A/N: I don't own Just Listen. This was never meant to be a long story, so the next chapter will probably be the last. A big thanks to everyone who left me such kind and thoughtful reviews-Ya'll rock! Without further ado, here's Chapter Two. Review, por favor!

I awoke to a cold space behind me on the bed and angry sounds—the screaming electric guitars and frantic drumbeats of Muse, one of Owen's newest discoveries. Owen called it "emotional music"—he compared it to the way he felt inside when he was really angry, ready to Hulk-smash the next person that opened their mouth. I knew him well enough to know that he reserved Muse for bad days, and briefly wondered what could be wrong before remembering the events of the previous evening.

With a gasp, I sat up in bed and rushed into the living room, where Owen sat on the couch, staring at the ceiling as he seethed.

"Owen, are you—"

"You forgot to put back my nail clippers, Annabel." he cut me off, his tone harsh. "And I found them in your drawer with these." My fears were confirmed when he held up one of my tests, the little blue plus visible even from a distance.

"I—"

"You what, Annabel? Did you really think you could hide this from me?" Owen was clearly fighting to control his rage.

"No, I-"

"How long did you plan on keeping our baby a secret, Annabel? That's not the kind of think you can hide. Not from me-not from anyone..."

"Just listen, okay?" Annabel said, voice raised. Owen glared but remained silent. "I found out yesterday night, just before you got home, so it's not like I've been hiding this for very long. And before you go off on me about keeping secrets, think. Put yourself in my shoes."

I walked over to the sound system and adjusted the volume knob so that the music was barely a whisper in the background, then perched myself on the coffee table, taking both of his hands in mine and leveling with his gaze.

"I'm scared. I'm nineteen, and even though I don't know anything about my future, I do know that I want to spend it with you."

His eyes softened, just a little bit.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you the moment I found out, but I'm just having trouble coming to terms with the fact that my life with you has barely started and we're already going to have a baby."

And then my voice cracked, and my emotional dam burst along with my willpower.

"Owen, what do we do?" I sobbed, collapsing into his arms.

He caught me and held my fragile body against his for what seemed like a precious eternity, before pulling away and staring deep into my eyes.

"Annabel, I love you so much." I was clutching his shirt in my hand, as though it would pull me closer to him. "And I'm gonna love our kid to the moon and back."

Through wet eyes, I smiled at him. Not a model smile. Not a family-photo smile. The kind of smile where the corners of your mouth are barely turned upwards, but your eyes just say what needs to be said.

"I'm sorry I got mad." He said. "I just thought—"

I silenced him with a soft kiss on the lips, smiling into his mouth as his breath caught in his throat.

"It's okay." I whispered.

Owen ran his fingers through my hair, the cool metal of his rings making me shiver as his hands rested on the back of my neck. He wasn't ever harsh or forceful in the way he touched me, and sometimes it surprised me how a person as large as Owen could be as gentle as he was.

I placed my hands on his chest and we just stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other and just drinking in the moment, before he finally kissed my cheek and got up.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Hold on—just give me a sec." His voice was growing farther away as he disappeared down the hall.

I sat back into the warm leather and waited for Owen to return.

When he got back, he walked over to the stereo system, turned off the mournful notes of Muse, and inserted a familiar disk into the slot. Two seconds into the song, I recognized that it was Thank You. It was our song.

Owen took a deep breath before kneeling on the ground in front of me.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time." Owen started. "And since you're so amazing and beautiful and special to me, I figure that now's as good a time as any to..."

He pulled a small, velvety-blue box out of nowhere and held it out to me.

Tears threatened to spill over, but somehow I managed not to cry again and pried the box open with shaky fingers. It was a silver circle, dotted with one large, round diamond sitting perfectly in its center and dotted with smaller diamonds that gleam around the band like stars in the sky.

"Annabel Green, will you marry me?"

The words had barely left his mouth before I'd tackled him in a hug and held him against me. "Of course, Owen."

We stood up together, him taking the ring and sliding it smoothly onto my finger, before lacing his hands into mine and leading me into the center of the room.

He twirled me around, eyes shining, and we danced together, my head against his chest, as Led Zeppelin serenaded us into the morning.