And so…its come to this. The final chapter in my first actual fanfiction that wasnt a one shot that I randomly scribbled down in a notebook or in my drafts on wattpad. Who would've thought that I would actually finish it without smashing my head on the keyboard repeatedly and getting overwhelmed by all the ideas in my head for MAJOR FEELS that would get you guys real emotional. Wait that did happen.

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Stevie's POV

I rise out from beneath the cool sheets of our bed, the sun beginning to creep its way between the cracks in the blinds. I see another light reflecting off that window, coming from the opposite direction, in the bathroom.

I turn beside me to face a bare bed, crinkles still in the linen, left by my long term boyfriend, Zander Robbins. At the sound of the shower turning on, I giggle and realize where he is. I take the opportunity to get dressed without him looking.

I put on a grey shirt tucked into my denim jeans with a brown, askew belt. I slip on a black fedora with a wide brim, brown boots and pack my shoulder bag with work necessities. As I adjust the bag, my lip balm manages to make its way onto the floor. I bend over to pick it up, when I get a stabbing pain in my stomach. I lurch forward, clutching my abdomen, as I let out yelps of pain. The pain soon turns to a swirling feeling, as bile rises in my throat, burning my insides.

I dash to the bathroom, ignoring the fact that Zander was already in there. In the shower. Naked.

I would have normally stopped, gasped in surprise, before covering my eyes in embarrassment. Then Zander would exit the cubicle and wrap a towel around himself, attempting to reassure me that it was now allowable for me to see him naked, as that scenario had already played out multiple times in the bedroom.

But not this time. This time, I ran straight for the toilet, lifting the lid and emptying my insides. It was a hideous sight, and I couldn't bare the thought of seeing Zanders face right now. I could imagine his hands though, as I felt them grasp my shoulder and rub my back, his comforting voice saying my name, worry dripping like honey from every word.

…

Shit. Shit, a thousand times.

There was always the possibility. They had done the deed upon a few occasions, and there was always that small chance that this type of problem would play out. I guess I never really thought that it would come to this, I'm still young. I don't even have a proper job yet. For 3 months I've been working at the local pizza restaurant as a delivery girl, which barely pays enough to afford the bills.

If this happens, I'll have to take at least 4 months off of work. Zander will have to work double shifts as well as attend his university classes every Wednesday and Friday night. I wouldn't be able to face what that could do for our relationship.

Even as all these complications and possibilities are circling in my head…there's still one thing that is the source of all this frantic thinking.

I'm pregnant.

…

I get the test and put it back in the box, sliding it into the drawer. It's the only drawer in the house that Zander dares to never open. That would be the one with my 'ladies essentials', as I have labeled them. I know its wrong for now, but I can't face Zander knowing that he'll leave as soon as the words leave my lips.

"Stevie?"

I turn. His face is merely inches from mine, sending a shock wave down my body. Even though we've been together for more than half of a year, and I still don't think I'm used to the feeling he gives me, starting from my stomach and eventually spreading through my whole body. I silently gulp, and pray that it wasn't obvious to him. I realize it was when he questions it. "Are you okay?"

I lift my gaze to his eyes, a small smile on my lips. "Yeah. I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?" He asks. This time, his voice is even more concerned, and he squeezes my hand in reassurance. "You know you can tell me anything."

I know that, Zander. Don't you think I know that? I'll speak when I'm ready. For now, I just nod and smile, snuggling into his chest.

…

It's been a week since…the incident. Zander left for work a few minutes ago, so it should be okay for to check up on my stomach. I know I need to tell him. I just…can't. Not now.

I take out the test that has been in the box in the drawer all week. As I enter the bathroom, I just look at it. My eyes begin to water, only slightly, before I manage to pull them back.

I put it next to the sink, and gently lift up my pajama shirt, showing my stomach. To the naked eye, my stomach would look normal. But for me, I can tell that my stomach has grown another few inches outwards, at least. I just hope that Zander fails to notice it. I suppose that I could manage to hide it for a few more weeks, before…I have to tell him.

I look down for no longer than a minute, before I hear the door slowly creak open. I know who it is before I look up, so I lower my shirt and spin quickly to face the door, and in the process, I manage to block the view of my test. I smile as Zander walks into the room.

He wears a pale blue button up shirt, with a couple of buttons undone at the top, with normal black pants. I have to admit that I've never noticed how handsome Zander had become. So…mature. Of course he's always been outrageously good-looking, but ever since we started going out and as we grow more, he's started behaving and looking more like an adult.

Like a father.

I think I'm ready to tell him.

"Hey, what are doing?" I ask, plainly, trying to work myself up to the big topic. "Aren't you supposed to be at work? Frankie's gonna kill you if you're late for a second time this month." I laugh.

He rolls his eyes, though one of his playful grins is planted on his face that makes me think that he's okay with my joke. "Very funny, and I won't be late, don't worry. I just…have something I need to ask you."

I give a nervous smile. "Okay. What is it?"

He scratches the back of his neck, and lets out a silent sigh. "This, ugh, isn't exactly where I had planned to ask you. But, I can't wait anymore."

He begins to turn around, but quickly turns back to me. "Close your eyes, I just have to get something." I rub my wrist lightly, closing my eyes and attempting to find the words to tell him. I should be focused on what Zander wants to ask me, but I have a doubt that what he says is anywhere near as crazy as what I have to tell him.

I hear his footsteps enter the bathroom once more, and, although I have a gut feeling that this isn't the right choice, I have to come out with this before I feel any more guilty.

"Zander?"

He makes a sound in reply, letting me know that he's here.

"…I'm pregnant."

There is a silence. It's hard to distinguish it between surprise or fear. I open my eyes, before the tears well again at the sight before me.

Zander, ring in hand, is kneeling before me, with the biggest smile I've seen on his face since our first kiss. I notice that he is about to cry too. He envelopes me in his arms, holding onto me like everything is disappearing.

We let the tears flow.

"Yes." I whisper.

"I'm going to a dad," He whispers back.

…

"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy's home!" Felicity cries, happily running down the stairs to her father who just entered the house. I smile at the sound of him picking her up, and spinning her around the living room, before they crash onto the couch.

Having a child with Zander was the best thing that ever happened to me. And as I feel the bump on my stomach, I can't to have another one.

I decide to go down and see them again. I close the book I've been writing (SURPRISE STEVIE HAS BEEN WRITING THE STORY) As I do, it dawns on me how far I've come. I look around myself. I came from a rocking low, having a split family with a forbidden love, to a family and a loving husband.

Everyday I feel so lucky. I have caring friends, a doting father, a loving husband, and a beautiful daughter. They make me happier everytime I look in the mirror, and I just can't imagine would have turned out if I had listened to my mother. Wherever she is now, I know she'll be proud of how of how far I've come.

I really am at a rocking height.

FIN.

I'll miss writing this, and I will miss you guys