Briana:

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"So, hows Mike handling it so far?" Layne asked when Briana finally took a seat at the kitchen table. He's been asking her the same question every single morning. He would go see him during visitation or at least call him, but mike demanded him not to and he never returned Layne's phone calls when he would leave a message with the ward PCAs.

Briana took a small sip from her coffee. She grimaced when it hit her stomach. The past week, she hasn't been handling the mornings too well. She kept telling herself it was due to stress, but she was growing increasingly concerned that it was something deeper than that.

"He's really sick right now," she told him honestly. "I've been trying to talk to him, but he's been distant... I'm not too sure how long he's going to hold this against us..."

Layne furrowed a thick brow as he watched Briana's face contort in disgust after taking another sip of her coffee. When she set the mug down, she pushed it away from her. He tilted his head at her. "Are you okay...?"

She thumped her fingers against the slab of wood for a while. There was an anxious glow that haloed around her. "Yeah," she moaned out.  "I'm just kinda nauseous..."

He sat there for a while, studying her. She seemed exhausted. He's noticed that she's been pretty tired for a while. She hasn't been smoking, either. Instead, she'd complain about the smell when she'd join him out on the patio.

Suddenly, his heart dropped to his stomach. Those vibrant blue eyes grew to the size of melons. "When's the last time you've had your period, Bre?" He sputtered out.

Her eyes grew wide with him. She started to get butterflies in her stomach. "Uhhh..."

"Briana?!" Layne exclaimed. His breath had gone shallow.

"I—I don't know!" She freaked. "I don't usually keep track of that..."

Layne couldn't help but to look at her like she was dumb. "You're a nurse...?" He pointed out. A smirk cracked on his scruffy face. "I thought you types were health conscious."

Briana let out an anxious giggle. "Well, we're not hypochondriacs. Plus it's not like I'm planning on...getting..." she stopped herself before saying the word. Her lips quivered a bit. "Uh...you know..."

He was flabbergasted. "You don't take birth control..."

"We use condoms!" Briana defended. She stopped for a moment, remembering that they've been slacking off a little in that department. Still, she stood her ground. "And you pull out!"

"Bre...oh my fucking god," Layne blubbered. He just sat there, staring at her.

The both of them exchanged the same terrified expressions.

And before Layne could say anything else, Briana grabbed her stomach and quickly stumbled into the bathroom to throw up.

*****

"How long do we have to wait," Layne muttered. He kept those large blue eyes fixated on the pregnancy test that was resting on the sink.

"It only takes a minute or two," Briana squeaked. She gulped down anxiety, glaring down at the test herself. She watched as the pink liquid started to swarm around the positive side of the test.

"These are cheap!" She suddenly exclaimed, causing Layne to jump.

He grabbed his chest. "What the hell, Bre, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

"These are cheap tests, grab me another one," she spat out quickly. She stared at Layne who stood stationary, his bulging eyes still stuck on the positive pregnancy stick. "GRAB ME ANOTHER ONE, LAYNE!"

He jumped again. Though he didn't say anything this time. He scurried out of the bathroom to the kitchen to grab the other three pregnancy tests.

Shaky fingers handed her the tests. She decided to pee on every single one of them at the same time and urgently watch them. Both of their hearts stopped when the results showed up.

It went silent for a while. But the silence was deafening.

"They're all positive..." Layne whimpered out. His heart was pounding so hard, he felt as though it were about to tear out of his chest. Still, he couldn't hide the huge grin that spread across his face.

"WHY ARE YOU SMILING?!" Briana cried out.

Layne chewed on his lip, trying to make himself frown again. It made the muscles in his face twitch awkwardly. It was so strange, he couldn't help but to giggle.

"This is NOT funny, Layne!" Briana shrieked. She smiled a little, though. "We need to get more tests! This can't be right!"

He studied her for a moment. And now that he knew, he noticed that her skin really did have that glow to it. He always thought people were just being melodramatic when they'd speak about how pregnant women glowed. His eyes teared up when his mind began to race.

She has our child inside of her...

He sniffled back a few tears. He couldn't help but to laugh again when Briana demanded him, yet again, to get more pregnancy tests.

"Stop laughing, Layne," she went on.

His big hands grabbed and squeezed her small ones. More tears rolled down his face as his eyes met her vivid emerald ones. "You're pregnant, babe..."

"No I'm not!"

He laughed again, nodding over at the sink where all of the tests rested on. "Yeah you are. Four positive pregnancy tests?" He stopped himself for a moment. His mind was still processing all of this. He reached down and kissed her gently. "You're pregnant, babe," he mumbled sweetly into her ear.

Her eyes widened to saucers. "Oh...my god..." she quickly shook her head. "Oh my God, Layne!" Tears were standing in her eyes. She shared that same look of terror and joy all at once with her lover. "Layne...are we...are we going to have a baby...?"

He knelt down on the tiled floor. A shaky, anxious hand swept her cheek. A small, happy smile played on his face. For a while, they just stared at each other.

They couldn't believe it. They were in awe.

It seemed to be so random.

So out of place.

They had so much they needed to do. And all the while, they were obligated to help Mike... Along with experiencing this whole new side of life...

"Yeah..." Layne whispered, his heart caught in his throat. "Yeah, we are..."