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Accidents || Ro'Brien

There was a hitch to Dylan’s voice that clued Holland in to the fact that his words weren’t matching his feelings. She wasn’t sure what it was, but even if he wasn’t okay with what was going on, he pretended well enough to give her some reassurance. He was at the very least pretending for her, and there wasn’t much else that she could ask for at this point. She knew he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of a baby - as per their previous conversations, but he wasn’t leaving her, at least not yet, and in the moment she could pretend that everything was going to be okay. She just… she just needed everything to be okay. She nodded at his words. “Exactly. It’s all we do. Make something great out of a less than ideal situation. It’s… it’s who we are.” She pulled her head back to look at him, moving her hands the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. She wanted this baby, so ungodly much. But in that moment, all she wanted was to do whatever would make Dylan happy. Whatever it may be.

As much as they'd always joked that they were a walking disaster of a couple, he hadn't exactly expected this part of their relationship to fall into that category, though maybe he should have. After all, it wasn't like anything else in their lives had gone according to plan since the day they spilled soda on his carpet. He nodded along with her words, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did so. "Yeah... exactly," he said. He lowered his arms from her back until they were wrapped snug around her waist and returned the kiss tentatively. "That's us. That's.... This is how things go for us," he said, pulling away and resting his forehead against hers gently. He kissed the tip of her nose and flattened his lips together in a tense smile. "We've got this."

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As soon as he embraced her, more hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she clutched him tightly. Could they actually get through this? Sure, they’d dealt with disaster, but this was so far beyond anything they’d every dealt with. This was Pompeii to a rainstorm. “I love you too,” she said, nodding against his chest. “I love you so much. And there’s nothing I’d ever want to do to make you want to doubt that.”

He could feel her tears dropping onto the fabric of his shirt as he held her close, running soothing hands through her hair and down her back. He wasn't sure who that was supposed to anchor more - her or himself. This was something he hadn't anticipated, something that he couldn't have even dreamed would happen. He wished the circumstances were different, that they were both on the same page and overjoyed about something like this, that they hadn't just had the worst fights of their relationship over this one particular issue. Still.... "I will never, ever doubt how much you love me," he whispered honestly. "We'll.... we'll figure it out, Holland. We will. I mean, it's us, right?" Dylan wished he could believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth at that moment.

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She nodded, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. She’d wanted Dylan to approve of having a family, not force him into this. This was the worst possible thig that could have happened to their relationship. “I know,” she replied, accepting his hands and squeezing them. “And I’m so sorry. I… I don’t know how this happened. I didn’t want this for you.” She gave him a nod. “As soon as I know when it is… I’ll….. I’ll let you know.” Her chest gave a hiccup. “It… I’m glad you… don’t hate me.”

Dylan wrapped his arms around her, pulling the much smaller woman into his chest and perching his chin atop her head. "I.... If this is happening.... it's... it's not just about me anymore, yeah? So... we'll.... we'll figure it out," he said. He hated how unsure his voice sounded, knowing that it was probably doing very little to help the situation out, but, try as he might, there was nothing he could do to control it. "Holland Marie Roden, there is nothing that could make me hate you. Nothing. I love you, okay?"

Accidents || Ro'Brien

She shook her head again. God, she was horrible. Putting this on him. Forcing him into something he’d already made clear he didn’t want. And then he spoke and her heart dropped again. He said no to the adoption, which… sort of made her feel like maybe he could be okay with a kid, but she just wasn’t happy with the situation at all. How had this even happened? Hadn’t they been careful? Hadn’t she been on birth control, hadn’t he used a condom? how was this a problem right now. She knew he needed time to think but her nerves pulsed and cracked. “I… I’ve got to make an appointment,” she said. “To make sure.” The doctor’s office was closed now, but nothing was certain until her doctor confirmed it.

Dylan ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it a bit to try and relieve some of the stress. All it managed to do was leave it sticking up in thirty thousand different directions, though. He finally looked back at Holland, taking in her puffy red eyes and the tears that were starting to dry on her cheeks, and he instantly felt like an asshole. He stepped closer to her, reaching out to take her small hands in his, looking her in the eye. "Hols..... I just.... It's a lot, you know? After everything...." It didn't need to be said, he figured, knowing that she was just as worried about this for the same reasons he was. "Make the appointment," he said, releasing a deep breath. "Just... make the appointment, and let me know when it is. I'll have to shuffle some things around, but..."

Accidents || Ro'Brien

His reaction wasn’t helping how she felt, nausea running through her. She shook er head over and over again, watching as Dylan walked out of the room. Her mouth hung open, no words coming out. She willed her legs to work as she followed after him, the world swirling around her as she tried to focus on anything. “I’m sorry,” she croaked out again. “You don’t have to… do anything,” she said. “I can… I can handle it… and… I can… I can put it up for adoption or something. I will do anything. Just please don’t leave me, Dylan. Please. I need you.”

It was like he was in a daze, sounds and sights muffled around him as he walked away from their room, fully engrossed in the thoughts swirling around in his mind. After everything they'd been through - all the disasters, the fights, his leaving for a few days - after everything, this had to happen now? It was as if it were all for nothing, all the pain and hurt and anger and regret that he'd felt over the past few weeks. Now, here she was following him to the kitchen, words falling out of her mouth. He didn't say anything until she mentioned the word adoption, and he stopped short in his tracks, the mere thought bringing him out of his head. "No..." he started. "I... No, no adoption. God, Holland. I don't want that at all. I just... I need a moment.... I need a moment to.... to process, okay?"

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She broke into full-on sobs. “I’m so sorry, Dylan. I didnt mean for this to happen, I really didn’t. I’ve been so careful, and you’ve been careful and I don’t know why this is happening, and I’m so sorry,” she choked out, her knees giving out as she fell to sit on the bed. she shook her head, staring at the pregnancy test again, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “I… I wanted a family, but not like this. Not… not accidental, not when we couldn’t even agree whether or not it should happen.” Tears fell from her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. “I’m so sorry.”

If this was the universe trying to play a joke on him, Dylan was not anywhere near amused, he decided as his fiancee broke into to tears in front of him, pregnancy test cradled in her hand. The actor didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say or do in that moment. He knew he should be comforting her, telling her that they would be okay, that everything would be fine, but in that moment he couldn't move, couldn't think, could barely breath enough to get oxygen into his lungs. How.... why.... what?Clearing his throat, he stood from the bed, saying "I... I need some water," and left the room in a zombie-like walk, disappearing out their bedroom door, unsure of whether or not Holland would follow him.

Accidents || Ro'Brien

Her heart pounded against her chest, her eyes beginning to water. Maybe she should just not tell him. Maybe she should just take care of it on her own, and just agree to not worry about kids for a decade or so and just move on. He’d been so good to her. What was wrong with just spending time with just him for a while before bringing a kid into it? But she knew she couldn’t. The guilt alone in keeping this from him would destroy her. “I’ve been feeling a little weird later and… then I didn’t get my period when I expected it, so I…. I took a test. I think… I think I’m pregnant.”

Dylan could see the tears starting to form in her eyes, and all he could think was Oh, god, this is it.... she's ending things. It was as if the reconciliation and silent agreement to shelve their discussions had been for nothing, because here was Holland about to tell him that she didn't want him anyway. He watched her with worried eyes and listened intently as she spoke, not prepared for the way his world did end up crashing down in that moment. "I.... you.... what? Holland? Is this a joke?"

Dylan scrolled aimlessly through his twitter newfeed that he'd pulled up on his tablet, reclined comfortably on the bed he and Holland shared. Bored out of his mind with nothing interesting happening, he switched it off and tossed it next to him on the mattress, clasping his hands behind his neck as he waited for Holland to exit the bathroom so he could take his turn getting ready for bed. Seeing the door open, he swung his legs around, and was getting ready to stand up when he noticed the apprehensive look on her face and heard the tentative words she spoke. "I.... yeah? Of course we can," he returned, feeling a small wave of anxiety flow through him. The past few times they'd 'talked' had not ended well, and they'd only just gotten back into the swing of things.

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