Warnings: Angst, profanity, brief mention of sex

Word Count: 1367

Six Months Later...

Light was shining through the window on the far side of the room. You blinked your eyes and pulled the cover up over your head as memories of the day before came rushing back. Josh had gotten upset about something, you retaliated, the two of you fought, and you went to Tyler's. It was the same endless loop that the two of you seemed to be stuck in.

You pushed the fight to the back of your mind and rolled out of bed. Your sweatshirt was still on the ground from where you had thrown it yesterday. It was one that Tyler had bought for you when your bump had just started to get too big for your normal clothes. Now it was one of the few things that still fit you.

"Good morning," Tyler said as you walked into the living room. He was sitting on the couch eating a piece of toast.

"Morning," you grumbled as you shuffled into the kitchen.

Tyler watched as you made yourself some cereal and poured a cup of coffee from the pot that he had made earlier that morning.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as you took a seat in the armchair.

"Great," you smiled sarcastically.

"Have you talked to him at all since last night?"

You shook your head and took a sip of coffee, "Why should I? He was the one that started the fight." Tyler tilted his head to the side, his mouth turning down slightly. "We have an appointment for the baby today, we'll talk it out then."

"What happened between you two, anyway?"

You sighed and took another bite of cereal, "I asked him if he would run to the store for me because I was having another weird pregnancy craving and he accused me of being lazy. We fought for awhile and then I started crying because of my crazy hormones and it came back to the whole debate of whose fault the pregnancy is."

"You guys know it takes two people to get pregnant, right?"

"I know," you snapped. "I just don't want to let him win. Trust me, Ty, I'm getting just as tired of the arguing as you are."

Tyler didn't make a comment, just leaned back and took a long sip of his coffee. You had heard his opinion of your relationship with Josh countless times by now.

"I just wish things could work out between us. Things were fine before the pregnancy."

"You also didn't have to agree on anything other than when to have sex."

"We made other decisions together!"

"Name two."

"Well we decided what groceries to buy and...um..."

"Exactly my point, Y/N."

Your phone buzzed on the chair next to you. A quick glance at the screen revealed that it was Josh texting you, meaning that it couldn't be ignored.

"What's that?" Tyler asked around a mouthful of toast.

"Josh," you grumbled, picking up your phone with your free hand.

We need to talk. Will you come home?

"What does he want?"

Give me fifteen minutes.

"To talk."

You stuffed another spoonful of cereal into your mouth.

"Are you going to?"

"It's not like I have a choice, I have to go home eventually. Might as well go now, right?"

Tyler nodded. You carried your dishes into the kitchen and cleaned them up before running upstairs to grab your clothes. Tyler was still on the couch when you returned downstairs.

"Hey, Ty?" you said, one hand rested on the handle of the front door.

"Huh?"

"I just wanted to say thanks. For everything. It means a lot to me that someone still has my back."

"It's no problem," he smiled.

You forced a quick smile in return and headed out the door. Your hands were already beginning to shake as potential conversations with Josh ran their way through your head.

"I'm home!" you called, slowly closing the front door behind you.

"Hey."

You followed the sound of Josh's voice to the office. He was sitting at his computer, messing with some program that you didn't recognize. You took a seat at your desk and spun around to face him.

"Let's just get this over with," you huffed.

"Listen, I'm really sorry that I called you lazy. I know that being pregnant is a lot and I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

"Ok, great," you shrugged.

Josh's eyebrows furrowed, "Do you... accept my apology?"

"Why should I? It doesn't mean anything."

"Of course it means something, Y/N! Otherwise I wouldn't have said it."

"Does it, Josh? Because I'm pretty sure by next week we'll be fighting again and this same sick cycle is just going to keep repeating." Josh sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. You swallowed the lump in your throat and continued, "I'm tired of fighting with you, but at this point I don't know how to make it stop. No matter what we try, things always end up the same."

Josh leaned back and his chair and looked up to the ceiling. You pulled your sweatshirt sleeves down over your hands. It was something you had been doing to comfort yourself since you were little.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," you sniffled.

The familiar tight feeling had returned to your chest. All the uncertainty surrounding your baby made your head spin. If you thought about it for too long, you usually ended up an anxiety-ridden mess. Josh was rarely of any help in those cases.

"I'm terrified, Josh."

"Hey, now," Josh said softly. He scooted closer so that his knees were on either side of yours. You allowed him to grab your wrists and push your sweatshirt sleeves back so that he could properly hold your hands. Finally, he gently lifted your chin up so that he could look into your eyes. "Y/N, I want you to know that whatever happens, no matter how much we fight or yell or swear that we hate one another, I'm always going to have your back. You're not going to be alone in any of this. And I'm trying to be better about not arguing with you, I really am. There's a lot of stuff I'm trying to work out, and I always end up taking it out on you."

"I know, and my pregnancy hormones are no help," you half smiled. "I just wish things would go back to how they were."

"What, when we were hooking up?" Josh let out a breath of air. Maybe it was meant to be a laugh.

"No, um, before that."

You could hear your breath shake as you inhaled. This was the first time that you had openly admitted still having feelings for Josh. It had become apparent to you not long after the breakup happened. All of the anger had just been you trying to convince everyone else, and yourself, that you no longer cared.

"When we were together?" he asked. The confusion on his face was evident.

"Yes."

"So what are you saying?"

You laughed quietly and shook your head. Josh had always been oblivious to this sort of thing.

"I still love you, Josh. I miss being with you."

"Why? All I do is upset you and cause you pain. That isn't fair to you."

"No relationship is perfect," you shrugged. "Besides, we only really started fighting after the breakup. Everything before that was petty arguments."

"All of our arguments are petty," he smiled.

"Whatever," you rolled your eyes. "I just admitted that I'm in love with you, can we focus on that?"

"I think it's only fair that I admit that I am also still in love with you."

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. Without hesitation, you grabbed Josh's shoulder and pulled him towards you so that you could kiss him. He let go of one of your hands and placed it on the back of your neck, pulling you closer. It felt nice to be kissing him again without the fear that this would be the last time.

"Josh," you whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"Hmm?"

"Our appointment is in ten minutes."

"Shit."