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Lola's fingers wandered across her stomach, which was completely overfilled with delicious Argentinian food, and smiled. This date was perfect. Way better than any extravagant plan that Miles could've had. It was crazy that Miles knew her better than she knew herself. She thought she wanted to go out and do something fancy, but this was better. The way that the conversation was flowing out of the two of them without hesitation, the delicious food made from family recipes, the smoothness of her skin due to the avocado mask... It felt right.

"So, what's next on our agenda?" Lola said, taking a sip of her second glass of champagne. She was watching herself pretty carefully. The last thing she wanted was to end up blackout drunk in front of Miles again.

"Who said this wasn't the entire date?" Miles replied, seeming offended.

Lola stopped in her tracks, feeling her entire face turn as pink as her hair was in sophomore year. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean... This is great. I didn't mean to assume..." She stumbled on her words.

"I'm kidding." Miles laughed, reaching his hand into his pocket and grabbing his car keys. "Franks?" He called out, and Frankie came barreling down the stairs like nothing Lola had ever seen. If only Frankie had that type of speed during track season, maybe Degrassi would've won more meets. "Frankie, would you mind driving my car to Lola's favorite gelato place and grabbing us some delicious gelato? And of course, grab some for yourself." He said, and Frankie nodded, grabbing the keys excitedly and disappearing.

"Damn, she did not hesitate." Lola said.

"She's been dying to drive my car since I got it a couple years back." Miles responded, standing up from his seat and approaching Lola. "Come here." He said, reaching his hands out and picking her up from her seat without even missing a beat. Lola found herself wondering when Miles got so ripped, but she kept it to herself. She was enjoying his touch far too much to question anything.

Miles carried Lola to the couch and placed her carefully before sitting next to her. "You're stuffed, aren't you?" He questioned, and Lola giggled. It was true. She had eaten way more than she should've, but she couldn't help it. Her family's cooking was far superior to anything she'd ever tasted. Authentic Argentinian food had no competition.

"I wanted to ask you about something." Miles said, his tone suddenly much more serious. He pulled Lola into his lap and placed a kiss on her jaw before proceeding. "Something about... something we never really discussed." He started. "The, uh... baby. Or... lack thereof." His hand found its way to Lola's stomach and she found herself getting self conscious and a bit uncomfortable. She hadn't thought about her abortion in a while. Sure, it came up every once in a while, especially for the few months after, every time she got her period, but... She'd just about wiped it from her brain for the most part. It was traumatic as hell, and the last thing she wanted to do was think about it during her perfect date with Miles.

"Okay..." Lola forced herself to say, trying to make herself seem more comfortable with the topic than she truly was. "Why now? I mean... This isn't exactly first date convo. At least... Not any first dates I've ever been on." She said.

Miles placed his lips on Lola's jaw once again, and trailed the kisses to her neck and collarbone. "And I won't force you to talk about it beyond answering this one question... Did you do it because of me? Because I was... you know, kind of a piece of crap?" He asked, and Lola took a moment to take the words in. She was a little bit distracted by how good his lips felt on her skin, honestly. It was the weirdest combination of feelings. She was a little turned on by his kisses, but also completely turned off and a little traumatized by her abortion being brought up again. Oh, Miles... He never strayed away from being confusing as hell.

"I wasn't ready." Lola said simply. "Even if we were like this back then, I wouldn't have been ready. It wasn't you." She said, wrapping her arms around Miles's neck, feeling the champagne kick in, making her movements a little slower and more fluid. "I promise. Now can we stop talking about that for like... ever?" Lola added, a smile creeping across her features. All she wanted to do now was lighten the mood, and maybe kiss Miles a bunch.

"You promise?" Miles said, his voice still seeming unsure. Lola started to wonder just how much of a toll this loss had taken on Miles. If she was honest, she didn't think he cared too much when it was happening. He had bigger fish to fry, including a boyfriend who just got out of a coma. Ex-boyfriend now.

"I promise." Lola said. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you beforehand. It was your... you know..." She didn't want to say baby. That felt so serious. So real. "It was yours too."

Miles's face contorted when Lola said that. "You tried to talk to me. The fact that I abandoned you in your time of need is not your fault." Miles said. "I just wanted to talk about it, since we never really did..." He said. "And now that we've talked about it, we can officially move past it. I promise."

It was strange to look back, Lola thought. If she hadn't made the hard decision to get rid of her baby, she would have a living breathing human right now that relied on her for everything. That was terrifying, which just cemented the fact that that was absolutely the right decision to make. After all, if she had a baby right now, she probably wouldn't be sitting on Miles Hollingsworth's lap, inches from his lips.

"Is it weird to say I love you?" Miles whispered.

Lola nodded. "Probably. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't say it."

"I love you, then." Miles replied, placing his lips gently on Lola's.

"Let's go upstairs." Lola said, and Miles didn't hesitate for a second.