"Okay, here we go." I push the door to my apartment open and Sophie runs inside, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders as she heads for the mound of toys she left on the floor last night. "Stay here, okay? I'll be right back."

Sophie doesn't even look up from her toys as I walk past her and into my bedroom, dumping the few things I needed to get on the bed with a heavy sigh. Life feels more stressful than usual lately, and I've finally built the courage to find out if one of those stressors is a reality or not. Harry still doesn't know anything and the last few times he's come over I've used the excuse of needing to do groceries so I don't have to spend extended amounts of time with him. He knows me way too well, he'd see right through me. Although, I'm not sure Sophie and I could ever eat enough that I'd need to go to the market every other day.

The brown paper bag from the pharmacy topples over when I sit down, and the top of the First Response box peeps out at me. Taking the test isn't the problem, finding out the result is. I honestly just don't want to know. Granted, either way I'd find out in a few months but still. It's easier to live in denial.

The minimal conversation and eye contact over the last week with Harry has been getting to me, and the last time he was here I could tell he was getting annoyed. He knows that something is wrong with me, but not what because I refuse to speak to him. It's strange that I went from telling him everything to hiding things so easily. It's not that I want to, but sometimes it's just easier.

Speaking of Harry. The front door opens and closes, and Sophie's high pitch giggles are a clear indication that he's just arrived. He wasn't supposed to come for at least another hour; he said he'd be working late today and that he might make it to eat dinner with us. I'm supposed to be punishing him for his poor decisions, not letting him see Sophie as much as he wants to, but I can't punish her for his mistakes.

I stop a few feet from the end of the hall, leaning against the wall to watch them interact. Harry is kneeling down in front of Sophie, smiling at her with so much love in his eyes it makes me want to melt into a puddle. She's standing in front of him chatting away, patting her hands against his face while he laughs quietly. His eyes travel towards me and when he sees me watching them his smile changes, apologetic almost.

"You're early," I say, stepping into the living room. He nods and stands up, fingers dragging a plastic bag with him. "What is that?"

"I brought food," he says, staring me down and making my heart pound. "I thought I'd make dinner."

Shit. "Oh. You don't have to-"

"I want to." He starts for the kitchen and butterflies take off in my stomach. "This way you don't have to leave."

"Alright," I agree quietly, watching him disappear, the door swinging in his wake. When I look down at Sophie she's just watching, a curious look on her face as she stares up at me. The goofy face I make at her elicits a giggle and she goes back to her toys.

Harry's POV

Savannah enters the kitchen as I'm taking everything out that I'll need to make dinner. When I smile at her she doesn't return it, a slightly sick look on her face with her arms crossed over her stomach.

"You okay?" I ask. She shrugs.

"Just tired. I think I'm going to take a shower. If that's okay."

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll keep an eye on Soph."

"Okay. Thanks." She turns to walk away but I have to ask.

"Savannah," I call, her hand on the door to push it open. She looks at me expectantly. "You know you can...if there's something going on, you know you can talk to me. Right?"

A flash of emotions cross her face but she quickly covers that in the way she's always done. She nods and exits the room and I'm left with more questions. After she blurted out that thing about being pregnant last week I find myself analyzing everything she does. It's obvious that she's avoiding me so she doesn't have to explain, but when she is around it's not like she's running to the bathroom to puke every five minutes or something obvious like that. If she is pregnant and she doesn't tell me soon, I'm not going to be happy about that to say the least.

She's just been acting so weird. It's so...I don't even know how to explain it. Despite the fact that we aren't together at the moment, I'd like to believe that she's comfortable enough with me to be honest about carrying my child. Even if we weren't as close as we are she should still be able to tell me that. It's not like I'm going anywhere; we already have Sophie.

Venturing out into the living room I find Sophie still playing happily with her toys. When I bend down next to her she smiles at me, a smile that always manages to make me feel happier.

"Hey, princess. Do you want to come play in the kitchen while Daddy makes dinner?"

"Okay," she chirps. She stands and gathers as many toys as she can in her hands before turning and trotting towards the door. I take a few of the leftovers and push it open for her. She sits happily on the hardwood and continues as she was before.

I would love having another baby. It would be incredible; I've always pictured myself having a bigger family but I didn't think we'd be adding to our numbers any time soon, at least until me and Savannah were married or something. Maybe another baby would be exactly the push we need to work everything out. Either way we're going to end up together; Savannah is going to be my wife at some point or another.

"Soph, where do you think Mum put the can-opener?" I look down at her peering green eyes, her shoulders shrugging innocently. I smile at her and walk past her. "Why don't I go ask her."

"Okay," she says happily.

Savannah's door is open when I get there. The shower is running, so I knock on the door and wait for a response. I turn and look around the room, sadness creeping in when I realize how long it's been since I've slept in here. It sucks. It really and truly sucks.

First Response.

The top of a box shows out of one of the bags and I can see the name of the brand on it. Normally I probably wouldn't clue in, but when Savannah took that test last time she showed me the stick and the box to make sure she was reading it right. First Response is definitely a pregnancy test. Why would she have that if she wasn't....

Holy shit. She think she is! She's going to....she's taking...there's another...

I can't help but smile when I realize what this actually means. I want to bust in that bathroom and celebrate because it's so fucking amazing, but she hasn't told me. Part of me wonders if she actually will or if I'll have to just admit that I already know. There's no easy way to go about this.

Savannah's POV

My hair is still a little wet when I leave my room, loose joggers on my legs and a baggy tank top that hangs low under my arms. Harry and Sophie are both in the kitchen, Harry by the stove and Sophie sitting in the middle of the floor playing happily by herself. Harry sings lowly, soft enough that I can't hear the words, but his voice is a sound I'd never grow tired of.

"Smells good in here." Harry jumps slightly and I laugh. "Sorry."

"I haven't made it before. I don't normally like sausage, but it's a recipe my Mum sent me. She said even I would like it," he says, stirring a meat and vegetable mixture in a pan on the stovetop. His eyes lift to mine and I notice him trying not to smile.

"What?"

"What?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask slowly, narrowing my eyes at him. He shrugs and goes back to his cooking. "Harry."

"What?" He laughs. "Nothing."

"You're looking all...happy," I explain slowly. He laughs again. "It's weird."

"Is that not allowed?" When I shrug and go to sit next to Sophie I can feel that he's still watching me. "So umm...You're good, right? Healthy, feeling okay...good, right?"

"What?" I stare at him completely confused. "Yeah...wait, what?"

"I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself. You're busy and I don't want you to run yourself ragged. You've got to stay healthy-"

"Harry, what in the world are you talking about?"

He moves the pans around and combines a bunch of things and I get up to set the table for him. "I'm just saying."

"You're just saying some weird things right now. Are you drunk or something?" I joke, nudging him in the side. A slight sigh of relief passes my lips when he doesn't have a reaction because of some sort of bruise.

"No, I'm not drunk," he says, laughing with me. "I just want you to take care of yourself."

"You've never been this concerned about my health. Except maybe when I was pregnant with Sophie."

My eyes go wide and he just stares at me, almost like he's waiting. Does he think...does he know? I thought he'd let it go after last week, but is this his way of asking me if I'm pregnant? When I bend over to pick up Sophie, setting her in her booster seat. Harry sighs and brings the food over, sitting in his seat across from me. It's silent for a few minutes, an uncomfortable silence hanging over us that doesn't do anything to convince Harry that I'm not pregnant, I'm sure.

"I was thinking maybe we could go look at some preschools soon," I say finally. "I was looking into it and all the good ones have pretty long waiting lists."

"Preschool?" he repeats. "She's two. She won't start preschool for another two years."

"I know, but it wouldn't hurt to look just to know what's out there. We don't have to decide anything, but if we decide we like one with a waiting list then it'd be good to get on it as soon as possible."

"Is preschool even mandatory?"

"I don't know...maybe not, but I don't want her to be behind other kids."

"It's just glorified daycare," he says in an annoyed tone. "The schools you're talking about make you pay a lot of money, but it's really unnecessary so they can attempt to teach four year olds how to count to ten."

"Harry," I laugh, "Don't be so cynical."

He smiles and shrugs. "How's the food?"

"Amazing," I gush. "Sophie, you like Daddy's food?"

"No!" She shouts. She eats it anyway, though, so Harry just laughs and watches her for a minute. Why am I even keeping this from him? Harry would probably be ecstatic if we were having another baby.

"Harry, I..." My voice trails off and he looks at me again. "Umm, there's something...."

"Something..." he prompts. He sets his utensils down and leans forward on his elbows. The pounding of my heart fills every space and my stomach squeezes in anticipation.

"Nothing," I mutter, forcing a smile. "Nevermind."

---

"She's asleep," Harry says, flopping onto the couch beside me. "I'm going to clean up dinner."

"I already did," I tell him, not looking up from my paperwork.

"Oh. Thanks, you didn't have to do that."

"It's no problem. You made it, you shouldn't do all the work."

"I guess I should get going." He stands and get his jacket from the hooks near the door, turning to look at me as he slides his arms into it. "Am I picking her up tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll be home around six I think. You have a key, right?" I set the papers down and walk over to the entryway, staying a few feet away so this doesn't feel too intimate. My eyes follow the movement of him pushing his hair away from his face closely.

"Yeah." We stand there for a moment in silence, just looking at each other. Harry sighs and reaches for the door. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay."

With one last small smile he walks out of my place, and as soon as the door is shut I'm practically sprinting to my bedroom. The First Response box is in my hands and I feel like I could throw up at any second, but I need to do this. The box is torn open and after I've done my business with the little stick it's laying on the sink while I wait for the result.

Another baby. I can't imagine what it'd be like to have more than one child, but I'm sure it'd be amazing. Loving another person as much as I love Sophie and Harry, I'm not even sure how my heart could manage that. It'd be so incredible, though. Maybe it would be the final push we need to work everything out for good.

The time goes off on my phone and before I go back into the bathroom my hands are already trembling. This is it. I'm finally going to know.

Notes

cliffhangerzzz hahahaha
i feel like i do that a lot in this story...oh well. :)

let me know what you think :) for once i have more inspiration for this one than for the other one so it didnt take me two weeks to update :P

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