Requested by @NormanxRuby

"My life is starting, directors, producers are looking at me. Anela I can't just turn down these opportunity's because my girlfriend is pregnant. I got offered to be one a new show and I need to take this one.

"Norman, I told you I was pregnant, not give up your life and stay home with me. I understand you have a job, so do I. I thought you would be excited about this baby." You whispered

"Happy? What the fuck are we supposed to do with a baby?"

"Feed it, cuddle it, oh maybe be parents to it?" You yelled.

You were hurt, devastated. You truly thought that Norman would love this child as much as you already did. You were nervous to tell him and to know it would turn out like this, you were regretting telling him.

You and Norman had been together fro almost three years now, you moved in almost a year ago, and your love grew by the day for him, but today your love seemed to be lost, falling apart.

Norman had been stressed out, he wasn't getting many roles or must work in general. He got offered a spot on a new show called The Walking Dead and had been studying, reading the comics and trying figure out his character for the past week. You thought the news would help, not make things worse.

"I don't know what you want me to do Norman." you whispered

"I don't know, but I can't do it right now."

"Okay, I will just tell this baby to come in a few years instead of 9 months."

"Anela don't pull this shit with me."

"WHAT SHIT NORMAN! I AM FUCKING PREGNANT WITH YOUR KID."

"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I WANT? I DON'T WANT THE FUCKING KID, SO IF YOU WAN IT, THEN YOU DEAL WITH IT. STAY HERE AS LONG AS YOU NEED, BUT THE MOMENT YOU HAVE YOUR SHIT TOGETHER GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE."

Norman left you in shock. The slammed door pulled the tears from your eyes and caused you to feel light headed.

you sat in the living room for 2 hours and cried, not knowing what to do. You had given everything for Norman, and here you were.

Broken in the middle of his living room .... his.

The days went by, and Norman didn't talk to you, he hardly even looked at you, in fact, he pretended you weren't even there. You didn't know what hurt more, not wanting this baby, or not wanting you.

There was no talking, no matter what. If Norman couldn't find something, he would look frantically throughout the house. If there was something he needed that was right next to you he came and grabbed it.

If he didn't remember a time, he would look through his messages to find it. He didn't need you, for anything. It was like anything and everything you had was gone, just ... gone.

Then, Norman stopped coming home. Two days with no talking, and now two days without him being here.

it had taken you four days, but you finally found a new place to stay, you could easily afford it, and almost all your things were packed.

You looked at every box and bag remembering the last time there were packed like this. When you moved in, now they were for moving out.

It didn't matter how upset you were, you wouldn't cry, you had cried too much, there was nothing left, you had nothing left. What was the point in crying?

You looked into the bedroom one last time, remember everything you once had, everything you laughed about. The movies and conversations you had ... right here, in his room.

you walked down the hall with your last box. You placed it on the coach then walked over to grab your coats and jackets.

Norman was sitting on the coach when you turned around, you assume he was there the whole time, you just hadn't noticed. This time he was looking at you, watching you pack out of his life.

you walked over with your jackets in hand and lifted the box off the couch, as You lifted the box, Norman lifted his body and walked right over to you. He placed his large hands on the sides of the box and placed it back on the couch.

"I need that." The first thing said between you two in four days.

"I need you."

"What?"

"I love you so much, I want this baby, I always wanted it. I was stressed and I didn't know how to handle the news, everything and I broke. That's not an accused, it's just what I think happened. I was so mad that I just didn't see it, I left to see the set and the whole time I was thinking about us and our future. I can work around my work schedule, if not, I will quit. I really will, I love you, please don't leave, don't go anywhere else, not without me." He cried

You stood there watching Norman, he was broken, falling apart, stressed, under pressure, and you were pregnant, two emotional messes that were meant to be together.

"You don't have to give your career up for me" You whispered

"I need to give everything up for you, keep your things packed, but move to Atlanta with me. after I looked at the set I went and found this house, a home. You and me and the little one that will grow up there."

"Really?"

Norman reached into his back pocket and pulled out two sets of keys, house keys.

"Please say yes."

Your tears became to fall again, but they weren't sad tears. They were tears filled with emotion, happiness. This man was the love of your life, he was gorgeous, sweet and even though he had rough days, so did you.

You were so happy to be carrying his baby, everything made sense.

Everything had worked out and at the end of the day, he was yours and you were ... his.

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