You have been helping out Fiona a lot since you guys met, and it was a couple of years back at a club where you fell head over heels for her by just being her on the dance floor.

Fiona and you had been on an off through out the years mostly it was just for fun, to blow off some steam, or just for comfort after break ups that's the only times you guys used to be intimate. Until last year, when both of you couldn't hold in your feelings for one another and decide to try having a real relationship with each other.

Fiona had some bad trust issues from some previous relationship and her parents, her mother who left her and her five sibling alone with their alcoholic dad that didn't give a shit about them and used all the savings up on alcohol. But when you came to her life, she trusted you immediately.

She's been so grateful to you but she's been also feeling guilty since you were so sweet and quite rich or at least much richer than her and her poor family because her father always somehow finds the savings and spends it all in the bar, she doesn't deserve, she really thinks that even though you try to reassure her and say that she should stop thinking like that, she still does.

Lately, Fiona has been more and more stressed, tired, moody, and always feeling nauses of many things like the smell of the streets that she never minded or the smell of cigarettes that she always enjoyed, and most importantly late, really late for her period. She knew what this could only be one thing, and that thing was pregnancy, an accidental pregnancy, which she had right she got pregnant. Fiona never wanted kids, of course. She was good with them, but she never wanted them.

Fiona sat at the kitchen table with a cigarette in between her slender fingers, a bottle of cold beer on the table, and the two positive pregnancy tests she took, a tear rolling down her cheek her gaze quickly went up when she heard you walk into the house with grocery bags so she quickly wiped away her tears. "Hey.." Fiona spoke up quietly.