AN: Hey, guys! So I am finally updating this story, so happy that I am finally updating. Every Thursday, throughout this month, I will be updating this story. So exciting. I also plan on updating throughout next month as well. Thanks so much for reading and staying with me while I didn't update. Don't forget to follow, favorite, and review. Thanks for reading, JuJuB7.

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Chapter 2

A funeral home. He owns a funeral home. He goes to running a meat shop to owning a funeral home. Liv walks further into the funeral home, she can hear his voice. She walks into what seems like the waiting area. On the outside she was nervous, but on the inside she's even more nervous. She's still not sure how she's going to tell him. God, she could throw up. Funny, that's what she's been doing for the past three weeks. Sometimes she couldn't even leave the bathroom. That's why it has taken her so long to come here. Today, however, she had been feeling well another to get out of the house so instead of going into work this morning, she came here. Now she is regretting coming here, but she has to tell him. She has to. She wasn't going to be the person to keep him away from his child. What kind of person would she be? She's not going to be that person. She's going to tell him. She's going to tell him.

"Liv Moore," He says, walking into the room startling Liv. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"We need to talk," Liv says. "In private."

"Alright," He says, closing the doors behind him. "What do we need to talk about in private?"

Liv tries to form the words, but nothing comes out of her mouth. She watches as he moves from his spot by the door to directly in front of her. She can feel his hands wrapping around her waist. He places a quick kiss on her lips before moving onto her neck. His grips tightens around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She should stop him, but it feels good. So so good. She lets herself get lost in his touches, his amazing touches. She barely remembers his touches, she was too drunk to remember much. As she enjoys his touches, Liv remembers why she came here to begin with and then she feels sick, very sick. She pulls away from him and quickly walks away, turning her back to him. He approaches her and places his hands on her shoulders. He forces her to turn around to look at him.

"Everything okay?" He asks.

"Blaine," Liv whispers. "I know you really don't want to hear this or if you really want this but I have to tell you because it wouldn't be right if I didn't tell you…"

"What is it?" Blaine asks.

"Remember when we had sex?" Liv asks. "Well, turns out we didn't use protection because one, we were drunk and two we were zombies before and we really didn't have to worry about it which is our downfall because I'm pregnant and you're the father."

"You're pregnant," Blaine says. "And I'm the father. I'm going to be a father. I'm going to be a father."

"Yes," Liv says as Blaine's faints. "Oh no."