A/N: As I’m sure most of you already know, this is the sequel for RHIMA. So if you haven’t read it yet, read that first. Otherwise you might get confused.

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Chapter 1

I was in a deep sleep, lost in my own dream world, when suddenly I was awoken by a loud and constant beeping sound, urging me to wake up. I sighed exhaustedly, too tired to open my eyes, and rolled over toward the middle of the bed where my body made contact with a warm figure. I snuggled up to it and attempted to block out the alarm by burying my head into it, but it was no use. After the first two minutes, I finally managed to peel my eyes open to reveal a small, dimly lit room, which indicated it was still very early in the morning.

I sat myself up and leaned over the person lying beside me to shut the alarm off, seeing as it was on their side of the bed, not mine. Just as I went to lie back down, my hand was suddenly seized by someone else’s, forcing me to stay still. I looked down, only to see a bright smile upon Trent’s face.

“Morning sunshine,” he said cheerfully, pulling me down so he could kiss me on the lips. I returned the kiss and then pulled away, giving him a confused look.

“Trent, you were awake that entire time? Why didn’t you shut the alarm off?”

“I actually just woke up,” he explained innocently. “Don’t get angry with me. I would have shut it off myself, but then you beat me to it.”

I nodded and then slumped down tiredly beside him so my body was half on top of his, with my head resting against his chest.

“I sense someone who is tired,” he smiled, kissing me gently on the forehead. “Aww, I’m sorry Sweets. That’s my fault. The alarm wasn’t supposed to wake you up. That was for me.”

“No, I’m alright,” I tried to agree, but then yawned loudly as I closed my eyes and buried my face into his shirt, attempting to shield my eyes from the sunlight that was peeking through the blinds.

“No you’re not,” he immediately denied. “I’m gonna be nice and go pick up a coffee for you. One of the strong one’s though that really wake people up in the morning. And breakfast too. Food always helps me wake up in the morning.”

Being too weary from lack of sleep, I didn’t say anything and instead nodded.

Trent chuckled amusedly. “Um. Sweets? I kind of have to get up if I’m getting you a coffee and stuff.” I nodded again and rolled off him, back to my own side of the bed. However, knowing how he was, I knew he felt bad for making me move, so it was no surprise when I felt him move closer so he was hovering over me. “Aww, is my baby girl tired?” He nuzzled into my neck and gently kissed me on the cheek. “I think you need some sleep. Lots of sleep. Sleep for another ten hours if you have to.”

My eyes opened to look at him as I smiled. “I can’t possibly do that. I have to work at noon today.”

“But you look so tired,” he insisted, pouting his lip. “I’m worried about you. You were tired yesterday too. And the day before that. And the day before that. Not to mention—”

“—Okay, okay,” I laughed, pressing my hand against his chest and shoving him off me. Then I buried my face into the pillow. “I’m fine. I just really need more sleep, okay?”

He sighed audibly. “Alright. Well I’m off to get you breakfast and groceries and stuff.” I felt him kiss me once more on the cheek before he climbed off the bed and made his way out of the room through the door. I groaned in exhaustion and rolled back toward the middle of the bed, searching for that familiar warm figure, but then remembered Trent had just left. I was so tired that I wasn’t even thinking. So instead I snuggled into the covers to keep warm.

After about twenty minutes of just lying there I knew there was no way I would ever get back to sleep, so I stood up and sauntered toward the bathroom to have a look in the mirror. Upon seeing my reflection, it was no surprise at all as to why Trent was worried about me. I looked as if I had come out of a horror movie. My hair was a tousled mess. There were dark circles under my eyes. I was a complete wreck. Not to mention –as Trent had reminded me– I had been like this all week. Now it’s not like I didn’t get enough sleep. I got plenty of sleep. Last night I got about eight hours, yet still I feel like a zombie.

But then an unexpected thought occurred to me and I suddenly felt worried, almost about ready to fall over after realizing something. “No way,” I muttered to myself, marching out of the bathroom and into the small kitchen where the calendar was hanging on the wall. I took it off and threw it on the table to flip back to last month, hastily scanning for the date of my last period. “No way,” I repeated in a shocked whisper, seeing that it was six days late. But I tried my best to remain calm and not hyperventilate. It’s been late plenty of times. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything. I’ve just been having a rough week, that’s all. That’s why I haven’t been feeling well and have been so tired. It happens to everyone.

However, my gut instinct was telling me different. I knew I should still check, just to be sure. I looked at the clock on the wall to see when Trent would be back. Now I knew I should wait so we could both find out together, but he wouldn’t be back for awhile, and I was really anxious, so I went back into the bathroom to check and assure myself not to worry. I’m not pregnant. You can’t possibly get pregnant when you’re on the pill, right? I sighed, knowing I was fooling myself. I’ve heard many stories of women getting pregnant on the pill.

Once inside the bathroom, I threw open the cabinets in search for a white box containing the pregnancy test. It was such a mess from all the bottles of hairspray and whatnot that it took forever before I finally managed to dig it out. I held it in my hands, which were now shaking, and stared at it for the longest time, my mind going a million miles an hour. I never had any intentions of using it, at least not now, not this early. The only reason why I had it was for a time like this.

I closed my eyes for a minute and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, feeling about ready to pass out. I couldn’t be pregnant. It wasn’t anything we planned. We were still too young for this. We were both twenty-three, which is the age a lot of people start having kids, but it was different with us. We weren’t married yet, let alone engaged. We were simply living together. Marriage wasn’t supposed to be for at least another few years or so. Not that I’m saying you have to be married in order to have a baby, just that this was way too early for the both of us. We could barely afford this apartment even; this cheap, crappy apartment that had so many things wrong with it. Even though we’ve been living here together for about three years, ever since we started college, so many things were still unfixed because we could not afford it. The water was the main thing. It was clear, but it had such a foul odor to it that we had to buy bottled water instead. Even that alone got expensive at times.

I’ve called my mom about our situation, but she assures me that everything will eventually be fine. She explained how everyone struggles in the beginning, especially when you’re just starting out like Trent and I. In fact, she’s been to our apartment before and claims her and my dad’s was a lot worse and that I shouldn’t worry. She says I should be happy for what we have now at our age. But at the same time, in my mind, what would having a baby be like right now? Insane, that’s what! He and I were both in college and working at the same time. Like I said, we don’t have very much money. He currently is working at a bowling alley while I’m at GAP making only eight fifty an hour.

I stared down at the tiny box still held in my hand, examining it. Ninety-nine percent accuracy. So even when it does give me an answer it might not be correct, right?

I sighed, frustrated with myself, as I tore the box open. This is ridiculous. I need to stop worrying so much. I’m getting worked up over nothing. I’ll take the test and find out that everything is okay, that I’m not pregnant, that everything is perfectly fine and we won’t have to worry about anything.

So I read the directions, did exactly as it had told me to do, and then placed it on the counter and waited. The instructions say it takes about two minutes, which only made me even more anxious. Two minutes doesn’t sound like a long time, but when you’re sitting here like me and waiting for an answer to something as big as this it feels like an eternity.

Once the time was finally up, I sighed heavily and looked down to read it. “Oh God no,” I said in a shocked whisper, suddenly feeling faint. I had to steady myself by grabbing the wall for support. I looked back at the test again, the tiny black plus sign staring back at me. I was so shocked that I was practically frozen. I didn’t know what to do. But needing to sit down, I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room where the couch was, then slumped onto it and sat there with a blank expression on my face. After about a minute or so the reality of it began to finally settle in, as tears slowly started to form in my eyes.

“We’re not ready for this,” I muttered to myself, burying my face into my hands.

Just then the front door clicked open, indicating Trent’s arrival. What was he doing here so early? He wasn’t supposed to be home that fast. He usually took longer than that. I sat up and did my best to wipe the tears out of my eyes, not wanting to tell him what was wrong just yet. Call me strange, but I just couldn’t tell him right this second. I didn’t want to see his reaction.

“Hey, you’re finally awake,” he smiled as he came in and sat beside me. He had a white bag with him, which contained our bagel sandwiches, and threw it on the coffee table. Then he handed me my coffee and kissed me on the cheek quickly, before leaning back on the couch and kicking his feet up on the table, grabbing the remote to turn the television on. “So what time did you finally get up at?”

“Oh… um. About twenty minutes after you left,” I managed to say with a straight face. “I couldn’t get back to sleep. And why are you back so early? Where are the groceries?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t feel like getting them right away. Maybe later I’ll go out again or something.” Then he started messing with the channels on the TV. “You know, they don’t have anything good on anymore. Every news channel talks about bad things that happen. Don’t they ever have any good news? Like this one, for example. Global warming. No one wants to hear about polar bears dieing and what not. Don’t they have a good news channel?”

“Speaking of news,” I began hesitantly, not wanting to tell him, but at the same time knowing I had to. However, he still didn’t seem to be listening.

“And this one.” He had stopped on another channel. “I don’t want to know that a toddler died yesterday while… I can’t even say it. That’s just really really really sad.”

“Yeah. Well, speaking of kids,” I started again, hoping he would listen.

“Or even the weather channel,” he went, stopping at that channel. “Look at this. This is insane. Snow tomorrow? I hate driving in the snow. It makes the roads all icy and…” But then he stopped mid sentence and looked at me, narrowing his eyes peculiarly. Now I know this may sound a little strange, but he knew something was up. I could tell by the look in his eyes. It’s almost as if he knows me better than I know myself. He could tell by looking at me that something was wrong. “Is everything alright? You look a little pale.”

I nodded to assure him that I was, though couldn’t help but bite my lip as I did so.

He shook his head. “No you’re not. When you bite your lip it means you’re lying. Something’s bothering you.”

“No,” I quickly denied. “No, it’s alright. I’m fine.” Then I stood up and walked into the kitchen area to give me something to do. I wanted to tell him, but at the same time I just couldn’t. Something inside me just couldn’t say it. It was hard enough having myself know.

“Sweets,” he stood up from the couch as well and came closer, standing on the other side of the counter. “Why are you making food after I just got you a sandwich?”

“What?” I asked. Then I looked down at my hands and realized I was making a bowl of cereal, and then cringed at how stupid I was. So I made up a quick excuse. “I’m just… very hungry.”

He breathed heavily, giving me a look as if knowing full well I was lying.

“I’m sorry,” I tried to make up another excuse, my words coming out at full speed. “I’m just very out of it today and… and I actually was really hungry. But they do say that your eyes are bigger than your stomach… and … um…” I trailed off for a moment and noticed he was giving me the strangest look I had ever seen on him. So knowing I was failing miserably, I blurted out, “I’m pregnant!” before covering my mouth with my hand and turning away from him, not wanting to see his reaction.

But hmm… should I tell you guys now… I’ll tell you now haha. Travis did go to Virginia for college, but he’s coming back to visit Trent and Raina and everyone. That’ll be in the next chapter.

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