By: wayywardson

"I'm pregnant," you whispered, holding back the sob that so nearly threatened to burst.

He could see it though, he could see the way you shook, how red your eyes were, and the way you held your stomach with something more than fear clouding your features.

He too was lost for words, he simply stared at your hand on your belly, wondering what could be in there, and if you could survive it. How could he do this? How could he do this to you of all people?

"I-I think we need to talk," you murmured, your heart racing with fear at his absent expression.

He swallowed thickly, meeting your gaze but only for a moment before he took a wary step back.

Your heart lurched at the action, and hot, heavy tears fell down your cheeks, "Please, don't leave," you sobbed.

Quicker than humanely possibly, he vanished, and next thing you know, the open apartment door had been shut and latched, the curtains had been pulled closed, and you were sitting on the couch... in his arms.

"Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always," he murmured, cradling you against his chest.

You let it out a little more then. You blubbered about how scared you were, and how sorry you were. You told him he didn't have to stay, but then ranted about how you loved him.

He chuckled lightly, pulling back to see you, "I love you, alright? And that will never change. I don't care what happens, or what is in there, but no matter what I will not leave you, and I will not let you leave. You got that?"

You nodded slowly, watching his eyes flicker to and from your lips.

"Kiss me," he murmured, already leaning in to kiss you gently.