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‘ do you… do you remember what we did, jeremy? ’  so many words, so many explanations are bubbling up in her throat, but she’s afraid if she says it out loud, actually says we hunted werewolves, that all the progress they’ve made in the last few minutes would disappear. because who in their right mind would believe that werewolves, and vampires, and witches, and doppelgängers are actually real? and she wants to ease his worry for chris, tell him that their son is being guarded by a werewolf, and a banshee, and a whole league of hunters. not to mention that the beacon hills pack would be on their way any time now. but — if he doesn’t remember, he might not find that as comforting as she hopes. 

but, there is something she can say. her hand finds the barely-there bump of her stomach.  ‘ i don’t know why you went out there, i can’t answer that for you. but i might know why you didn’t bring me. i almost died, once. i did die, technically, for two minutes or so. and i left you behind that day, and i know you’ve tortured yourself ever since, wondering if you could have stopped what happened. and… i’m … we’re … i’m pregnant. so you, in all of your wonderful and sometimes infuriating over protectiveness, would not have risked my life, the life of the mother of your son, and this new baby’s life. that’s why i think you left me behind. ’  eyes falling, she lifts the baggy top to reveal her baby bump, and, above it, in almost the same spot as his bullet wound scar, was the scar from where she’d been stabbed. 

she shakes her head, and she wants to kiss him. she wants him to know that she’s there. she’s there, with him. but she doesn’t want to scare him away. so she just looks at him, exasperated, tired, but still gentle and loving.  ‘ it isn’t for nothing. it won’t be. i promise you, jeremy. chris is safe. that little boy is so loved, and treasured, he has only the best protecting him. he’s safe. and i’m here, with you. we’re together. which has always been my favourite place to be. ’  she bites down on her bottom lip.  ‘ we’re gonna figure this out, and whoever the hell did this, if they’re still alive, they won’t be for long. ’

There’s a gravity to her words that he can’t quite place, like there’s a question behind the question she’s took afraid to ask. Confusion and concern play on his on his face, and his gut screams at him to push the subject, but fear holds him back. All this time, he had assumed that he had gotten into trouble, and that’s what kept them apart, but the male was now realizing that he could be operating under a false presumption. Who the hell were they- not just to each other, but to the world?

“It’s foggy,” he mumbles, shaking his head unsure. “The stuff in my head, it doesn’t make sense. It feels all out of order, but I don’t know the right way…. ” his voice trails off, as her subtle movement catches his eyes.

His gaze burns instantly. There’s enough instinct left in him to recognize the significance. Mouth agape, his heart races as her words swirl around his consciousness. The emotion running through his body is enough to bring a man to his knees- but it’s only when the mark of tragedy so close to where their child was forming inside her is revealed that he finally kneels before her, sitting back on his heels in awe.

Death and life, so closely intertwine, the desire to take her into his arms and shield her from the world boils under the surface of his skin. “Our baby,” he whispers reverently. An unsteady hand stretches out and lovingly traces the marred skin of her past injury before expanding fully over the tiny bump protecting the most precious cargo. Creases around his eyes echo a familiar smile as he looks up at her. “You were so nervous to tell me you could be pregnant again… but all I’ve ever wanted is to be a dad to your kids, Allie.”

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