, it's a good thing! I'm going to be a father!" he yelled while picking Cress up and spinning her around like a princess.
Author's Note: I feel like this is possibly my best chapter yet. Maybe. I don't know. I love fanfiction.