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Whaaat? Another chapter? And on a Tuesday at that? What's going on?
Long story short? I don't have school today :p I know, I know, no school on a Tuesday, how strange! It's a long story, actually xD But anywho, enjoy! This chapter's a little short, but I hope you all don't mind!


The couple drove home in silence, both too shocked to know what to say. Ali, personally, was happy with the news. He'd always dreamed of being a father and, sure, it was a little early into their marriage for children, but now was as good a time as any.He knew they would be able to do it. He was far more worried about Dylan, who spent the entire car ride staring straight ahead, no emotions being portrayed on her face.
It scared him, that he couldn't read her in that moment. It was like when they had first met, and she'd kept all of her emotions hidden away behind anger. He felt the worry grip him, worry that she would go back to that, that she would no longer open up to him. To reassure himself, he reached across the divide and held her hand for the rest of the car ride.
Never before had Ali felt so relieved to feel her squeeze his hand back.

His relief was short lived, however, as the second they arrived home, Dylan released his hand and disappeared into the bedroom, where she collapsed onto the bed. Ali hovered in the doorway, unsure as to whether he should leave her be, or talk to her about what was bothering her. Could it have been their fight earlier? He wondered. The timing of finding out about this baby certainly hadn't been ideal, he knew that, but they didn't fight very often. That had been the first fight of their marriage. Surely that couldn't have been what was bothering her.
Deciding it was best to talk to her, Ali climbed onto the bed and pulled her close to him.

“What's up?” he asked as he gently stroked her hair. He was glad to find that she didn't pull away, but instead snuggle closer to him.
She shrugged. “It's stupid,” she muttered, looking not at him but at the wall. Ali knew that that meant she was trying to hide her emotions. He gently touched her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. There were tears in her eyes, but she didn't look as though she were going to cry, instead she looked frustrated. Frustrated at what? Ali didn't know. “You always say it's stupid, but it never is. What's up?”
Dylan didn't respond right away. Truthfully, she was frustrated, she was frustrated at herself. How could she do this? How could she be a good mom? The idea terrified her. She was going to be responsible for this child, make sure he or she was happy and healthy and made good decisions in life. Just the idea made her feel sick to her stomach – or maybe that was the nausea again. “I don't think I can do this...” she finally said.
“Do what?”
“Be a mother.” Dylan turned to face the wall again, closing her eyes to hold back the tears of frustration.
Ali smiled comfortingly, even though she couldn't see it. “I know, it's a little scary.”
“Not for you. You'll be a great dad and you know it!”
“And you'll be an amazing mom. Don't doubt yourself, Dylan,” Ali said softly. When there was no surprise, he added, “You won't be doing this alone, you know.”
Another long pause before Dylan slowly nodded. “I know...”
“You'll have me, I'll always be there for you. And there'll be Taylor and Malachi of course. We can do this, Dyl, I know we can.”

With that, Dylan slowly sat up, pulling Ali up with her, and gave him a passionate kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered when they parted. “You always know how to make me feel better.” And it was true, for now there was a small smile on her face.
“That's my job!”
“I knew I married you for a reason.”

“Thought of any names yet?” Taylor asked one day while Dylan was visiting. It had been the most common thing that she had heard from Taylor ever since she had announced her pregnancy. By now Dylan was a few months along and her stomach was beginning to show, not to mention the hormones were beginning to take effect.

“No, I don't,” she grumbled, resisting the urge to snap at Taylor for the repetitive question.
“Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“Taylor, please shut up. You ask me this stuff all the time.”
“Yeah, but you never answer them, grouch-o.” Taylor stuck out her tongue playfully and shrugged it off when Dylan didn't do it back.

Malachi, who had been playing with Sawyer on the floor a little ways away, chose that moment to speak up. “Give Dylan a break, Tay. It's called pregnancy hormones. We all had to deal with you when you had them, the least you can do is put up with Dylan.”
“I'm not half as bad as she was!” Dylan protested, giving Malachi her best glare. Malachi just laughed it off.
“Okay, okay, fair enough.”
“I wasn't that bad!” Taylor added, gesturing to Dylan. “... Was I?”
Malachi stuck his tongue out at her, which made both Taylor and Sawyer laugh. “You so were. Granted, you were under the stress of planning a wedding.”
“Oh shut up!”

Dylan had to smile, looking around at her best friend, her brother, and her nephew. They made a beautiful little family, and it was reassuring to hear they banter playfully like that. If Taylor and Malachi could do it, Dylan thought, she could do it too. She could be a mother.

Author's note:
Isn't Sawyer adorable? Eee! I love him! :3 Anyway, that is all.


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Oct. 30th, 2012 12:27 am (UTC)
Aww, go Dylan, you can do this!!! :D

Also, aaawwwwww Sawyer!!! <3
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