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shawn nervously tapped away at the floor with his leg, wanting to go see what was wrong with anya, but stopped himself because it might have seemed uncanny and out of his place to do so. he wanted to know why she didn't come down to breakfast, and if she was sick, he wanted it to look like he cared, because he did. he wanted to fix things with anya desperately, it's just both of them were too ignorant to even do so.

anya raised her fist at shawns door, wandering if it was the right thing to do, and tell shawn about things before she took the test that was in the bag she held. he had to know though, it's just she thought it would compromise whatever they are trying to fix.

she tapped lightly at the door, making shawns ears perk up.

"come in!" he yells, standing up from the bed, and looking straight at the door. anya opens it gently, slipping inside, and shutting the door firmly behind her. "oh hey, why aren't you in bed? jon said you were sick? are you feeling okay?"

"not really," she admits, walking closer to him, and taking a seat on his bed. "can we talk?"

"of course," he nods, sitting down next to her, looking down at her shaking and nervous figure. "are you okay? you seem nervous, anya."

"don't be annoyed at me," she starts out with, placing the bag on her lap, before picking it up, debating about it for a moment, and then handing it to shawn. "promise me you won't be annoyed at me."

"i promise," he says softly, furrowing his eyebrow in confusion. "what is it?"

"just open it," she mutters, looking away from him and at the floor. she folds her arms against her chest, as shawn carefully opens the bag, revealing the brand new pregnancy test.

he felt numb first. he didn't know how to think, respond, or even react. he was simply numb. some part of him knew that after a drunk mistake, there could potentially be consequences, but drunk one night stands he's had in the past, never ended like this.

then, he felt nervous, and his hands began to shake. his heart was racing in his chest, pounding loudly in his ears, and making him completely and utterly feel out of it.

"i-i just need to know if you're okay with it," she mumbles quietly to him. "i'm so sorry-"

"don't apologise," he manages to get out, before looking down at the test, and sighing softly, placing it on the other side of him. "anya, look at me," he urges, cupping one of her cheeks gently.

"i'm sorry," she whispers, looking up and her eyes glazing over with tears.

"hey, don't cry," he says gently back to her, bringing her close to his embrace. "don't cry. we'll work something out if it is positive, i'll be here to support you and our baby." she nods against his chest, sniffling every so often, settling into his arms. somehow, they feel oddly comforting to her at this moment, and she's happy shawns there for her. "now why don't you go take the test, and see if you really are, yeah?"

"you aren't annoyed at me, right?" she asks in a small voice, looking up at shawn.

"what? anya, it takes two people to make a baby. i'm not angry at you at all," he says gently. "both of us are financially stable for our age, we live in our own places next door to each other, we work together, it just means we have to grow up a little faster, that's all."

anya couldn't be more thankful that he was taking it so well, and making sure she was okay with things more than anything. so, when anya felt ready, she stood up from shawns embrace, and went to his bathroom to take the test.

she washed her hands quickly after, and placed the stick on the counter, setting a timer on her phone for 5 minutes, as allocated on the packaging. she then flushed the toilet, and walked out of the bathroom, holding the stick in some toilet paper. she sighed softly, leaning her back against the wall, and sinking down, holding the stick out in front of her knees, waiting for her phone to beep so she can check the answer.

"come here," shawn says gently, sitting down next to her, cross legged. she eagerly crawls into his embrace, sitting down on his lap, her legs over his, and still holding the test in her hands. shawn presses his lips to her shoulder every so often to calm her down while they wait.

"i'm sorry i had to do this on your birthday," she says gently to him, looking up. "i really am sorry."

"don't be, we celebrated yesterday anyway," he says softly to her, squeezing her waist comfortingly. "it's all okay, don't worry."

"shawn if i am i just want you to know that i'm sorry about everything. i just want us to restart completely, i miss having you in my life, and i miss talking to you like a regular person." she admits, feeling a weight lift off of her chest completely.

"i miss that too," shawn says softly to her, making her smile sadly at him. "i'm sorry about everything too, i had no right to do what i did."

"we all make mistakes," she says to him, leaning against his chest. "you won't leave me alone, will you?"

"of course not," he mumbles to her, kissing her head softly. "we're in this together now."

anya's phone alarm goes off, and she immediately gasps, shooting up from shawns grasp. she quickly turns the alarm off, and moved the tissue away from the stick to reveal the answer that will change her life forever.

positive.

"oh my-" anya gets out, covering her mouth with her hand, and choking out a raspy sob, tears immediately finding their way down her cheek. "oh my god," she cries, shawn quickly pulling her back into his arms, letting her cry against his chest for however long she needs to, whilst stroking her hair soothingly, trying to calm her down.

"shh, it's okay," he coos, completely shocked himself. "it's okay, anya, it's okay," she cries harder at this, making shawns heart completely break, as he holds onto her tighter, trying to reassure her that he's not leaving.

"p-please don't leave me," she mumbles through her cries. "i need you more than anything."

"i'm not leaving you and our baby alone, i wouldn't even dare think about it," shawn reassures her, trying to process what has just happened.

he was going to be a father to anya's child. yet, he was happy about it.

"do you know how great this is gonna be?" he asks her gently, trying to shine some light on the situation. "we're gonna have a little baby running around after us. maybe they'll have your hair, and my eyes, or my hair and your eyes. maybe they'll be a mini me, or a mini you which is even better, maybe they'll be musical and take after me, or be organised and intelligent like you, maybe they'll be able to cook exactly like you, anya this is great, we'll have a mini us to look after."

"a-a pooping, vomiting, stinky baby, yay," she says sarcastically, making shawn chuckle slightly. she holds in her smile, not looking up from shawns chest.

maybe this won't be as bad as she thinks. maybe he will stay with her, and make sure this baby gets as good a future as it can get. but she was mostly happy about shawn staying with her. she couldn't be more thankful about that.

"this is the best birthday gift i could ever receive, anya, i'm happy," shawn tells her softly, making her look up from his chest.

"r-really?"

"i've always wanted to be a dad, and now i'll be a dad that little bit earlier than expected, but it's okay," he says gently to her, stroking the ends of her hair. anya smiles sadly at him, wiping away her tears, and leaning up to press a sweet kiss on his cheek. shawns cheeks immediately flare up rosy, and he smiles softly at her. "now, should we go tell the good news to everyone? i'm gonna make them all treat you like a queen."

"like that song you wrote about me?" she teases, getting off of shawns lap, making him stop in his own tracks, and look down at the floor completely embarrassed. "don't worry, it's a compliment that you think i'm the queen."

"you know i was kidding in that song-"

"i know, i know," anya says to him softly, placing her hand on his arm. "i've written my own shit about you."

"you have?" he asks nervously, biting down on his bottom lip.

"well, why can't i?" she asks him, placing her hands on her hips. "don't worry, it's only in the form of drunk tweets," she chuckles, making shawn relax slightly, as he breathes out a sigh of relief. "anyway, let's go tell andrew and the others. we need to sort a few things out."

"anya, are you okay?" shawn asks softly, turning his eyes to her.

"i'm okay," she nods, walking closer to shawn, looking up at him; their height difference making their contact even more intimidating. "stop looking at me like that."

"like what?"

"like that, making your eyes all soft and pouting your lip out at me," she mumbles, feeling herself get even more uncomfortable.

"this is my normal look, anya," he chuckles, placing his hands on her upper arms. "now, let's go."

-

later that night, the group of the close friends sit around the couches in the tour bus, taking the slightly long journey to denmark for smukfest. anya sits with her knees up to her chest, shawn sitting next to her and scrolling away on his phone.

"shawn," she nudges him, making him look down at her. "can we?"

"right," he says, nodding and standing up, shoving his phone into his pocket, before sitting down again. "uh, guys?" he asks to the group of friends, making them look up from whatever they were doing. andrew makes eye contact with anya, and she nods at him, looking down at her lap. "anya and i have some... news to share."

"i'm pregnant," anya blurts out, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.

"wait, what?" brian asks in shock, looking between the two of them. "a-and shawn-?"

"yep," shawn nods, a silence overcoming the group of people. "guys-"

"how are you two, gonna have a child?" jon asks, looking between the two of them.

"look, we know it's something crazy, but anya and i both want to keep the child, so we have to be there for our baby. we're okay with each other, we promise, but we just wanted you all to know because you're the closest people around us, and i want my baby to be kept completely safe." shawn explains, making anyas heart flutter. "so, can we all promise to make sure anya is looked after 24/7. i'm not letting her or our baby get harmed."

"we'll all make sure of it," andrew says to shawn. "congratulations."

"you guys are happy, right?" brian asks them carefully, sitting down opposite the expecting couple, who hated each other with a passion a mere day ago.

"yeah," anya nods confidently, reassuring the group of friends. "we're happy."