Cross Me ⌁ D. O'Brien [2]

➳ 07

"DYLAN? Are you here?"

"Yeah," he sighed from Anastasia's bedroom, "I'm here."

Anastasia reluctantly walked to her bedroom across her house. She stopped a few feet before the door frame, closing her eyes and wiping the tears from her eyes. She slowly entered her bedroom, finding Dylan sitting on the bed with his elbows resting on his knees, and his finger nails in his mouth. His nervous eyes met Anastasia's red and puffy one's, and sat up straight while sighing.

"You wanted to talk?" He questioned.

"Yeah," she said softly, "I take it you've read the article."

"Yeah, I did," he said, "Is it true? Are you pregnant?"

Anastasia sighed and nodded, "Yeah. I am."

"Is it Parker's?" He asked.

"No, of course not," she said, "It's yours."

Dylan let out sigh of relief. His hands covered his face as he let out a happy laugh. He stood up walking to Anastasia, and pulling her into a tight embrace. She let out a sigh, followed by a silent sob.

"Hey, hey. Why are you crying?" He asked, pulling away and cupping her face.

"I was so scared. I was terrified you wouldn't believe me or want this baby. I was scared you would leave." She cried.

"Don't ever think that. I love you. I would never leave you. I will always believe you over some ignorant writer," Dylan said, "But I never want you to think I would leave you. I'm here, and I'm staying. I'm not going anywhere."

"So you're not mad? You're not angry that I'm pregnant?" She asked.

"Of course not. You are not at fault. This baby, is going to be everything," he said, "I love you."

"And I love you," she said, hugging him.

"Oh my god," Dylan said, "I'm going to be a dad."

"And I'm going to be a mom." Anastasia said.

"You're gonna be a great mom ."