Do you trust me? Do you really TRUST me? Does our marriage count to you? Do you love me? Why couldn't you tell me whatever it is that is troubling you? Do you think I would be angry? Did you cheat on me? I don't care if you have. I wouldn't be angry at you. I never could be. Do you have to leave me? Does your scar bother you after all? It bothers me. The fact that I scarred perfection hurts me. Have I done something? Have I broken or betrayed your trust? I'm sorry.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'M SORRY! Connor thought as they sat in silence on the bus waiting to go to his house. Their stop came, they got off the bus, they said goodbye to Dynasty and it was obvious Dynasty knew the secret he was excluded from. Why her? Why not me? I've given you the rest of my life, you've done the same so why can't I be trusted where she can? They walked up the path in silence, Connor opened the door and listened for his Mother. No sound. He waved his wife in and they took up the stairs and into his room in the same deafening silence as on the bus. Imogen hadn't even uttered a word to Dynasty, the bus was loud other than that but even so he felt as if locked in a white padded room with handcuffs on his wrists. Why won't you let me help you. Please I hate being powerless. Connor sat down beside Imogen and she leant on his shoulder as he played with her hair. She soon began to cry loudly and painfully, he soothed her until she quietened but he just wanted to stand up and demand that she let him help her.
"Shh, shh it's okay. I'm here it's okay, we're okay. It'll all be okay." Was his string of calming words but even he knew he wasn't fooling anyone.
"No.. No it won't."
"Shh, of course it will be, I love you."
"I love you too."
"We're going to get through this no matter what it is. No matter how bad it seems I won't leave you." Connor said as he began to cry as he couldn't stand to hear her in such pain.
"I-"
"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I'm here." Connor said even though he desperately wanted to know.
Imogen pulled away and turned her body so she was facing him, she gulped and looked threw cloudy eyes at Connor.
"Pro-mise me."
"Anything."
"Pro-mise me it'll still be my choice."
"Huh?"
"Promise me."
"I promise Im." Connor said as he put his arm on her leg and rubbed sincerely.
"I'm... Pregnant Connor." She said after turning away.
"Pregnant?"
"Mmm." She said as she choked back a sob.

A baby? Is that it? Just a baby. My god Imogen you scared me. Choice. It makes sense now she thought I'd try and force my own way on her make her do what ever it is I'd want. No Im, I'd never do that. Yes I want to be a Dad but only if you want to be a Mom.

"Imogen, I'd never make you do something you didn't want to do. We will face this together but it's your body and exams and all the other things we have to do. It's your choice. Our life but your choice."
"Phew." Imogen said calming down and breaking out in a smile from ear to ear.
"Come here you." Connor said as he held his arms out.

Imogen and Connor hugged until Christine returned home and slammed the front door shut alerting Connor to a foul mood. He kissed Imogen's forehead and ventured out into the unknown.

"Mom?"
"In the Kitchen Connor."
"Hey" Connor said with a smile.
"Hi, is she staying for dinner?"
"Wha, how did you know?"
"Last time I checked you never creep down the stairs unless I'm in bed or Imogen's up there."
"Oh, you don't mind do you?"
"Of course I don't you already asked me last week."
"Oh.. Yeah." Connor said with a smirk.
"Well is she staying for dinner?"
"I'll check thanks Mom."
"Hm."

Connor raced back up the stairs and opened his bedroom door.
"You hungry?"
"Nope, nauseous yes, hungry no."
"Well please don't be sick on my laptop!" He said jokily.
"I wouldn't dare." She said with a wink
"Right I'd better tell Mom that you're not hungry B.R.B" He said before scooting off.

Imogen, happier than before picked up three sheets of card from on the floor and quickly make the orange, green and yellow look like sick before putting it on his keyboard and screen, she sniggered to herself before whipping her phone out to text Dynasty.

Imogen; Told him. His fine with it. His barely mentioned it tho.
Dynasty: Oh maybe he thinks your jokin'
Imogen: No, he know's I'm serious.
Dynasty: Oh babe do you think his processed it yet? the baby bomb is a lot to take in.
Imogen: I dunno' hope he has, he seems as if its better than expected, maybe he thought I was dying or something?
Dynasty: Well try and talk about it? K? I gotta go babe, text you after my film.