Never Let Me Go
Chapter 28
One Year Later.
Los Angeles, California.
"Harry, this is amazing! I'm so proud of you," I beam at my boyfriend and pull him towards me so I can give him a celebratory kiss.
"Thanks, Aubs. You know, I couldn't have done it without you," he reminds me and kisses me once more.
"I love you. Let's have fun tonight."
"I love you more."
The smile on my face had formed the moment we landed at LAX this morning, and I don't think it has faltered once. Tonight we were celebrating the release of Harry's very first album at his producer's mansion in West Hollywood. The house was full of people celebrating with us, and I couldn't be more proud of Harry.
Harry held his arm around my waist the whole night, but I didn't mind. I could tell he was a little nervous and anxious with all of the influential people of the music industry here, and I was glad I could be the one to support him. I also didn't know anyone here, so it saved me from having to make small talk with random strangers.
We chatted with several other producers from the area and even met some singers and songwriters as we sipped on expensive champagne. Everyone was having a great time, and I couldn't help but be grateful for how things had turned out in our lives.
The day after I had told Harry about my plans of moving to New York, I had broke the news to my parents. Of course, they were ecstatic and supported me, saying they'd love to have me there permanently. Although it was tough on Gran to be alone again in her house, I made the decision to pack up my things in London and move to New York the first day of January.
I applied to NYU the same day I'd made my decision, but one of my professors at Cambridge had a contact at the University, and pulled some strings for me to be admitted into the nursing program just in time for the spring semester. I couldn't have been luckier.
So come the first day of the semester, we were walking hand-in-hand on New York University's campus, and everything finally felt right.
As expected, I moved in with Harry in his apartment which was close to campus as well as my parent's condo, which made things very convenient I accompanied my mom to all of her doctor's appointments and chemo sessions, and it felt good to be there for her 100 percent this time. I could tell she appreciated having the support as well.
Harry worked hard on writing songs and laying down tracks at the label while I studied hard for my classes. Switching a major as a freshman isn't unheard of, but since nursing was never really on my radar, I had a lot of catching up to do. Harry and I quickly fell into a nice, easy routine, and the year flew by quicker than any other.
About two months ago, Universal Records decided Harry had enough songs that could be potential "money-makers" as they called them, and wanted to release his first album to the public. Harry had done a lot of press to get his name out to the world, and he actually gained quite the following in such short time.
During those two months, Harry was on cloud nine. He finally was counting down the days until releasing his very first album, something that he'd never dreamed of happening to him. I was just as happy joining him on the ride. I couldn't be more happier. Well, that's what I thought until a few weeks when I got a call from my mom saying her cancer was finally in remission once again.
Life couldn't get any better. I was sure of it.
So now, as Harry and I celebrated his anticipated album release in my home state, I felt like nothing could bring me down. And damn was that a good feeling.
Since we were back in Los Angeles, Harry and I were staying at my house. No one lived there, but my parents often visited it when they came back to California to see my grandma, so we kept it. It was weird going back there after so long, but it brought back a lot of good, and bad memories. As long as Harry was there with me though, I couldn't complain.
We got home around two in the morning after the party, but we weren't in the slightest bit tired. The label had treated us to a company car so we didn't have to drive, which meant Harry and I had a few glasses of champagne. I was surprised when we got home and Harry produced another bottle, insisting we continue the celebration here. Of course I couldn't turn him down.
So now, we sit together naked in the giant whirlpool tub in the master bathroom, sipping on champagne, while laughing and soaking up the blessings in our life.
"Will you go put on the black dress you brought?" Harry asks me quietly.
I turn in the soapy water to look at him. "You do know that it's four in the morning, right?" I giggle.
"Yeah, I want to see that dress on you," he says, a slight smile playing on his lips.
I can't tell if he's really being serious, but I'm so happy I don't even care. "All right," I shrug and get out of the tub. I towel myself off and pull my hair out of its high bun that I put it in so it wouldn't get wet. "Enjoying the show?" I tease and shake my ass as I exit the bathroom.
"You know it baby," Harry chuckles. As I make my way down the hall and into my room where our bags are, Harry yells, "Meet me in the basement in ten!"
I don't know what he's got planned, but I comply. I put on my short and tight black dress, and even put on the necklace Harry gave me for Christmas, along with the paper airplane pendant necklace he gave me awhile back. I take time to put on a little makeup, just for the hell of it, and then brush out my hair so it rests in waves down to my breasts. Not bad, Aubrey.
Suddenly, I hear music begin to play from downstairs, and decide that's my cue to join Harry. A quick glance at the clock on my way out of the room tells me it's four seventeen in the morning, but I couldn't be more awake.
I follow the music to the basement, where Harry had told me to meet him, and tears instantly well in my eyes when I round the corner and see him standing in the center of the room.
Candles surround him all over the floor and on almost every surface, and he stands there, in slacks and a white button up (something he must've changed into while I was upstairs) with his guitar over his shoulder and a nervous smile on his face.
My hand instantly covers my wide-open mouth, and I begin to say something, but he begins playing...
I remember trying not to stare
The night that I first met you
You had me mezmorized
And three weeks later
In the front porch light
Taking 45 minutes to kiss goodnight
I hadn't told you yet
I thought I loved you then
Now you're my whole life
Now you're my whole world
I just can't believe
The way I feel about you girl
Like a river meets the sea
Stronger than its ever been
We've come so far since that day
And I thought I loved you then
And now I'm taking you back
To right where I first met you
You are so surprised
It was four in the morning
But I didn't care
I'll get down on me knee right here...
Harry finished his own version of Brad Paisley's song Then before setting his guitar on the couch and dropping to his knee.
Oh fuck. Holy shit, is this really happening?!
The tears are freely flowing down my face, and I couldn't be more surprised or excited.
Harry holds out his hands and gestures for me to walk over to him. I oblige, with shaky legs, and take his hands for him to hold. "Aubrey... I love you more than I thought was possible to ever love anything, or anyone. But somehow, each day, I fall more and more in love with you. Every day you make me happy, and every day you challenge me to be the man you deserve to have in your life. I wanted to take you back here, and ask you in the spot that we met two and a half years ago, if you'll give me the chance to show you I will always be there for you, and I'll love you for the rest of my life. I want to wake up to you in my arms every morning, and I want to start a family with you. I want to grow old and gray with you, and love you for every second of my life."
Harry's words are choked up at the end, and he removes his own shaky hands from mine to pull a small black velvet box from his pocket. He opens it open to produce the most beautiful diamond ring I have ever laid my eyes on. "Aubrey Flynn... Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?"
My hands move to cover my face as I cry in complete and utter happiness. I never saw this coming, not today nor so soon, but I couldn't have picked a better way or time to ask. Harry continues to amaze me each and every day, and just like he said, I fall more and more in love with him every single day.
"Of course, Harry. Of course I'll marry you," I cry and throw my arms around his neck. He holds me tight to him until he pulls back just enough to kiss me deep and passionately. "I love you so much, Harry, thank you."
He smiles and kisses me one last time before grabbing my hand and sliding the ring onto my finger. Perfect fit. "It's beautiful. I can't believe this," I admit and take his face into my hands. "I'm the luckiest girl ever."
"I could say the same for myself," Harry says.
I giggle. "You are a pretty lucky girl," I tease.
"You know what I meant," he laughs. "Do you like it?" He asks, meaning the ring.
"I love it. It's perfect."
"I love you," he whispers meaningfully, telling me with not only his words, but his beautiful green eyes as he stares into my soul.
Then he picks me up, causing me to giggle in surprise, and brings me upstairs to the bedroom where we make love for the first time as an engaged couple.
Two weeks after Harry and I return to New York from California, we're both the happiest we've ever been. We're still happily engaged, Harry's album dropped and it's rapidly climbing the charts, and it's summertime in the Big Apple. Simply perfect.
We announce our engagement to everyone once we got back to New York, because that gave us two days of alone time in California to be young and fun. Everyone is elated for us, and the support is wonderful. We don't have any idea when or where we'll get married, but for now, being engaged is great. There's no stress, and we're soaking up the bliss of it all.
Since it's summer, Harry and I have no classes, but he's back recording and doing press today. While he's working, I decided to go get some errands done and be productive. There's something thrilling about going places wearing a ring on your ring finger. I just like people knowing I'm engaged to the most amazing man on the planet, and I couldn't be more happy.
Today, somehow I've been given another bit of good news sent my way, and I literally pinch myself to make sure my life is real. I can't wait to be the one to surprise Harry later tonight once he comes home.
Later that night, I'm eager as I make dinner for Harry and I. He finally comes home at six thirty, as happy as I am, and we eat dinner together and discuss his day of press. After dinner, I'm pacing in the kitchen as I debate whether I should tell him or not. To hell with it. I grab the cake I made for dessert and bring it to Harry, who's more than happy when he sees I've baked today.
"This is why we're getting married," Harry teases. "I love your red velvet cake."
I smile at him nervously and serve him a piece before grabbing the hard copy of his album from the mantle behind the dinner table.
"The actual CD for your album came in the mail today," I say and hand it to him. He smiles, takes it from me, then sets it aside so he can continue to eat. "Look inside, the design is pretty cool," I improvise.
He curiously opens the packaging and opens the CD case. An ultrasound picture is in the place of where the CD would be, and the words Congratulations, Daddy, are written across the top.
Harry stares at the picture for a good minute before I nudge his shoulder to get a reaction.
"What is this?" He asks, his eyes never moving from the picture.
"Your son or daughter," I whisper. Why am I suddenly afraid? Maybe because I thought by now we'd be jumping for joy and he'd be just as excited as I am.
When he doesn't say anything more, I continue, "I went to the doctor today... I'm pregnant Harry."
He looks at the damn ultrasound for another couple of minutes before looking at me, finally. "What are we going to do?" He asks seriously.
My eyebrows furrow together in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"We can't have a baby right now," he says like it's absolutely impossible for us to even think of having a child.
"Why not?" I ask, my voice small.
"Why not?" He counters, like the reason should be obvious to me. "Oh, I don't know Aubs. Maybe because we're both twenty years old, still in school, and my careers just getting started." I'm appalled at his anger, but I suppose I can see how it'd be a shock for him. Still, I'm upset that he's reacting this way. It sucks that I was so excited, and he's not.
"I know we're young, Harry, but we can do it. We have my parents here to help, and I know we can make it work."
"It doesn't just work like that, Aubrey! I'm supposed to be going on tour at the end of the year. How is that going to work? Huh? I can't just leave you here pregnant, and then let you live here on your own with a baby!"
Tour? This is news to me.
"Harry," I begin, but my emotions won't let me finish my thought. I'm so upset right now.
"We're not ready," he deadpans.
"You said you wanted a family with me," I say in disbelief.
"Not yet! Not when we're still in school, and when I'm not traveling to promote my album or going on tour!"
"We'll make it work!" I cry.
Harry shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair. "I think you should get an abortion."
I gape at him. I'm pretty sure he can even hear my intake of breath. "No! How could you even suggest that?"
"We don't want this right now, Aubrey."
"This? This is our baby, Harry! Of course I want it! There is no way I'm going to kill my baby just because we are young. I was happy, Harry, for your information! We love each other, and we can make it work."
"Adoption, then. We can't raise a baby right now, Aubrey. It's harder than you think."
"No!" I scream. "I'm not giving my baby up when we are fully capable of taking care of it! And you asshole, I know it's hard to raise a baby, you don't think I'm scared?"
"Calm down," he sighs. "Let's just get some sleep and talk about this tomorrow."
"No," I whisper.
"Yes, Aubrey. We're both tired, and one of us will say something we regret."
"I'm not changing my mind," I state before marching into our bedroom. I pack a duffel bag with some clothes and the bare essentials, put on a sweatshirt, and call my dad to come pick me up. I grab my bag and walk back through the apartment, past Harry to leave. I barely even hear him call my name to get me to stay.
Aubrey sits alone in the spare bedroom of her parent's condo, crying herself to sleep as she clutches her stomach, the one that holds her son or daughter. She knows abortion or adoption is not an option, and although she is heartbroken about her fiancé's (Or ex-fiance, she isn't so sure on where they stand) reaction, she knows that she will do whatever it takes to raise this baby. She knows it would be selfish to end her pregnancy or give the baby up when she has the financial backing and family support to raise a child. Of course, she'd rather have the father of her baby in the picture, but for some reason, the man who Aubrey once thought would be as happy as she was to start a family, cares more about his career than taking care of her and his child.
Aubrey is scared, and she's heartbroken, but she knows she has no fight in her. She's not going to waste her time convincing Harry to be happy when she knows she can't control his emotions. She needs to focus on herself and her child now. Aubrey loves Harry, and she'll always love him, and that makes it all the more difficult that he rejected their child so quickly.
But she knows life goes on. If Harry comes around, then maybe things will start to look more like the happily ever after she had imagined in her mind, but if he doesn't, she needs to remember that she has a family who will support her, and she needs to raise this precious baby. Even if she has to do it alone.
Aubrey had once heard the saying: "you're too young not to believe everything will be okay," and tonight, she chose to believe that things will be okay. God has helped her through every obstacle in her life, and he'll guide her through this one, too.
Los Angeles, California.
"Harry, this is amazing! I'm so proud of you," I beam at my boyfriend and pull him towards me so I can give him a celebratory kiss.
"Thanks, Aubs. You know, I couldn't have done it without you," he reminds me and kisses me once more.
"I love you. Let's have fun tonight."
"I love you more."
The smile on my face had formed the moment we landed at LAX this morning, and I don't think it has faltered once. Tonight we were celebrating the release of Harry's very first album at his producer's mansion in West Hollywood. The house was full of people celebrating with us, and I couldn't be more proud of Harry.
Harry held his arm around my waist the whole night, but I didn't mind. I could tell he was a little nervous and anxious with all of the influential people of the music industry here, and I was glad I could be the one to support him. I also didn't know anyone here, so it saved me from having to make small talk with random strangers.
We chatted with several other producers from the area and even met some singers and songwriters as we sipped on expensive champagne. Everyone was having a great time, and I couldn't help but be grateful for how things had turned out in our lives.
The day after I had told Harry about my plans of moving to New York, I had broke the news to my parents. Of course, they were ecstatic and supported me, saying they'd love to have me there permanently. Although it was tough on Gran to be alone again in her house, I made the decision to pack up my things in London and move to New York the first day of January.
I applied to NYU the same day I'd made my decision, but one of my professors at Cambridge had a contact at the University, and pulled some strings for me to be admitted into the nursing program just in time for the spring semester. I couldn't have been luckier.
So come the first day of the semester, we were walking hand-in-hand on New York University's campus, and everything finally felt right.
As expected, I moved in with Harry in his apartment which was close to campus as well as my parent's condo, which made things very convenient I accompanied my mom to all of her doctor's appointments and chemo sessions, and it felt good to be there for her 100 percent this time. I could tell she appreciated having the support as well.
Harry worked hard on writing songs and laying down tracks at the label while I studied hard for my classes. Switching a major as a freshman isn't unheard of, but since nursing was never really on my radar, I had a lot of catching up to do. Harry and I quickly fell into a nice, easy routine, and the year flew by quicker than any other.
About two months ago, Universal Records decided Harry had enough songs that could be potential "money-makers" as they called them, and wanted to release his first album to the public. Harry had done a lot of press to get his name out to the world, and he actually gained quite the following in such short time.
During those two months, Harry was on cloud nine. He finally was counting down the days until releasing his very first album, something that he'd never dreamed of happening to him. I was just as happy joining him on the ride. I couldn't be more happier. Well, that's what I thought until a few weeks when I got a call from my mom saying her cancer was finally in remission once again.
Life couldn't get any better. I was sure of it.
So now, as Harry and I celebrated his anticipated album release in my home state, I felt like nothing could bring me down. And damn was that a good feeling.
Since we were back in Los Angeles, Harry and I were staying at my house. No one lived there, but my parents often visited it when they came back to California to see my grandma, so we kept it. It was weird going back there after so long, but it brought back a lot of good, and bad memories. As long as Harry was there with me though, I couldn't complain.
We got home around two in the morning after the party, but we weren't in the slightest bit tired. The label had treated us to a company car so we didn't have to drive, which meant Harry and I had a few glasses of champagne. I was surprised when we got home and Harry produced another bottle, insisting we continue the celebration here. Of course I couldn't turn him down.
So now, we sit together naked in the giant whirlpool tub in the master bathroom, sipping on champagne, while laughing and soaking up the blessings in our life.
"Will you go put on the black dress you brought?" Harry asks me quietly.
I turn in the soapy water to look at him. "You do know that it's four in the morning, right?" I giggle.
"Yeah, I want to see that dress on you," he says, a slight smile playing on his lips.
I can't tell if he's really being serious, but I'm so happy I don't even care. "All right," I shrug and get out of the tub. I towel myself off and pull my hair out of its high bun that I put it in so it wouldn't get wet. "Enjoying the show?" I tease and shake my ass as I exit the bathroom.
"You know it baby," Harry chuckles. As I make my way down the hall and into my room where our bags are, Harry yells, "Meet me in the basement in ten!"
I don't know what he's got planned, but I comply. I put on my short and tight black dress, and even put on the necklace Harry gave me for Christmas, along with the paper airplane pendant necklace he gave me awhile back. I take time to put on a little makeup, just for the hell of it, and then brush out my hair so it rests in waves down to my breasts. Not bad, Aubrey.
Suddenly, I hear music begin to play from downstairs, and decide that's my cue to join Harry. A quick glance at the clock on my way out of the room tells me it's four seventeen in the morning, but I couldn't be more awake.
I follow the music to the basement, where Harry had told me to meet him, and tears instantly well in my eyes when I round the corner and see him standing in the center of the room.
Candles surround him all over the floor and on almost every surface, and he stands there, in slacks and a white button up (something he must've changed into while I was upstairs) with his guitar over his shoulder and a nervous smile on his face.
My hand instantly covers my wide-open mouth, and I begin to say something, but he begins playing...
I remember trying not to stare
The night that I first met you
You had me mezmorized
And three weeks later
In the front porch light
Taking 45 minutes to kiss goodnight
I hadn't told you yet
I thought I loved you then
Now you're my whole life
Now you're my whole world
I just can't believe
The way I feel about you girl
Like a river meets the sea
Stronger than its ever been
We've come so far since that day
And I thought I loved you then
And now I'm taking you back
To right where I first met you
You are so surprised
It was four in the morning
But I didn't care
I'll get down on me knee right here...
Harry finished his own version of Brad Paisley's song Then before setting his guitar on the couch and dropping to his knee.
Oh fuck. Holy shit, is this really happening?!
The tears are freely flowing down my face, and I couldn't be more surprised or excited.
Harry holds out his hands and gestures for me to walk over to him. I oblige, with shaky legs, and take his hands for him to hold. "Aubrey... I love you more than I thought was possible to ever love anything, or anyone. But somehow, each day, I fall more and more in love with you. Every day you make me happy, and every day you challenge me to be the man you deserve to have in your life. I wanted to take you back here, and ask you in the spot that we met two and a half years ago, if you'll give me the chance to show you I will always be there for you, and I'll love you for the rest of my life. I want to wake up to you in my arms every morning, and I want to start a family with you. I want to grow old and gray with you, and love you for every second of my life."
Harry's words are choked up at the end, and he removes his own shaky hands from mine to pull a small black velvet box from his pocket. He opens it open to produce the most beautiful diamond ring I have ever laid my eyes on. "Aubrey Flynn... Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?"
My hands move to cover my face as I cry in complete and utter happiness. I never saw this coming, not today nor so soon, but I couldn't have picked a better way or time to ask. Harry continues to amaze me each and every day, and just like he said, I fall more and more in love with him every single day.
"Of course, Harry. Of course I'll marry you," I cry and throw my arms around his neck. He holds me tight to him until he pulls back just enough to kiss me deep and passionately. "I love you so much, Harry, thank you."
He smiles and kisses me one last time before grabbing my hand and sliding the ring onto my finger. Perfect fit. "It's beautiful. I can't believe this," I admit and take his face into my hands. "I'm the luckiest girl ever."
"I could say the same for myself," Harry says.
I giggle. "You are a pretty lucky girl," I tease.
"You know what I meant," he laughs. "Do you like it?" He asks, meaning the ring.
"I love it. It's perfect."
"I love you," he whispers meaningfully, telling me with not only his words, but his beautiful green eyes as he stares into my soul.
Then he picks me up, causing me to giggle in surprise, and brings me upstairs to the bedroom where we make love for the first time as an engaged couple.
Two weeks after Harry and I return to New York from California, we're both the happiest we've ever been. We're still happily engaged, Harry's album dropped and it's rapidly climbing the charts, and it's summertime in the Big Apple. Simply perfect.
We announce our engagement to everyone once we got back to New York, because that gave us two days of alone time in California to be young and fun. Everyone is elated for us, and the support is wonderful. We don't have any idea when or where we'll get married, but for now, being engaged is great. There's no stress, and we're soaking up the bliss of it all.
Since it's summer, Harry and I have no classes, but he's back recording and doing press today. While he's working, I decided to go get some errands done and be productive. There's something thrilling about going places wearing a ring on your ring finger. I just like people knowing I'm engaged to the most amazing man on the planet, and I couldn't be more happy.
Today, somehow I've been given another bit of good news sent my way, and I literally pinch myself to make sure my life is real. I can't wait to be the one to surprise Harry later tonight once he comes home.
Later that night, I'm eager as I make dinner for Harry and I. He finally comes home at six thirty, as happy as I am, and we eat dinner together and discuss his day of press. After dinner, I'm pacing in the kitchen as I debate whether I should tell him or not. To hell with it. I grab the cake I made for dessert and bring it to Harry, who's more than happy when he sees I've baked today.
"This is why we're getting married," Harry teases. "I love your red velvet cake."
I smile at him nervously and serve him a piece before grabbing the hard copy of his album from the mantle behind the dinner table.
"The actual CD for your album came in the mail today," I say and hand it to him. He smiles, takes it from me, then sets it aside so he can continue to eat. "Look inside, the design is pretty cool," I improvise.
He curiously opens the packaging and opens the CD case. An ultrasound picture is in the place of where the CD would be, and the words Congratulations, Daddy, are written across the top.
Harry stares at the picture for a good minute before I nudge his shoulder to get a reaction.
"What is this?" He asks, his eyes never moving from the picture.
"Your son or daughter," I whisper. Why am I suddenly afraid? Maybe because I thought by now we'd be jumping for joy and he'd be just as excited as I am.
When he doesn't say anything more, I continue, "I went to the doctor today... I'm pregnant Harry."
He looks at the damn ultrasound for another couple of minutes before looking at me, finally. "What are we going to do?" He asks seriously.
My eyebrows furrow together in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"We can't have a baby right now," he says like it's absolutely impossible for us to even think of having a child.
"Why not?" I ask, my voice small.
"Why not?" He counters, like the reason should be obvious to me. "Oh, I don't know Aubs. Maybe because we're both twenty years old, still in school, and my careers just getting started." I'm appalled at his anger, but I suppose I can see how it'd be a shock for him. Still, I'm upset that he's reacting this way. It sucks that I was so excited, and he's not.
"I know we're young, Harry, but we can do it. We have my parents here to help, and I know we can make it work."
"It doesn't just work like that, Aubrey! I'm supposed to be going on tour at the end of the year. How is that going to work? Huh? I can't just leave you here pregnant, and then let you live here on your own with a baby!"
Tour? This is news to me.
"Harry," I begin, but my emotions won't let me finish my thought. I'm so upset right now.
"We're not ready," he deadpans.
"You said you wanted a family with me," I say in disbelief.
"Not yet! Not when we're still in school, and when I'm not traveling to promote my album or going on tour!"
"We'll make it work!" I cry.
Harry shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair. "I think you should get an abortion."
I gape at him. I'm pretty sure he can even hear my intake of breath. "No! How could you even suggest that?"
"We don't want this right now, Aubrey."
"This? This is our baby, Harry! Of course I want it! There is no way I'm going to kill my baby just because we are young. I was happy, Harry, for your information! We love each other, and we can make it work."
"Adoption, then. We can't raise a baby right now, Aubrey. It's harder than you think."
"No!" I scream. "I'm not giving my baby up when we are fully capable of taking care of it! And you asshole, I know it's hard to raise a baby, you don't think I'm scared?"
"Calm down," he sighs. "Let's just get some sleep and talk about this tomorrow."
"No," I whisper.
"Yes, Aubrey. We're both tired, and one of us will say something we regret."
"I'm not changing my mind," I state before marching into our bedroom. I pack a duffel bag with some clothes and the bare essentials, put on a sweatshirt, and call my dad to come pick me up. I grab my bag and walk back through the apartment, past Harry to leave. I barely even hear him call my name to get me to stay.
Aubrey sits alone in the spare bedroom of her parent's condo, crying herself to sleep as she clutches her stomach, the one that holds her son or daughter. She knows abortion or adoption is not an option, and although she is heartbroken about her fiancé's (Or ex-fiance, she isn't so sure on where they stand) reaction, she knows that she will do whatever it takes to raise this baby. She knows it would be selfish to end her pregnancy or give the baby up when she has the financial backing and family support to raise a child. Of course, she'd rather have the father of her baby in the picture, but for some reason, the man who Aubrey once thought would be as happy as she was to start a family, cares more about his career than taking care of her and his child.
Aubrey is scared, and she's heartbroken, but she knows she has no fight in her. She's not going to waste her time convincing Harry to be happy when she knows she can't control his emotions. She needs to focus on herself and her child now. Aubrey loves Harry, and she'll always love him, and that makes it all the more difficult that he rejected their child so quickly.
But she knows life goes on. If Harry comes around, then maybe things will start to look more like the happily ever after she had imagined in her mind, but if he doesn't, she needs to remember that she has a family who will support her, and she needs to raise this precious baby. Even if she has to do it alone.
Aubrey had once heard the saying: "you're too young not to believe everything will be okay," and tonight, she chose to believe that things will be okay. God has helped her through every obstacle in her life, and he'll guide her through this one, too.
Notes
So this is the last chapter... :/ I will have the epilogue up either tomorrow or Thursday, however, so don't unsubscribe!
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