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“Oh honey, you must be mistaking me as one of your other exes who had everything planned out,” Haley jokingly stated as she reached out to lightly pat the side of his face, in all honesty, Haley was probably the most unprepared person in the world, it was a miracle that she even managed to come up with a name for her first kid all thanks to her previous husband but now she had to pick out another name not knowing the sex of the baby yet. She knew her close friends wanted to throw a gender reveal party for them and it would probably be best to figure out a boy or girl name. “Exton or Phoenix…nah, we could totally go with Wolfgang…add a little spice to the names, Wolfie for short if you like.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and burst out laughing, “Okay okay…so if our baby is a girl…poor thing will have to deal with hormones…I was thinking…Amelia, Claudia, or Lilith. Very old fashion names for you. As for boys…Adrian, Matthew, Dylan, or Connor.” 

Haley could tell Spencer was getting slightly overwhelmed with the different possibilities of giving birth, hell she didn’t know there were many other choices but she did the old’ clinic birth where she drugged herself up on meds to save her from killing a nurse. “Your height and my beauty, damn our child will be good looking–oh my god, what if we had a boy and he would end up being a fuck boy? Knowing your friends and my friends would be around they would corrupt our little baby.” 

“Wolfgang?” Spencer internally cringed as the name rolled off his tongue. “Wolfie.” With the shake of his head, a grin spread across his features. “That’d be a good name for a dog if we would ever want one.” Though he was sure a baby would keep them busy enough for the time being. The names Haley listed sounded a lot better, at least to him. “See — now we’re talkin’, Sinclair. Amelia could be cute, shortened to Amy — then again, I feel like we know too many Amy’s.” Weston’s sister, for example, but also his own. “Claudia is a nice name for a girl.” As she listed the boy's names, he nodded. “I like... Adrian, I think. Adrian Bayer. Or Sinclair. Goes well with both, if you ask me.” He’d leave that option to Haley. They weren’t married, as far as he knew there were no rules. Then again, what did he know about all this?

Spencer couldn’t help but laugh at her words. “A fuck boy? Not in this household.” There was no way he would let that happen, intending on raising his first child with respect and care. His own father hadn’t been the greatest example, so it was his goal to be the best father he could be to the little peanut growing inside of Haley. “God, you’re probably right. While I do think they’d be a good influence on the kid and great support for us... We both know the baby is going to be spoiled by all of them.” Though he couldn’t be more grateful for the people around them. The boys had truly supported him through every step, thick and thin. Spencer knew that wouldn’t change once the baby was born. 

      "Peanut seems to enjoy sleeping most of the time but occasionally I can feel them moving but we have a doctor’s appointment soon to find out the sex–unless you want to keep that a surprise?” Haley questioned, she was fine with whatever choice he had, she was just excited to see how the baby would grow up and mostly see their personality. She could also already see how excited and cautious Spencer was, it almost reminded her of Bryce and already that dimmed her attitude slightly before clearing her throat. “We have almost everything set up…but I know for a fact you possibly might faint when the baby comes–oh we should discuss names, because I mean I barely even named Lydia, I was close to naming her an old lady’s name–which I guess Lydia is sort of an old lady’s name?” 

When she told her father about him expecting another grandchild, all he could do was laugh and shake his head, although he knew that her mother ruined her mentally, he understood that she was happy with Spencer now but he would always be there for Bryce since he considered Bryce as a son by now with the years she was gone and he leaned on her dad. “Also someone was telling me to consider water birth? Which I mean it’s fitting since I will soon be like a damn whale, I’m pretty certain this baby will get your height.” 

That question got him thinking for a couple of seconds. “I mean — I don’t know? You’re the one carryin’ the little peanut, I think it’s only fair you get to decide. You know I’ll back your choice either way.” Thinking of the little peanut either being a boy or a girl made him nervous, in a way. He’d always thought he would have a preference, but at this point, all he wanted was for the baby to be healthy. Spencer would love a little girl — a little Haley, someone who can look up to Lydia, someone he could protect. But he would love a little boy just as much — a little Spencer, protecting his big sister and mommy, playing sports with the guys. He would be happy either way, and he knew Haley would be, too. 

Spencer laughed as she mentioned the possibility of him fainting. “Are you callin’ me a pussy, babe?” He teased, a grin spreading across his face. The question about the name of the baby was something else he hadn’t considered yet. Sometimes he really hated himself for underestimating all the planning and preparation during the pregnancy itself. And he wasn’t even the one with the baby bump. “I like old fashioned names, though. Not those... complicated names, y’know? Like... Exton, or Phoenix. Way too damn complicated.” But that was just his take on things, obviously everything could be up for discussion. “You got anythin’ in mind yet? I know you girls have discussed these kinda things in high school, so don’t try ‘n tell me you don’t have a list with names.” The teasing tone once again returned as he spoke. 

“Waterbirth? Never heard of it... Does that mean you’d give birth in like a bath or a shower? Is that a thing?” Another thing that blew his mind. Spencer really figured birth was just popping the little human out and getting it over with. Little did he know there were multiple methods to do that. “Perhaps you could talk to someone who’s done it that way, see if it’s something that would work for you. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible,” even though he knew from all the stories he’d heard, that giving birth was far from comfortable. “Hey, don’t go blamin’ that on me,” he said with a laugh. “I’m sure the kid’ll be fine if he gets my height and your beauty.”

Haley always knew that Spencer was far too good for her, which always surprised her that he stuck around for so long, especially during the time they weren’t together but still remained friends. Maybe Bryce was right about a lot of things regarding her and Spencer’s relationship, she did love Bryce and still do but now that part of their relationship was gone. There wasn’t any going back to what once was, not like she would anyways, she was happy with Spencer and they were having a baby. A baby, the one thing she assumed she wouldn’t ever go through again after Lydia. The fact she wasn’t there to watch her grow up into the little rascal she was now, broke her heart but this time around she will correct her wrongs and she knew Lydia would love her little sibling even more. “Oh, so you want us to gain weight to be the typical parents huh? I hope you know I strive to be a MILF so once this baby pops out, I will be getting my ass back into shape so I can strut around in hot clothes,” Haley laughed, knowing damn well she wouldn’t find the motivation after giving birth to hit the gym. She recalled the late-night feedings and changing diapers, already mentally groaning at what they will be facing. “I think you’re far more ready than I am on the parent role, what if I fuck it up–with my potty mouth our baby’s first words will be fuck.” 

Taking a drink of the water as she used her other hand to tug down the shirt, figured she probably should have put on the sweats again before coming down in the jeans that no longer fit her right. “I know, it’s just…sometimes I wonder if I even made the right choice. You both deserve to be happy, I did a lot of shit that I’m wondering if I am even meant to be happy, yet here I am” She glanced down at the baby bump, her hand rubbing it, “and I know, I shouldn’t be overthinking everything with what the doctors said about stress and how it can affect the baby. But I’m naturally a worrywart and I think Lydia is hoping the baby is a girl so she can have a little sister, it was hard enough to spill the news but she is way too mature for her age that she didn’t throw a tantrum, I think it was the help of Bryce. Although we both have our differences…I know for a fact he always places Lydia’s interest first. But enough about Bryce talk…and yes I’m changing the subject, I don’t know what to do at this point and sitting here talking about it is upsetting the baby–which by the way, I hope you know in the baby book I read, peanut here, can see light and dark which explains why they move around so damn much.” 

“Heck yeah — if we’re goin’ parents mode, then we’re goin’ full parents mode. I’ve been workin’ on my dad jokes, too. Turns out most jokes I make are dad jokes anyway.” The grin on his face still didn’t falter. The topic of their child brought him the sort of happiness that made you feel giddy. Almost like falling in love for the first time again. “Hot clothes? You’ll be a MILF either way, babe. You already are, actually.” He’d teased her with it plenty of times before, ever since she had birthed Lydia. “M’yeah, we should probably work on that, huh?” A laugh followed his words, though he knew she would do a great job. He didn’t think he was ready at all. Spencer knew so much was going to change from the moment their little peanut would be in their arms. Things were already changing — the worrying about Haley when he was at work, all the preparations for the baby. It was a lot, but he was trying his best to stay cool, calm and collected. “You’ll do absolutely fine, Haley.”

“The fact that you’re here, happy and all, means something, right? We all deserve to be happy, Hales. Despite our past. You’re not a bad person. The things you’ve done in the past don’t define your future.” Of course, it was a thought that had crossed Spencer’s mind a couple of times over the last few months, since Haley announced to him she was pregnant. How could he not? The fear of her leaving him and the baby like she did with Lydia and Bryce. But he trusted her, trusted that she loved him enough to stay and fight through all the things they’d encounter together. “That’s important, y’know? Lydia knows that she’s loved by her parents. And she is in fact very mature for her age, but that’s a good thing.” A small smile settled on his lips as she changed the topic quickly after that, not surprised at all. But he understood, and for now, he would let it slip. “Really? They can see that? I mean, I guess that makes sense — but that’s crazy. Do you feel the baby move a lot?” He’d put his hand on her belly a couple of times, trying to feel the movements. It seemed that every time he did, the baby would stop moving. 

        Haley playfully glared towards Spencer and sighed, glancing down at her stomach that now poked out far more as the days went on, it was crazy to think that last year she wasn’t thinking of ever having another baby but now she was more than excited to welcome the new addition into her life and the fact Spencer was becoming more of a dotting father was proof that he was definitely excited. “We both know my diet won’t start until the baby is possibly two…maybe three years old. It’s a miracle that I even lost my baby weight from Lydia, now I have to gain more because of peanut.” She pouted before walked over towards the table and took a seat. 

“Well…Bryce and I got into an argument, I think he’s having–no I know he’s having a hard time with the fact I’m having a kid and also being with you, I mean…I just…I don’t know anymore Spencer. I try to create a relationship where we can co-parent Lydia but he’s being so frustrating and he even came over drunk one night to say I never loved him because I’m with you and happy with a baby on the way.” Haley knew this wasn’t the time to talk about her ex-husband but Spencer was one of the people who she considered a best friend and known her longest to help, even if they were together with a baby on the way. 

“Look, if it’s up to me, your diet won’t start at all.” Spencer shrugged with a gentle chuckle following his words. Then again, he wasn’t the one pregnant. “You know what the consequences of becoming a dad are, right?” He teased, rubbing his own belly. “I gotta get a dad bod now. Wes said I’m already on my way — I took it as a compliment.” A toothy grin formed on his face as he spoke, thinking back to that conversation.

As Haley sat down, he filled both their glasses with water. The mention of her ex-husband made him raise his brows momentarily, not expecting that at all. “Today?” Spencer asked. He had absolutely no issues with Bryce, though he knew the whole situation still gnawed at Haley. And from the sound of things, it wasn’t all that positive. Did he feel guilty? No. He was happy with Haley, the fact that they were expecting a little kid filled him with more joy he ever thought was possible. “He came over drunk?” That just worried Spencer. He didn’t want Haley to be stressed about these things, knowing the pressure it could put on the pregnancy. “Haley...” He started, looking for the right words as he knew her previous marriage was a sensitive subject. “I can see why it’s hard for him, or why he blames you. But it’s not fair for you to take all the blame. He wants the same thing everyone else wants — a happy family in a happy marriage. That’s what I want for us, too. But it doesn’t always work out, and it’s hard seeing someone you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with, moving on with someone else.” The irony was, Spencer had once been at Haley and Bryce’s wedding. At that point, he was in Bryce’s shoes. Watching the woman he still loved after all those years, marrying someone else. Starting a family, with someone else. “It’s not going to be easy. I don’t blame him for the frustration. But you both need to handle this as parents for Lydia. I hope he can see past our situation and focus on being a good dad to your daughter.” 

     As the weeks went on, Haley started to notice changes in her body, being pregnant wasn’t a first for her but she almost forgot how much trouble it was to fit into jeans or even a dress without looking completely bloated. It was coming to a time to spill the news to Lydia finally that she was going to have a little sibling and she wasn’t sure she was exactly ready for that conversation until well earlier today after having a conversation with Bryce which ended up with them in each other’s face placing blame and faults on one another. As much as Haley loved Bryce, there was a time where they weren’t trying to hate one another, but now those moments are gone, she was guilty of being happy with Spencer and starting a new family. 

when she heard Spencer’s voice and the mention of dinner, her stomach growled which she glared down at and sighed, “peanut, you’re killing me. How am I supposed to rock being a hot mom when I feel super bloated plus the burps?” She mumbled as she rubbed her stomach before walking towards where Spencer was at. Her pants were unbuttoned and her shirt raised up, looking at Spencer. “I’m going on a diet, it’s official. I can’t fit into my jeans.” 

He lifted his head as she walked towards the kitchen, placing both plates he’d grabbed down on the kitchen counter. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile, as Spencer shook his head in an amused manner. “On a diet?” He just about managed to hold in the snort that was threatening to escape, but the sight of the unbuttoned jeans and the raised shirt definitely made him chuckle. “You’re tryin’ to tell me, that at 5 months pregnant, you’re goin’ on a diet?” The amused grin didn’t falter as the words rolled off his tongue.

Spencer walked up to her, one arm snaking around her waist as his other hand rested on the growing bump. “How ‘bout you start dieting after we eat the delicious burgers I brought home? Or... maybe after you push our little peanut over here out into the open world. How does that sound? Or never. Yeah, never — sounds pretty good to me.” After his short ramble, he slightly inched down and pecked her lips. Our little peanut. That thought only made his smile grow even wider, along with a strange sensation of butterflies in his stomach. It had been a long time since he’d truly felt this giddy. Along with it came a lot of insecurities, too. Not only about himself, but about their relationship as well. They would cross that bridge when they got there, right? It’s how they handled things.

As Spencer walked back up to the kitchen counter and placed the food on the plates, he grabbed them and walked over to the dinner table. “How’s your day been? Anythin’ exciting happen?”

He was going to be a father. It still seemed surreal. Sometimes Spencer found it hard to wrap his head around it, then he remember how eternally grateful he was for this. Never had he expected that him and Haley would move so quickly after getting back together, but sometimes things just happened. This was one of those things. He’d found himself only caring and loving more for his girlfriend than he did before. The growing belly sure was something he was getting used to. 21 weeks. That meant they were halfway there, right? 

To celebrate, Spencer thought it would’ve been a great idee to get some burgers from their favorite place and spoil his pregnant girlfriend. “Babe?” Spencer yelled out as he opened the door to their now shared apartment. That, too, was something that changed and had to be done during the pregnancy. “I’m home. I brought dinner!” His eyes scanned the living space, but the couch and the kitchen were empty. Walking up to the kitchen, he placed the plastic bag filled with goods on the counter and shrugged off his denim jacket. “I’ll set the table, don’t want the food to get cold,” he called out once again, waiting for her to walk into the small kitchen and join him for dinner.

             She was ready to throw a witty comeback at him but the touch of his lips against hers had those thoughts disappearing back into the darkness she kept them, moaning softly against his lips and slipping her hand to rest over him. Valentina wanted to continue what he started but the sound of the announcer saying the next dancer had her pull briefly away. “You’re going to get me fired, I’m not supposed to kiss any clients.” She whispered against his lips yet she leaned forward again, her hand gripping a hold of his jacket. He always managed to distract her from any logical reason, maybe that was why she was weak when it came to him even though she tried to appear strong or act as if his touch did nothing for her. It was another story when they were behind closed doors, pulling away and slipping off the seat. She knew her boss was bound to come and get mad at her for doing something that was not stated in the rules of the dancers can and cannot do with clients. She also didn’t want word to travel back to her brother and this whole deal between her and Andrew come to surface. “Come with me.” She left her empty glass on the counter and grabbed his hand to lead him away from the public’s eye.

“You better not,” he whispered back against her plump lips. The thought alone of her getting intimate made his blood boil, even if maybe it was part of his job. It made Andrew want to pull her out of this place and never let her back in. Times like these made him realize that they had gone way past friends. He wasn’t one to admit that out loud, though, not now at least. Part of him would be glad if she got fired, because that meant she’d be out of this hell hole. Then again, it would mean she’d be jobless and he didn’t want that for her either. If things were more serious between the two, he’d even consider fully taking care of her. He doubted she would let that happen, though. As she spoke those three words, a sly smile formed on his lips. In a swift motion, he stood up from his seated position on the bar stool and let her drag him to wherever they could continue what had been started. Valentina never disappointed him, which was part of the reason he kept coming back to her. It wasn’t just the quick and satisfying fuck, it had become so much more than that. Certainly she felt somewhat the same, or they wouldn’t be doing what they were doing now. “Sneaking around – what are we, sixteen?” He spoke up, only wanting to tease her and rile her up. His eyes travelled over the back of her figure as she walked in front of him. 

Beryl’s heart beat loudly. It slammed against her chest so hard she felt like her body was lurching forwards with every thud. After the break up she’d promised herself she’d stay away from Brody’s territory but here she was sat at the bar of his hotel. It wasn’t intentional. In fact the only reason she had walked through those doors was because the new president of her magazine was staying here and requested a quick meeting before his flight out of town. She’d tried to drag her feet, offering Skype and every other method she could think of to keep from stepping foot into the hotel but he needed her final edits for this months issue of Raindrop and no one else was available to drop off. It had been about a year and some odd months since their breakup and the last time they saw each other it ended with Beryl in tears still mourning their child and angry at how easily he seemed to brush it off. So she tried to become invisible, she tried to blend in with every other woman at the bar and gently press her sense of urgency onto the president so that she could hurry up and leave already but it just wasn’t happening fast enough. Before the president could even return her ‘ I’ve really got to go ‘ text she was painfully aware of Brody’s presence in the room. She heard his voice over everyone else’s, she could feel the atmosphere shift and almost swore she could smell his cologne. Beryl immediately felt nauseous, her stomach filled with more than butterflies making her feel as if she was a child who just got caught doing something she shouldn’t have. She dropped her head against her closed fist, completely overwhelmed while trying to seem casual but she was pretty sure the color drained from her face the moment she looked up and accidentally caught his eye across the bar. Deeply she exhaled, turning her attention away and back down to her drink that suddenly wasn’t strong enough. “Can I have something stronger… please?”  She requested from the bar tender softly.

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It was no secret that Brody loved his work more than anything else in this world. Though that wasn’t completely true. There had been one person who’d managed to worm her way up to the first place on his list of priorities. At least, she used to be. But especially now that he was living all alone again, he put every single, spare minute of his day into work, so he could avoid his empty apartment. It had been more than a year, but still, he never got used to the silence that greeted him as he stepped foot into the place he was supposed to call home. Brody wasn’t a firm believer of love, figuring that it was just a useless term people used. Beryl had changed that, though. He’d had other girlfriends, flings, all of that, but none of them even came close to what he had with her. Emotions wasn’t something that came easy to him, as he’d rather shove them down and handle it formally instead of showing what he actually felt. She’d changed that.

And then there she was, in his hotel, sitting at his bar. He wasn’t sure what kind of emotion bubbled up – was it sadness? Maybe anger? Brody wasn’t sure, but he felt a lot of mixed emotions at the sight of the way too familiar brunette. For a split second, their eyes met. His stomach churned as she turned away, mumbling some words to the bartender in front of her. Did he go over? Would they be able to have a normal conversation as two adults? Remembering their last couple of conversations – more so fights – his answer to that would be no. It still hurt, of course it did, but like everything in his life, he handled it formally. 

His feet dragged his form over to where she was sitting as soon as he saw the seat next to her was empty. Sitting down, he remained silent for a moment, the girl behind the bar immediately shoving a glass of scotch, neat, towards him. His usual. Brody hadn’t turned to face her yet, he just sat there. In silence. For a while, it was peaceful. It had been the most peaceful situation the two had found theirselves in since their last conversation. But soon that peace got replaced by a nagging feeling at the pit of his stomach. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

              “Oh he is more than willing to help a girl out.” She taunted flashing him a smile of her own, of course he didn’t need to know that Eddy in fact had a girlfriend but why not stir the pot to watch him struggle to act unaffected by the small suggestion. Valentina enjoyed toying with him, hell she was certain he enjoyed doing the same to her whenever they were near each other, even though her brother didn’t technically know about their little hook up it made it more entertaining to continue doing. Feeling a shiver run down her back at the sound of his voice lowering down for only to hear, she raised her hand further up his thigh, thumb caressing the cloth as she turned her head slight towards him and chuckled. “I think you can just use that pretty head of yours on how to shut me up.” 

The fact that she managed to rile him up so much just with a single touch and a few words didn’t go unnoticed to Andrew. He was infatuated by the girl, no matter how much he tried to push it down. Valentina was... something else. He’d had plenty of other women, but none of them compared to her. But acting on such thing wouldn’t possible just hurt his ego, it could possibly damage the relationship he had with his best friend, too. For tonight, or any other night they spent together, he didn’t care. Her words made him inch even closer, turning his head slightly so his lips barely missed hers. “You think I’m pretty?” Andy teased, inching closer just a little more before his lips found hers. His hand went up to cup her neck, snaking his fingers around it and toying with the hairs at the nape of her neck.

              Cameron could feel his heart cracking at the sight of the tears rolling down her cheek, it made the lump in his throat harder to breath as he let the words settle over him, she had known before he took the job. Back tracking to when he told her that he was going to do this one last thing and they would try to live a normal life, as normal as possible with his track record. But now, that felt like a long ago thought to cross his mind. Running his hand down his face as if that would wake him up from this nightmare, the question still echoed around them on whether or not would he have taken the job. Would he? Would he have taken that risk of still ending up in jail if he knew he was going to end up in jail. 

                 “Liv–you know we needed the money, but if you had told me…about this…” he held up the small picture, he could barely even tell what to look at but he knew that it was supposed to be a baby, the thought alone felt as if he lost his breath, holding back the tears that were already welling up in his eyes. “I would have found another way. How could you have kept this from me–we could have avoided all of this–you know how I feel about being a father.” 

And there was that guilt. It killed her, because it was the only thing she’d been able to think about ever since he took the job. And now here they were, Cameron possible being locked up for who knows how long. The thought of having to do it all alone scared her. And the thought of him possible not being there during labor, or even during the first years absolutely broke Olivia’s heart. “I know, God, I know. It’s why I didn’t say anything in the first place,” she started, hands furiously wiping away the tears staining her cheeks. Liv knew it was wrong, she knew from the moment she took that pregnancy test. He should’ve been there with her, waiting for the results. Cameron should’ve been there during the first echo, and the second. If only she’d just told him before all of this went down. 

“I just thought... one last time, you know? You had managed to pull this off time after time, so what could possibly go wrong this time, right?” A choked sob, mixed with what should’ve been a chuckle slipped past her lips, though there nothing to laugh about. She had it all planned out. You know how I feel about being a father. She knew, and he knew how she felt about being a mother. “I fucked up, I should’ve told you – you’re right. But don’t you dare put the blame on me for all this,” she spoke, a frustrated shake of the head following her words. 

            He had a point which made her eye twitch in annoyance before turning her gaze away from his and looking at the bottles behind the bar. She did in fact tried to test that theory out, to see if another man can fit up to what Andrew created but nothing but disappointment in the end for her. “Hmm…I think Eddy over there could, we used to hit it off back then.” She said nonchalant, glancing back at him with a small smirk placed upon her red lips, setting the cup down onto the counter and reached forward resting her hand against his thigh. “It kind of involves me using my mouth.”  

“Used to,” he echoed her words, with a slight raise of his brows. Andrew wasn’t exactly sure as to why, but a certain layer of jealousy washed over him. Not that he’d show that, immediately covering it up with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “I’m sure Eddy would love to give you another ride, if I’m ever not around.” The words had a teasing edge to them, but he definitely didn’t mean them. Andy cast his eyes down as her hand was placed on his thigh, the clench of his jaw not going unnoticed at the rather familiar feeling. Looking back at her, he chuckled as Valentina spoke. Leaning forward just slightly, he inched his head closer just close enough so he could lower his voice. “I think you’ll have to show me.”

              Cameron knew he wasn’t meant for many good things in life, with the loss of his dad at a young age and being raised by a single mother who tried her best to give him everything he needed, yet he still found ways to destroy that security. Maybe it was because he felt like he didn’t deserve it, maybe that was why he kept going back int he same troublesome friends who were nothing but deadbeats and terrible mistakes. When he first met Olivia, he tried to keep her at an arms length distance but somehow she managed to get closer than he ever thought was possible. Seeing the look in her eyes were the exact eyes he tried to avoid happening, how could he have been so stupid to believe that this one job would be the last, when really there was a snitch among the group he was with. 

His eyes downcast to what she placed on the table, he felt as if there was something lunged into his throat as he tried to swallow down the thick pill and utter out a response. He seen these types of photo’s before but only his close friends girlfriends who were pregnant. Quickly lifting up his eyes towards Olivia, finally regaining a voice but not as strong as it usually was. “A-Are—How? When?” Would this small piece of information before he even took the job stop him from even saying yes? He wasn’t sure, he never really thought of one day becoming a dad or the stereotypical husband and father that usually brought home the bacon. Shakily his hand reaches out to touch the picture. “Did you know before I accepted the job?” 

That was the question she feared most, all the guilt seeping back into her stomach making the nausea even worse. “I did,” Olivia admitted, her words barely audible. Her eyes avoided his, instead focusing on the small pictures of the echo she’d gotten done no longer than a week ago. What a mess. The last thing needed in this situation was a child. Abortion had crossed her mind, but she knew she could never do that – this was her child. Their child. The thought of kids had crossed her mind plenty of times, but she rarely spoke about it with Cameron. The lifestyle, everything, it just... wasn’t suited for a family of their own. But maybe now they didn’t have a choice. At least she didn’t. Olivia wasn’t sure what he was going to do, how everything was going to pan out with him sitting opposite of her in an orange suit. This was prison. How long was he even supposed to serve before she could welcome him back home? If that was even something that was going to happen once they got out of this mess.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, this time daring to meet his gaze. Once again, the tears were rolling down her cheeks one by one. This time she didn’t bother wiping them away, though. “I should have told you – I know I-I fucking should’ve,” she sobbed out, a hand shooting up to cover her mouth. Maybe everything would’ve been different if she hadn’t been such a coward and told him after she found out. Would he have turned the job down and stuck by her instead? “Would this have changed anything?” Liv repeated that same question. Her heart clenched at the thought of his answer – it was either yes or no, and she wasn’t sure which one she wanted to hear.

            Val turned her gaze to whom he was referring too, noticing it was in fact a blonde and she could feel the little green monster rising on her back which she did nothing but force it back down and smiling at him. “Seems just like your type too, perhaps you should. Saves me from having to do all the work to satisfy you for a good five minutes.” The brunette struck a cord back his way, if he wanted to play games with her she knew what to say that would get back at him. Very childish but she couldn’t help herself from falling into the act with him. “I know other better ways that we can waste besides drinking.” Valentina suggestively raised her eyebrows at him, bringing up the drink in hand to her lips as she takes a slow drink. 

“Five minutes, huh?” Andrew repeated with a chuckle. “Pretty sure none of these assholes in here can make you squirm like I can in just five minutes,” he said non-chalantly with a shrug of his shoulder. Valentina could say all she wanted, but he knew better than that. It was the only reason she kept coming back for more. Then again, he kept coming back for more, too. Something about her kept pulling him back in. And as those next set of words slipped from between her lips, he knew exactly why. “Really?” He narrowed his eyes just slightly as the grin on his face widened. They both knew how to get each other exactly where they wanted to. “Care to elaborate?” Even when he slightly bobbed his head to down the rest of his beer, he never broke the gaze that was settled on hers. 

based off this ( x ) @lipa1x1

          Cameron knew he fucked up, he knew that there would have been a price to pay if he took the fall for one of his best friends, he recalled the tiny voice at the back of his head whispering that it was going to end up blowing up in his face. Yet now he sat there in an orange jumpsuit, looking over at his girlfriend whom he promised that he was done with this life style, they had a plan, a plan to start new and for him to find a different job. But now it seems that those dreams were just that, dreams. The male sat there looking at what had happened in their last conversation, how much it pained him that it’s now his fault for doing this to them, to her. 

          “O-Olivia…please, we need to talk about this–if I had known, you know I wouldn’t have taken that job.” 

Everything about this place – and the situation – gave her shivers. Why was she here? Why was the guy she loved sat in front of her, in an orange suit? Everything was supposed to get better, but instead it’d done the complete opposite and everything had gone to absolute shit. She was pissed, to put it lightly. But she also felt for the man in front of her. As he spoke up, Olivia could feel the lump in her throat grow. It was getting hard for her to get any words out, afraid that as soon as she spoke up, tears would roll down her cheek. “Cam –” She started, but there was the first tear. Don’t cry, she chanted over and over in her head. “God damn it,” she hissed, her finger swiping the tear away in a frustrated motion. “What’s there to talk about?” Her voice cracked mid-sentence, trying so hard to keep herself together but feeling her emotions slip. “You shouldn’t have taken the job in the first place,” she mumbled, casting her gaze downward to her fiddling hands as she shook her head. Looking back up at him, her hand went into her bag, fingers lightly secured around the pictures she’d been staring at for the past couple of days. Taking it out of her bag, she placed them on the table and slid them over to Cameron. 

“Would this have changed anything?”

After all, she didn’t just feel for the man in front of her anymore. She felt for the growing baby in her belly, too.