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This one was really fun to write, it's fluff but It sarts angsty, i hope you enjoy!!!

Tw. Panic attack/anxiety.

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I can't breathe.

I feel my eyes burning and my throat closing. My lungs can't seem to retain the air I breathe in large gasps.

Panic.

I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't speak.

I can only panic.

A fresh wave of sickness washes over me as my whole body doubles over against the toilet that I'm gripping like a life force.

My thoughts are blurring, my head is spinning, and my body's going numb.

But all I can do is panic.

I can feel my heart pounding against my chest, trying to escape it's prison of flesh and bone, trying to follow what left me long ago. Trying to follow my mind.

There's only panic.

I'm drowning. I'm fainting. I'm choking. I'm-

Words, words flow through my ears, but I hear them only distantly, struggling to recognize the voice calling from behind the closed door.

"Hey Katie-kat."

Travis.

No. No. No, no, no.

Words leave me.

I can't say it. I can't tell him, I can't face him. I'm going to pass out. I can't do this.

"Kates? Where are you? Shouldn't you come greet the love of your life? The light of your eyes? The moon of your nights and sun of your days?" I can practically hear the smile in his voice.

He doesn't know, he doesn't even suspect. How can I tell him now? When everything is so perfect between us? Finally, we had peace, but I ruined it, like I always do.

I hear the door knob turning behind me and I brace myself. I'm almost certain that a stroke will kill me before I can even fully turn around.

Just as I start to open my mouth, feeling fresh tears streaming down my face, a pair of strong arms around my trembling body.

He holds me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, strong enough to hold me together, but loose enough for me to easily pull away if that's what I want.

I look up into his midnight blue eyes, filled with love and warmth, and for a second the whole world stops and everything is okay.

"Hey, what's wrong?" His tone is gentle and soothing, his sweet voice pulls a string inside me, and I can feel more sobs climbing up my throat, just waiting to be choked out.

Travis squares his shoulders and tilts my chin upwards, and even now, I can still feel a little explosion twisting my gut as I meet his gaze.

"Look at me. Focus on my voice okay? Breathe." I can feel myself nodding, his tone is too solid to ignore.

"Inhale, hold it, then exhale." I can feel my lungs fill with air as he guides me through my panic.

"Good. Now just focus on my voice, okay?"

I nod once again and slowly feel my breathing steady and my heart slow down.

Once he's sure I'm okay, he pulls me onto his lap and gently strokes my copper brown locks.

"Want to tell me what happened? You haven't had a panic attack like that in almost two years."

I take in his scent, nuzzling my head in the crook of his neck and inhaling sharply. I can do this.

Probably.

"I...I just found out some... news."

I can feel him nodding against my head, hands still tangled in my hair.

"What was it, Kates?"

I shake my head and close my eyes.

I can do this.

I have to

"I'm pregnant." I intended it to come out strong and steady, confident, even. Instead it's a shaky breath, barely even a whisper.

"What?"

A swirl of emotions are gathered in that one word. Disbelief, surprise and... is that hope?

I gather my broken courage. He's not mad. I can do this.

"I said i'm pregnant."

This time my voice sounds steady, low but secure. I'm starting to sound like myself again.

I look up, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. I'm met with eyes alight with joy, a smile gracing his lips.

The freckles dancing across his cheeks stretch into constellations and his eyes shine bright like a comet. He's... happy.

I can feel myself exhale, all the tension leaving my body at once. My shoulders drop and my whole body fully leans against his, a smile tugging the corner of my own lips.

"We're having a kid? I'm going to be a father?" His voice grows in excitement and volume.

"Yes, Trav, you are. The best father of them all, too." I kiss his cheek, grinning.

He suddenly lifts me up, hugging me so hard I feel like my ribs are about to crack.

"I love you so much, Katie-Kat."

"I love you, too, Trav. Although, slightly more when you're not strangling me to death."

I can feel him laugh, he lets go of me and starts kissing my face, my dimples, my nose, my hairline, my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, and my knuckles. Everywhere.

He looks into my eyes, blue meeting green and I can feel myself falling in love with him all over again.

"Let's go for ice cream!" He announces, excitedly, after a slight pause.

I laugh, "What?"

"Ice cream! Let's celebrate by going to get ice cream."

I laugh once again, nodding. It's hard to say no to him when he's this happy.

Our fingers are laced together and our grins barely fit our faces.

-

"You have chocolate on your face, Trav."

"Do I?" He twists his face looking for the stain.

"Mhm. Right, there." I say tapping my strawberry-juice stained finger on the tip of his nose.

"Hey!" He scrunches up his nose, making my heart melt as he calls after me. "Katie! I'll get my revenge!"

I fail to contain my laughter, "Never!"

I run, ice cream still in hand in the opposite direction. I giggle as he wraps his hands around my waist and rubs his nose against my cheek.

Soon, we're both gasping for breath, covered in ice cream, barely containing the glee filling our faces.

I hear Travis gasp and turn around, alarmed by his silence.

"What? What is It?" I turn my head back and forth looking for possible threats.

"Robert."

"What?"

"Robert Stoll-Gardner. That way, we can call him Rob Stoll."

I exhale, relieved. It was just Travis being Travis, nothing was wrong.

I look into his glimmering eyes and shake my head.

"We are not naming our child Rob Stoll."

"Aw, why not?" He pouts.

"Because it's ridiculous!" I exclaim in playful annoyance.

"You say that now, but just you wait, Katie-Kat."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

But Travis is already running towards the opposite end of the street, and eating my ice cream!

"Stoll!" I screech, chasing after the love of my life.