Geez guys! Sorry for the late update and before you want to kill me, I just wanted to say that time's like gotten the best of me. I started school on August 1st, and i've been really busy.
Before then, I've been doing things left and right, and at one point I almost forgot about this story so yeah, apologies..
Anyways..
Here we go.

I wake up the next morning, rolled up in a ball on the couch.
Fabian's on the other side of the couch, his legs dangling from the arm of the couch, snoring softly.
"Fabian..." I say, tapping his head.
"What?" he mumbles, his eyes still shut.
"Morning..." I reply softly, standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
"Morning, what time is it?" he asks, sitting up and stretching.
"About 11."
"Oh..wait... What day is it?"
"Thursday."
"I'm late for work." he whispers.
"Well just take a day off... You need one anyways."
And I'm not lying, he has a virtually perfect attendance when it came to work, one day off wouldn't hurt.
"What are we going to do today then?"
"I don't know." i mumble taking a spoonful of cereal and sticking it my mouth. "Get dressed." I say walking into our room and quickly finding an outfit to wear.
I get into the bathroom, undress, and take a shower.
"Nina.. How long are going to be in there?" Fabian calls after 20 minutes.
"However long it takes I'm guessing.."
"Ok.." Fabian says, annoyance clearly ringing in his voice.
And that's what it was like every morning.
We both took fairly long showers, so whoever got in first, was the lucky one.
I step out and wrap a towel around my body before starting to brush my wet, tangled hair.
The minute I unlock the door, Fabian comes in, and starts to strip down as if he doesn't see me in the bathroom.
"Excuse me?" I ask, tapping his now bare shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Can you at least wait till I get out of the bathroom?" a light blush rushing towards my cheeks
"Sorry-
"No it's fine." I say walking out.
I continued to get dressed, and by the time I'm finished, Fabian's just getting out of the shower.
"Hurry up and get dressed, I have to show you something," I say walking out of the room.
I grab and granola bar and pour me a glass of milk.
I still can't believe I'm going to be eating for two now... If anything, it's weird.
I put my hair in a pony tail and begin to nibble on my granola bar, not really having an appetite.
"Ready?" Fabian says, walking out of the room. He has a simple black t-shirt and a pair faded jeans on.
"Yeah," I say walking out the door.
We walk the small distance to the parking lot and I slip into the drivers seat while he sits in the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"You'll see.." I say softly.
I start up the car and pull out the driveway, and start heading down the road.
I haven't noticed it before, but I make situations very awkward, this car ride for example.
Fabian tries countless times to at least start a conversation, and every time I shrug or give a quick one word answer, making him go quiet again.
And it's not that i'm trying to be distant, I just have a lot of stuff on my mind.
I can tell Fabian notices i'm driving towards when he starts humming On the Beach by the 69ers, making me smile. I pull up to an abandoned hill that overlooked the ocean, and turn off the ignition.
I used to come here all the time when I needed to think, or study, or just get away from the world.
And seeing that right now, me and Fabian are taking what appears to be a huge step in our lives, I feel like this is the one place where we can let it all go.
"How do you know this place?" Fabian speaks up.
"What?" I ask, a little confused.
"I come here... A lot. I thought I only knew of this place." Fabian smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Who would've thought?" you laughed sitting down, patting my hand on the sand next to me. "Come sit."
Fabian sits down next to me, and takes my hand into his. I lay my head down on his shoulder, absentmindedly biting my lower lip.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"I don't really know," I start. "It's just-
"We're ready." Fabian interrupts.
I look up at him doubtfully, and he shifts so he's now facing me.
"Nina, I swear we can do this. We can do this because.. you're going to be a wonderful mother. You're sweet, thoughtful, nice, beautiful.."
"Go on," I joked.
"And you're amazing."
"But.. We're not even married."
"We'll just have to change that then."
"Really?" I ask.
"Really... That is, if you want to marry me."
"Of course I do."
"Then it's settled, we're getting married..."

Ok guys, I have a major question.
Should they
A) Get married before they have the kid.
or..
B) have the kid then get married.
Tell me in the reviews!
43 reviews please! X
Bye~