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Lovina flipped through the book of baby names idly, her eyes reading every word printed on the page but her mind processing none of it. She glanced up at the clock placed on the wall over her dresser.


Antonio had promised he would be here ten minutes ago to give her a ride to her doctor's appointment. It was fine, there was still plenty of time. But she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It wasn't like Antonio to be this late and not give her some kind of notification – he may have been absentminded, but he wasn't negligent.

She turned her eyes back down towards the book on her lap, a concerned frown crossing her features. Her green eyes scanned more of the page.

Almost as if reading her thoughts, her phone buzzed three times to signal a text message. The brunette's eyes snapped up from the page, and she scrambled for the phone on the other side of the bed. Leaning across the mattress in an awkward position with the book still across her lap, she read the words displayed on the screen.

"Something came up. Cant make it to your house. Super sorry will try to make it up to you."

From Antonio's number. Lovina's stomach dropped. Her first reaction was anger – where was he then? With Gilbert and Francis? Typical. Why should she be able to count on him? It's not like this was important or anything. Just an appointment. For his unborn child. For their unborn child.

She dropped the phone, her hands curling into fists as she sat upright. She wanted to scream. She wanted to dial his number and yell into the phone and make him realize how important this was. She wanted to show him just how angry she was.

What she did instead surprised her.

She choked, letting out a short, strangled sob. She bit her lip while her eyes filled with tears, on the edge of spilling over onto her cheek.

She wasn't angry. She was hurt.

Lovina stared up at the clock above her dresser again, blinking away the excess moisture until her vision cleared again. 12:17. Her appointment was scheduled at exactly 12:45. If she hurried, she could still make it. A newfound determination flooded through her. It was a long walk, sure, but it wasn't impossible.

Throwing the book off her lap, she got up and snatched the phone off it's spot on her bed. She stomped over to where her jacket was thrown haphazardly over her computer chair, shrugged it on, and quickly slipped on her tennis shoes. Grabbing a hair-tie on her way out of the bedroom, she threw her hair up in a sloppy ponytail as she marched down the stairs to the living room door.


She froze.

Of course. It was just her luck that her grandpa would be awake and in the living room on the one day she really needed to be going. She kept her eyes focused on the door, not giving him the satisfaction of her full attention. Finally, she pursed her lips and continued out the door.

"Lovina, wait-"

The teenage girl slammed the door shut with her foot, refusing to look behind her. She marched forward, silently, her eyes narrowed. She had gotten about 15 feet from the house before she realized she was way under-dressed for the cool fall air. Her light jacket did little to protect her from the October wind, and her blue tank-top wasn't contributing much, if anything at all.

Her lip quivered. She swallowed, blinking back tears again at the thought of Antonio. It was just hormones. There's no point getting upset. Well, really, there was every reason to be upset but she could focus on that later, she just needed to get to the clinic first...

She hit the end of the street and her resolve shattered, emotions finally winning over her determination as tears spilled down her cheeks. She brought her hand up to wipe away the wetness, finally pausing in her path. She sniffled a few times, feeling nothing but self-pity. Stupid, shitty self-pity.

"Hey, Lovina. Jump in here, you can't just walk to that appointment."

The brunette's head jerked to the right to stare at the person in the car next to her. She growled at the site of her grandfather, clenching her teeth.

"Over my d-dead body." she managed to choke out, her voice quivering. He frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but she stomped forward before he could get a single word out.

"Lovina! Wait!" he said, speeding up a bit. She didn't even give him a sideways glance. He sighed.

"Just- Jesus, Lovina. You're going to kill yourself out here with that flimsy jacket, just get in here." he shouted through the open window. Still no response from the pregnant teen, though she did sniff. He leaned farther out the window.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about whatever I did, even though I'm not sure what I did or what I'm even apologizing for-"

That earned a response from Lovina. She finally stopped walking to turn and give him a dark glare. He swallowed.

"That was probably a terrible apology. I don't really make many of those, give me a break." he said, cracking a grin at her. She shook her head at him, turning back towards the sidewalk.

"Wait! You'll get sick if you stay out there much longer. It's not that warm, especially not with what you're wearing." he spoke quickly, watching her carefully for any sort of reaction. "You'll hurt the baby."

She froze. Turning towards him once again, she sneered. "Since when do you care?"

He winced at the pure venom in her words. "I care. So get in here."

Lovina glared at him again, but didn't move. They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither of them saying anything. Finally, Lovina's shoulders sagged. She walked around to the other side of the vehicle, and climbed in silently. Her grandfather looked relieved.

"I still don't know why you're mad at me. Was it something I said? How could it be something I said though? You haven't talked to me in a month." he babbled, trying to start up some conversation. Lovina stared out the window.

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"W-well, you know. This isn't the first situation I've been in like this. Oh, wait, that came out wrong, don't give me that look."

Lovina stared at him in surprise, wondering just what the hell he was rambling on about. He grimaced.

"Your mother. She was only 16 when she had you two, you know. I know you don't remember her, and it's probably better that way."

Lovina gaped at him. He never talked about her and Feliciana's mother. Not even when directly asked. After a while, Lovina just gave up. Who gave a fuck about someone who handed them over to their grandpa anyway? She obviously didn't want them. Lovina could take a hint.

But Feliciana, on the other hand, had a different view. She did everything she could to figure out who their mother was, to find out more about her. She would try and piece together any information their grandfather would drop about her – name, hair color, anything. Even after countless Google searches, she came up with nothing every time. She needed more information, and it wasn't information their grandfather was willing to give out.

"She was 16, and she handed you two over to me while she was still in the hospital. It was me or risking the possibility of you two getting split up by the adoption agency. She went off to Italy some time after that, and I haven't heard from her since." he continued, gripping the steering wheel harshly. His lips were pressed into a straight line, and for once Lovina was at a loss for words. She had always figured her mother was a piece of shit, but she would have never guessed that her grandfather had taken custody of them for their own good. She stayed silent, staring at him.

"Anyway! Here we are. Okay, now you will call me when you need a ride back, right?" he asked, looking concerned. She nodded quickly and jumped out of the car, eager to get away.

The ride back home was tense, to say the least, but at least Lovina was talking now. She said a few words on what Bella had told her – about how the baby was growing nails now, and how it was about the length of her pinky finger.

12 weeks. There had been something growing inside of her for 12 weeks now.

But she didn't have much time to reflect on everything that Bella had told her. It had only been about 10 minutes after she got home that someone tapped on her window, startling her.

Lovina's first instinct was to look up and scream at someone staring at her from her window. She clapped her mouth over her hand when she realized it was Antonio, and then scowled. She may have been more emotionally stable than she was earlier, but she still hadn't forgotten the text message. She briefly considered opening the window just enough to let his head poke through and then slamming it shut, before deciding against it. She slid the window open to glare at him, gritting her teeth.


Antonio smiled sheepishly at her, raising his hand up for a second before wobbling and clamping his hand back down to balance himself again.

That's when she realized he was sitting on a tree branch. She raised her eyebrows, snorting in disdain.

"You are so fucking stupid. Did you really just climb a tree to get to my window? We have a front fucking door, it's not like it's midnight and you can't come in." she said, rolling her eyes. He frowned.

"But, ah, I really need to talk to you. Alone. And to make sure nobody else is listening-"

"We could have gone out to your truck or something!" she shouted, her patience wearing thin. He winced at her yell, hoping it wasn't too loud.

"But it's down the street. A-Anyway, I just really wanted to apologize about not being able to take you to the appointment." he said, really looking sincere. She shook her head.

"Why the fuck is it down there? Whatever, I don't even want to know." she pursed her lips. "Your way of apologizing is to climb the tree outside my god-damned window and scare the fuck out of me? You're shit at apologizes then. Where the hell were you, with Francis and Gilbert?" the words were spitting out of her mouth faster than she could take them back, even if she had wanted to. Antonio shook his head.

"That's what we need to talk about, amor." he lifted a shaky hand towards her to be let in. She rolled her eyes one more time before grabbing it and pulling him in.

He seemed relieved to be inside her bedroom, and she suddenly realized that he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Idiot.

"So what's your excuse?" she asked, although the tone of voice she said it in didn't make it sound like a question at all. Antonio shifted his weight, looking like a little kid being interrogated by a parent.

"I got into a fight with my mom and dad." he explained. Lovina didn't look convinced.

"You couldn't just leave anyway? You have a car. This appointment was important." she crossed her arms in front of her. Antonio frowned.

"Lovi, they kicked me out. I can't go back there." he said, staring directly at her. Her eyes widened, but before she could say anything he continued.

"They found out you were pregnant. I'm pretty sure I know who told them too – but that doesn't matter, there's nothing that can be done. When I wouldn't deny it being my baby they told me to get out and not come back. Lovi, you know how they are. I didn't tell them because I knew this would happen..." he took a step towards her, reaching out his hand to grab her shoulder. She backed away, wide-eyed.

"So where the hell are you going to live?"

He swallowed. "Well, that was part of the predicament. I can't go over to Gilbert's because I highly doubt Ludwig will be very pleased to have me living there. I could go over and live and Francis', but-"

"No." Lovina immediately interrupted him. She definitely wasn't sending her boyfriend off to live with that pervert. He sighed.

"I knew you wouldn't like that arrangement. So the only person that leaves... Is, well, you." he said, smiling sheepishly again. She swore, some day she was just going to knock that look right off his face.

"So, what, you want me to just ask my grandpa if you can live here?" she asked in disbelief. He bit his lip.

"Well, I can always go stay with Francis..." he started, but quickly trailed off at the site of her glare.

"... Fuck." the brunette swore under her breath. "Fine. Just wait here then – actually, no, you come down here with me. You can explain the fucking situation to him because I'm not in the best mood and will probably make you sound like the moron you are."

He gave her a hopeful grin, and she rolled her eyes. Following Lovina out the door, Antonio held his breath as they headed towards the living room.

Will be rewriting all those old chapters because my writing wasn't very good. Although I think my characterization might have been better? Ah... Also super sorry this is so short, it seemed a lot longer in OpenOffice.

Sorry, I don't really know how to write Rome. I hope I did an okay job u_u

Thanks for reading!