Does anyone want to know what Antonio is thinking this whole time?

Well now you can find out!

In this chapter, which shall be all seen through the green eyes of our beautiful Spaniard...

Chapter 9: Maybe...? Maybe not...

"Antonio~" My little Lovino called from another room. Now that I think about it, he's been acting weird since he went to breakfast with his brother last week. I didn't think about it too long, because I felt happier than usual today. I had everything I ever needed and things were going great. I smiled as I walked in there to see him.

He was laying on our bed and smiling at me. He was so perfect, even if he denied it in all cases. The way his eyes drooped when he was tired. His dark brown hair that complimented his skin tone. The hazel-green of his eyes. The way he wasn't too big or small.

Everything that was there, was what made Lovino. From the curl on his head to the attitude in everything he says and does. It was beautiful.

I walked over to him and sighed. "What is it, amor?"

Lovino's smiled a little, letting out a small sigh. "I missed you." He whispered in his cute, begging voice.

"I'm here now." I responded, leaning in to claim his lips as my own. This felt so perfect, just every touch, every moment. I wouldn't trade this moment, or him, for anything.

After all of those years of arguing and him rejecting me constantly. I had him. I had Lovino, and had seen sides of him no one else had even gotten close to. I knew most of his secrets, his fears, and what makes him happiest. Which was hard to do with someone like Lovi.

I moved a hand down to cup his face when I heard crying. I opened my eyes to look at him, who looked both surprised and annoyed. If he wasn't crying, then who was.

I turn my head to the side to see the door open, giving me an angle of a room down the hall, which the door was also open.

"What-?" I sat up and looked at the door. The crying grew louder, and louder. It wasn't an adult, or a child, but more like, an infant. A little baby. I stood up and walked in there to see a baby lying in a crib. My smile grew as I picked it up. Of course, I should have known.

After putting her back to sleep, I laid her back down in the crib and walked back to my Lovi. I looked at him and sat down next to him.

No response.

"Lovi?" I shook his shoulder a little bit. "Lovino answer me."

He didn't move, not even open his eyes. His bipolar moods were normal, he would be all loving one moment and cold the next. I'm used to being ignored like this. I leaned down and pressed my head to his chest. I didn't even hear his heartbeat.

"LOVI!" I yelled and shook him violently. The crying started again, Lovino wasn't moving.

This can't be real...

I tried to shift Lovino and get him laying flat on his back. That's when I saw it. That's when I saw the pool of blood on the bed. I felt the tears stream down my face, I could hear the baby cry more, and that's when everything went black, as if my own heart had stopped.

I sat up straight in the bed breathing heavily, clutching the sheet to my chest. What was that? What just happened? I calmed down a little, running a hand through my sweat soaked hair. I usually don't have nightmares. When I do they involve something from my past, but never something that's not even real.

Me and Lovi didn't have a baby girl. Not even a child. And we probably wouldn't ever have any. Because that was impossible. I sighed and looked around the room. Lovino was sleeping peacefully beside me. He was laying on his side, facing me. He always looked so happy when he was asleep. I smiled a little and ran my hand through his hair, avoiding the tempting curl because the last thing I need is him waking up and yelling at me.

Laying back down I pulled him close to me, closing my eyes. Everything was going to be okay, Lovino was alright, there was no baby in the room down the hall. We were going to have our wedding and then live to be happy. I had finally found a way to make him happy. I smiled and buried my face in his hair.

I felt him shift a little, his hair tickling my neck and chest. He mumbled something in his sleep, probably something about me, or tomatoes, or both. It was still cute. With him close to me and the moon lightly coming through the curtains I drifted off back to sleep. Having a nice dream this time.

When morning arrived, I noticed neither of us had moved at all. Lovino was still in my arms, but he was awake, and looking at me.

"Good morning, my love." I whispered, pulling him closer. He sighed a little and snuggled into my chest, mumbling "Good morning."

I chuckled a little and kissed his forehead, brushing his hair out of his perfect eyes. My cute little Lovi was even cuter when he was half awake. because he didn't yell at me, or deny how much he loved me, or anything else.

Lovino moved and pushed away from me to lay on his stomach. He laid his face in the pillow.

"Don't go back to sleep." I whispered.

"Why the fuck not?" He asked. He was awake. I call it Level three of Lovino being awake. Where he's awake enough to cuss, but he could still fall asleep at any moment.

"Because we can go watch a movie and eat some breakfast instead." I suggested.

"Fine..." Lovino mumbled and rolled out of bed. I got up too, trying to shake that nightmare from my head. I hoped that wouldn't ever happen. Well, the ending part, the whole thing with Lovi being cute would be nice. Or even if there was a baby waiting for me or him to go get him/her.

I could do without the whole dying thing.

But, it wouldn't happen anyway, because us having children is impossible.

Maybe it's not, but it's a great thought right?

FUCKING AWESOME RIGHT?

LOL NO