'I have to confess something.' You said, gazing to the blue skies above you. It was such a beautiful day, no clouds, no wind, just the sparkling warmth of a summer morning.

'What?' Sigurd asked. You looked aside you to Sigurd who was playing with a little rock he found in the sand.

'Don't get upset.' You started, rolling on your stomach to look at him. He squeezed his eyes together a little.

'Did you go to Ubbe again?' He tried to guess. You shook your head and started fumbling at the fabrics of his clothes. 'Y/n, tell me.' He said a little impatience.

'I'm pregnant.' You threw out. He froze, sitting up within seconds so you followed that gesture.

'You're serious?' He asked shocked.

'Yes, you don't,'

'No Y/n, I'm not,' He broke his sentence off and stood up, running of before you got any time to clarify your situation. He just left you there, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes. Coward.

He broke you. You got back home and laid on your bed, curled up like you hadn't done in ages. You wrapped an arm around you belly, although there wasn't much to see, you pretended it was. Like you were there all alone with your child, singing a song until a sound disturbed you from your thoughts. 'Y/n?' You heard a voice. You turned around on the bed, wiping the tears from your face and walking out of your room only to meet Ubbe halfway.

'Ubbe.' You reacted, a little surprised. You looked aside him, hoping to see Sigurd there but he was alone.

'I heard from Sigurd.' He looked to your belly and you wrapped your hand instinctive around it, going for a glass of water to not have to look at him. 'He is upset.' Ubbe started.

'And I'm not?' You jerked around, all the sudden angry about what happened to you. Sigurd just left you in the cold with this, not caring about you, not taking any responsibility. 'He left me, not caring about any of it.' You fell out, pushing your cup away as you felt the tears back coming. Ubbe walked over, cupping your face almost tenderly.

'If he doesn't want to take care of you I will.' He promised you. You closed your eyes, pushing tears over the edge he wiped away carefully.

'I can't ask that.' You whispered.

'Y/n, look at me.' He insisted. You opened your eyes and looked up to him. 'I care about you, as much as Sigurd does. If he doesn't claim this as his then I will.'

'But,'

'I care about you.' He interrupted you. He stroke the tears away and looked right at you. It almost felt like you could look right thought him.

'Thank you.' You whispered, desperate for letting the feeling go that eat you from the inside. He lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss against your lips before he pulled you in his strong arms. You smelled in his sent, resting your head against his chest while you enjoyed the little love going between the two of you. He maybe wasn't Sigurd, he was probably better but you needed him.

'You should take some rest.' He advised, giving the stress ... it couldn't be healthy. He leaded you to the bed and you willingly sunk down on it.

'Will you stay?' You asked hesitating.

'Offcourse.' He smiled, laying down beside you. You laid yourself in the curve of his arm, head resting on his shoulder, taking a deep breath ... maybe this was better.