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A/N I JUST REALIZED I HAD MELISSA SAY SHE AND IAN WERE TWO MONTHS AWAY FROM HAVING THE BABY. I MEANT THREE. TOO LAZY TO GO BACK AND FIX IT!

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-August 18-

-10:45 a.m-

"Do you really have to go?" Loren whined as she tried to squeeze Eddie closer to her body, if possible.

"My tour ends November 1st. I'll be back before you know it."

"You'll be here for our appointment right?"

"September 1st. Yes." Eddie reassured his pregnant girlfriend.

"Did you tell your parents and Jake?"

"I'll tell Jake when we land and I'll text them as he's yelling at me."

"It's wrong to text them that they are going to be grandparents, but okay. Be safe. I miss you already." Loren gave him a lingering kiss.

"I miss you too." He smiled once they pulled away.

"Okay Lovebirds! Let's get this show on the road!" Jake yelled from inside the plane.

"Don't rush me Jake! I cant bring my girl with me like you can!" Eddie yelled back. Traci stuck her put of the plane and waved at Loren, "Loren, I know the feeling, trust me. But your man has a concert to perform tonight!"

"Okay, okay." Loren gave Eddie one last hug and kiss.

"See you later, Duran."

"See you later, Tate."

Just as Eddie was about to get in she screamed his name, "EDDIE!"

"Yeah?"

"I love you!" She let the words fall out. He smiled, "Back atcha, Beautiful." He waved and got in. The door was closed.

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-11:30 a.m-

"Melissa! Are you ready?!" Loren yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"Loren! Shut it! You'll know soon enough how it feels to get dressed with a fucking watermelon attached to you!" Melissa screamed back.

"Well hurry! We have to meet Ian in one hour and stop at my house!"

"Ugh! Fine!" Melissa groaned. She came down in a simple black sundress that complimented her bump perfectly and neon orange flip flops. Her hair was up in a sock bun and she was makeup free.

"Im ready."

"You look beautiful."

"I look like death. Now let's go." Melissa stormed out of the house.

"Mel, are you getting a car soon?" Loren asked once they were on the road.

"After we check out this house we're going to the car dealership. Knowing my husband he'll be the one getting a car."

"Probably. Have you gotten anything for baby Duran?"

"No. We are waiting until after the baby shower."

"Where are we hosting that at, by the way? We never picked the day we went."

"If we get this house, then here."

"That's a good place. And it'll be spacious." Loren sipped her water, "Sooo... I told Eddie I love him as he got on his plane."

"Seriously?! What did he say?"

"Back 'atcha, Beautiful." Loren mumbled. Melissa giggled.

"It's not funny, Mel!"

"I know! I'm sorry. At least he somewhat said it back."

Loren pulled into the driveway and the two friends walked inside and immediately went to the kitchen. Loren took a pickle which she'd been craving since she woke up while Mel grabbed carrots.

"Loren? Is that you?" Nora asked as she walked down the hall.

"Kitchen with Mel."

"Hey sweeties. How's that baby, Mel?" Nora hugged them and rubbed Melissa's belly. Trent walked in and grabbed a bottle of water.

"Dad, did you have the overnight shift?"

"Not at the hospital." He whispered. While Nora sheepishly smiled. Loren and Melissa both stopped mid-bite and put their food down.

"Baby is doing great Nora! 27 weeks tomorrow!" (6 Months and 3 Weeks)

"That's exciting!"

"Do you guys want grandchildren?" Melissa asked Trent and Nora.

Trent cleared his throat, "Yes, but not until she's graduated college and has a stable job, home, and husband." Nora nodded in agreement.

"Well, sorry."

"What?" Nora asked.

"I don't have any of those!"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" Trent yelled.

"11 weeks today." Loren whispered.

"Graduation? YOU GOT KNOCKED UP ON YOUR HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION?!" Trent's face turned red as he screamed at his daughter. "WHAT IS THIS? SOME KIND OF PREGNANCY PACT?! IS DANIELLE NEXT?!"

"I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!"

"Trent, go outside and cool down." Nora whispered as she let the tears freely fall down her face. Trent stormed out of the house.

"Loren, I thought you were using protection."

"We were. But I was on antibiotics so my pills didn't work."

"Condoms?"

"We didn't use one that night. We got carried away."

"Does Eddie know?"

"Yeah, but no one else besides Ian and Melissa, so please don't tell. I have to go. Mel has an appointment and I promised I'd take her. I'll see you later, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too. All four of you." Nora rubbed both their bellies.

Loren looked out the window and saw her dad crying.

"Tell him I love him."

"I will."

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"Ian, this is the house!" Melissa pulled her husband to the side. They have been house hunting with Loren for two hours. Each house Melissa has rejected but they finally toured the last one on the list and Melissa is in love with it.

"This one is it, Mel?"

"Yes!"

"Okay." He smiled.

"Really?!"

"Really. I'm doing this for you and our baby. If you're happy, then I'm happy."

"Shauna?" Ian called their realtor.

"Yes Mr. Duran?"

"This is it. I just have to write out the check."

Ian walked outside and wrote the check out for $1,458,000.

He smiled knowing he and his wife were going to raise their child(dren) in 3901 Hilton Head Way Tarzana, CA 91356. (Real house)

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Once they arrived back to the hotel after the concert, Eddie called Jake into his room.

"What's up, Eddie?"

"I'm not going to beat around the bush. Loren's pregnant."

"Are you insane?! You're 22 years old! She's 18! Your lives have just begun!" As Jake yelled at Eddie how stupid and irresponsible he was, Eddie started a group text between his parents and himself.

EDDIE: Landed safely.

KATY: Good to hear. Why didn't you visit us when you were home?

MAX: good.

EDDIE: I was with Loren.

KATY: You couldn't squeeze your parents in?

MAX: What your mother said.

EDDIE: She's pregnant. 11 weeks today. Congrats Pops & Ma!

MAX: is this a joke?

EDDIE: Not joking.

KATY: Eduardo Anthony Duran. You are telling me that your girlfriend of not even 4 months, is almost three months pregnant?

EDDIE: Yes

MAX: You're dead.

EDDIE: Thanks Pop.

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