* Chelsea's POV *
"Chelsea, are you sure?" Brandon asks, breaking the ever lasting silence that ensued after my little announcment.
"Rather sure." I say, nodding.
"I knew I should have been more careful." Brandon mutters quietly, leaving me confused.
"What do you mean?" I ask, giving him a confused look.
"You don't remember do you?" He insinuates, raising his eyebrow slightly.
"No...."
"I only remember vaguely, so I'm not much help to you right now. But I can say this, we may have shared a moment after game six of the finals."
My mouth falls open when he brings that up. Of course I forgot about that, it would be hard to remember that night. Everyone was drinking, a lot, and just having a grand 'ole time. Go figure I would drink until everything became a blur, then go do something like that.
"We did, I remember it now." I say, covering my mouth slightly.
"Wait, if you only remember that now," He pauses, his brows furrowing with concentration and confusion, "Were you with someone else?"
"I.. well...I'm just going to be completely honest with you." I manage to say, with much difficulty. "I was with Tyler for a little while before we started dating. We, um, hooked up once when I was up in Boston a few weeks before I ended things, romantically, with him. Things just weren't working out right between us, and we're so much better off as friends. Even he realized that." I steal a quick glance at Brandon to make sure he doesn't look too mad or disappointed in me. "I swear, I wasn't going to do that whole I'm pregnant and it's your baby, just kidding it's someone else's spiel. I was just afraid to tell you whose it could have been. Thinking back on it though, when I was with him seems too far in the past to make sense." I blurt out, not holding back anything at this point.
We both stay very quiet after my little outburst of word-vomit. It was honestly one of the most nerve-wracking silences in our conversation. Until Brandon leaned in close to me and wrapped his arms tightly, but gently around me.
"Chels, I'm just glad you told me. At least you had the audacity to let me know that it might not have been, and still might not be mine." Brandon says, wiping away a tear that was slowly trickling down my cheek. I hadn't even realized I was crying until he did that. "If you didn't tell me, and you let me believe it was mine and it wasn't, or you just never told me until it was obvious," He paused his words, gently squeezing my hand. "That would have made me mad. But you told me, and I'm glad you did."
"Well I couldn't just not tell you about it." I say breathing out a sigh of relief, the tiniest smile formed on my lips. I shrug my shoulders ever so slightly when he raises his eyebrows as I say that. "What? It's true, plus you would have found out from my belly growing as the months went by."
"Chels, it's okay, I'm glad you told me. And even if the baby does happen to be his, I'll still be there for you." Brandon says, staring into my eyes. "Both of you."
At that point I throw my body forward with so much force, wrapping my arms around him while almost knocking both of us off of the edge of the sofa. When I feel his arms around my body is when the tears began to flow. We hadn't been dating for over a month, had a drunken fling together one night, and he was completely willing to stay with me through this even if it happens to be Tyler's baby. I always knew there was something about him that I just loved. He's so compassionate, and I really needed someone like that in my life.
"It'll be okay Chels." He whispered softly into my ear. "Don't worry about it too much right now."
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Sometime soon after that I managed to fall asleep while we were watching an old game that was recorded on the DVR. Something about being with Brandon, and having his arms wrapped around me made me extremely comfortable. His overall aura seemed to be comforting, at least to me it seemed like it. At one point, I felt like the ground was moving underneath me and I had no control over it. Opening my eyes, I notice that Brandon is carrying me towards my room. Unable to keep my eyes open though, they fall shut quite quickly. The last I remember of last night was him setting me down gently in the bed, the covers being draped over my body and him laying down next to me. I really appreciated the fact he didn't just leave me alone last night though. Another quality I loved about him.
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Waking up the next morning, I immediately cover my face with a pillow to block the light from my eyes. I would definitely get him back for opening the blinds, I guess he just doesn't know what it feels like to open your eyes and get blinded. Tossing the pillow aside I slowly open my eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light.
Getting up, I look down at my body and realize I'm still in the clothes I was wearing last night for the date. Minus the sweater and shoes, but still the same uncomfortable jeans. Stumbling over to my closet I slip out of my clothes, leaving me in just my underwear as I searched through my various sweaters to find something comfortable to wear today.
Quickly putting the sweater on, I find my favorite pink jeans and I slide into those quickly as well. Slipping a pair of socks on my feet, I step into my converse leaving them untied for the moment. It would be too much effort to bend that far down to tie them. That just goes to show how lazy I could be, which was actually quite often.
Padding over to the kitchen, I see Brandon sitting at the kitchen island munching on some cereal. Sneaking up behind him, I place my hands on his sides and my chin on his right shoulder-blade.
"Morning!" I say as cheerfully as I can, giving him a little peck on the cheek.
"Morning to you too, beautiful." He responds, finishing the last spoonful of his breakfast. "How'd you sleep last night?" He asks, concern laced in his voice.
"Fine, thank you for taking me back to my room." I comment, leaning forward and resting my arms on the cool marble countertop. "Did you sleep well?"
"I stayed up a little while longer after I got you all settled up in bed. Your sisters came home pretty late last night. Melanie's been keeping them pretty occupied hasn't she?" Brandon says as he gets up, putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
"Yeah, I think that's one reason they love coming to visit Patrick and I. Melanie always knows the hottest places to go to. They love stuff like that." I respond, twirling a strand of hair around my index finger. I really loved having early morning talks about anything. Didn't really matter who it was with, but with Brandon it was extra nice. It proved we didn't need much to be happy with each other, just being with each other was enough. At least, that's what it seems like.
"The season's going to be starting up rather soon, it is the end of August y'know." Brandon states, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter. "I promise, I'll always find time to be with you throughout the next nine months. Although there is one thing you need to do, I'll have to do it as well though."
"I know, I'll probably still continue with my Ice Girl duties til I start showing, which I hope won't be too soon." I mention, my cheeks flaring up. "What's that?" I ask.
"Meet the family, as my girlfriend of course. And mother to my child, but we won't have to bring that up right away if you don't want to." Brandon says, shoving a hand in his pocket.
"Then you'll have to be introduced to my family as my boyfriend," I start to say before going off into thought about when we would do that. "How would Christmas work? Patrick and Stacey's wedding will be two days before so my parent's and well, whole family will be here." I suggest, shrugging.
"That sounds good, then we can go up to Pittsburgh with Brittany after Christmas to visit with my family." Brandon added, nodding his head in agreement to my part of the plan.
"We probably should tell them about the pregnancy thing then, considering I'll be about four or five months along by then." I state, looking down at my currently flat stomach.
"I didn't think about that, I'm sure it'll be fine though." Brandon says, sending me a reassuring smile. "They love you already, George has actually been pestering me to have asked you out sooner or he would have stolen my chance." Brandon laughs, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.
I laugh with him, shaking my head. "As handsome as both of you Saad boys are, you're the only one I want. Brittany actually knew for a while, her and George must have gotten together and thought of ideas and ways to get us together."
"I could see them doing that." Brandon says, crossing the kitchen to wrap his arms around my waist gently. His hands rest lightly on the bottom of my stomach, right over where the little baby is.
I never thought I'd become a mother at such a young age. I always thought I'd be around at least twenty three or four, and married first. Of course, hanging around Patrick too long, going to parties all of the time, this is what'll happen. I'm just lucky, for the most part, that I've got Brandon in my life. I'm also lucky that he's such an understanding, caring person. I still have to tell Tyler, just because he has the right to know since there is a four percent chance it's his child. If I wasn't in a relationship with anyone right now, I wouldn't actually care if it was his baby. Since I am with someone, I really hope and pray it isn't his. The timing isn't really right, as I noticed last night when Brandon brought up a memory I surpressed.
This pregnancy won't exactly ruin my life, it's not like I'm going to school right now for something major. I loved my job as an Ice Girl, which I will have to give up in a few months. I probably won't go back to that after I have the baby though. To me, family comes first, it always has. I won't deny this either, I have had a few little day-dreams about starting a family someday with Brandon, as weird as that may sound. Don't most girls have those day-dreams though? With their celebrity crushes and such? Yeah, so it's not that weird. All I can hope for is a good response from Brandon and I's families, along with Tyler and the rest of mine and Brandon's friends and team mates. This little baby already has such a big impact on both of our lives. Our little unplanned angel.

Notes

So, this is a shorter, filler sort of chapter. I had planned this one out, but I'm just too tired to finish it completely. I wanted/promised an update tonight and here it is! I'll post another chapter soon, and I promise it'll be it's full length, even longer since this one was rather small! At least, I feel like it's a smaller chapter. I hope it didn't suck too badly!
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