***I've started writing a Brallon story, it's on my profile and its called "Imperfect Impostors" if you guys would want to read it***

I couldn't believe the news. Brendon and I were still going to have a child. My terrible day turned into one of the best. It was kind of like a miracle, though I was never one to believe in such things. And it feels like all of this stress from the past three and a half months was suddenly lifted off of my shoulders.

But at the same time, it pained my heart to think about. I ruined the chance of have two wonderful little beings around. I ruined the possibility of my child growing up with a sibling. A shoulder to cry on. Someone to trust as they grow up. What do I tell them when they get older? That I killed their brother or sister from stressing our too much?

"I'll give you guys a moment to speak." The doctor cuts through the silence. "You two are free to go whenever you're ready to." She smiles, showing her perfect white teeth. The doctor, whom I didn't get her name, picked up her clipboard from next to the hospital bed and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door was shut, I tightly wrapped my arms around Brendon's torso and burry my face in his chest. I hadn't been able to do this in what seems like forever. And it was honestly one of the best feelings. I missed being able to hug him tight. Though he smelt of sweat from his show earlier this evening, I didn't care as long as I was with him at this very moment.

"I'm so so sorry." My voice slightly cracked as I felt a lump form in my throat. It was the first time I had spoken since I got here.

"Hannah," Brendon held me in his arms, slightly stroking my hair. "There nothing for you to be sorry about."

"I didn't tell you as soon as I should have." I replied to him. "If I did... maybe we would still have both." It was finally hitting me that I lost half of what was going on inside me. I dont think I could ever forgive myself for this.

"Please don't blame yourself. I dont blame you for anything." His voice was calm and soothing. "Maybe it works out for the best this way. We'll just have to play it out. We still have this one to look forward too, that's a sign to be grateful. And promise me there will be no more secrets?" I nodded my head, unable to speak without crying.

For the next few minutes, we just stayed in each others arms no longer speaking. Though I felt terrible. About all of this. I just wish I knew what was actually going on in Brendon's head. On the outside he was calm and forgiving, but on the inside he may be upset and hateful towards me. And I don't know if I could handle that.

"Come on." Brendon nudged me. "I'm sure everyone would like to know what happened." I just nodded in response, unable to say anything without bursting into tears again.

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After I composed myself enough to be able to walk, Brendon, Kat, and I left the hospital as soon as we could. The whole drive back to the venue was quite. Neither of us really having the energy to speak. Me from stress, and him from his earlier show. And Kat sat in the backseat on her phone the entirety of the ride. Brendon offered to drive and Kat just kinda gave him the keys without so much as a look. Which she usually never does. Kat always hated it when other people drove her car.

"Dude, where'd you go?" Dallon walked up to the car as Brendon pulled up next to the tour bus. His hair was neatly combed to one side and he wasn't nearly as sweaty as Brendon had been. He might have gotten the chance to take a shower while we were away.

"Hospital to get Hannah." He said it so casually. I mean, I'm not brutally injured or anything, but it was still painful to be there and to handle the news. There wasn't any emotion in his eyes. None that I could detect anyway.

"How'd everything go?" Dallon bent down and leaned on the window with his elbows. "She okay?" He looked pass Brendon to me. His gaze told me that the question was directed toward me anyway.

I just nod in response. I was too exhausted to speak. And I'm sure as hell Brendon was too.

We all got out of Kat's car and walked over to where the rest of the guys were, whom seemed to be chatting amongst themselves.

"Hey!" Kenny exclaims once he sees us walking over. "There you are. You kinda left in a rush earlier, Bren."

Brendon just sighed. I could sense a slight annoyance as he did so.

"You okay, man?" Kenny reached out to attempt to comfort whatever was going on with Brendon. But he just pushed Kenny away.

"I'm fucking peachy." He rolled his eyes and stormed a little ways until he made it to the tour bus door. He didn't even glance back as he climbed inside. What the hell happened? He was just happy and calm when we were at the hospital not too long ago. Was it something I said? Did? Did the guys say something that ticked him off?

Dallon furrowed his eyebrows and pressed his lips into a thin line. So I wasn't the only one that was confused as to what Brendon had just done.

"I uhm." Kenny rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. He didn't have anything to say after that.

I brought up enough courage to walk over the the door and follow him inside the tour bus. It would be so much easier and more pleasant if I wasn't standing in the awkward silence created by Brendon and Kenny. Just wasn't feeling it.

As I walk in, Brendon was no where in sight. This kind of worried me.

"Brendon?" I call out his name, hoping for a response. All was silent until I heard his reply from what sounded like coming from the bunks.

"I'm fine Hannah." His voice was very low, and it took a second to register all the words he had said. "Just, just go back outside with everyone else." His voice began to crack at the end of his sentence. Was he crying? I rarely witness Brendon cry. I think the last time was probably when he almost went overboard with the alcohol that one time.

Slowly and quietly, I tried to make my way over towards the bunks. I needed to know what was on his mind. No more hiding things. From either of us.

The bus was fairly clean, despite what it had been like in previous years with clothing and food everywhere. So it was an easy straight path to where Brendon was.

"Brendon?" I gently pull away the only closed curtain from the bunk to see him facing the opposite direction. He probably knew I wouldn't leave him alone, and didn't want to face me. Well or so I assume. Its what I would have done. And at this point I noticed he was no longer wearing his sweat filled shirt. Instead his bare back was facing me.

"Hannah," he sighed, not moving a muscle in his body. "I just need a few minutes." He sounded tired.

I stood there for a moment, contemplating whether or not I should leave him be. But I didn't want to. I didn't want him to be this way. I wanted him to be smiling and goofing off like he always had been.

"Bren, tell me what's going on through your mind." I place a hand on his shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. I wanted him to know that I was there for him, just like he always had been for me. "No more secrets, remember?"

I could hear him sigh, less of in annoyance this time, and more so in defeat. He shifted his legs around a bit before slowly turning his body to face me. His eyes were tinted a pinkish red as he had tear stains down his cheeks. So he had been crying. He breathed in and let out another sigh.

I tried to smile, but seeing him like this broke my heart.

"I'm okay Hannah." He looked up at me, his lips curved up slightly as he cupped my cheek in his hand. I put my hand over his and attempted to wipe away the tears that were threatening to come out of his eyes.

He then propped himself up on his elbow and leaned closer to my face. And as soon as his lips connected with mine, it seemed as though everything on my shoulders was washed away. I haven't been able to formally kiss him since he left for the tour.

I climbed into the bunk with him, only disconnecting our lips to take a breath. His hands made their way to my lower back, bringing my body closer towards him.

"We're going to get through this." He pulled away for a second as he spoke. "I promise."