Hey, so I just wanted to write a fanfiction about Britany and Alex's life. I wanted to use the same family, because simply I have fallen in love with the family I have written. (sorry if that sounds self centered) I hope you guys love reading this story. This chapter isn't betaed. I didn't want to wait to get this proofread, if it wasn't going to be a hit. If I get reviews I know that you guys appricate it and I'll surly write more. Don't worry more is coming from Cruz and Lia in my other story =).


Years ago if you would have told me that I wouldn't be in The Latino Blood until I died, I would have called you crazy. If you would've told me that I would graduate high school, then college, and eventually grad school, I would've called you a liar. If you told me that I would marry a white girl from the north side, I would call you loco, and if you told me that I would go on to find a cure that people have been searching for, for a long time, I would've told you that you were full of it. Lastly, if you told me that I would become a father to four beautiful children, I would've asked if they were illegitimate.

Throughout high school, I was on the wrong path. I was in a gang, which eventually killed my best friend. Seeing Paco die made me open my eyes. I moved to Mexico with mi madre y hermonos, in order to get away from the rage of the LB. I came back in order to get out of The Blood. Once I did, I decided that there was more to my life.

I had lost Brittany the same night I lost Paco. She was still alive, but I told her to get out of my life. I'd realized I wanted to be in her life forever, as soon as she walked out. I knew I had to get her back. So I applied to University of Colorado and got accepted. I won Brit back and promised her I would be with her forever. Now here I was at my wedding reception, dancing with the love of my life.

"I can't believe we're married," Brittany whispered in my ear as we danced our first dance, our family and friends watching us.

"Better believe it, Mamacita. You're stuck with me now," I whispered back.

She chuckled against my neck and tingles shot down my spine. I put my cheek on the top of her head and drew her closer to me.

"Te quiero," I mumbled.

"I love you too," She said as the first song ended.

We danced a few more songs. More couples joined us on the dance floor, including my brother, Carlos, and his girlfriend Kiara. Carlos had been deployed for nine months to the middle east. He's been away from Kiara for the whole time and couldn't keep his hands off her.

"Keep it in your pants," My youngest brother, Luis, told him as he walked by dragging a girl by the hand.

"Cierra la boca, Luis," Carlos hissed at him.

"Both of you shut your mouths," I told both of them.

They rolled their eyes and went back to dancing with their chicas.

The song changed to a fast song and I wrapped my arms around Brittany's waist, and we swayed to the beat as one. We were one on the dance floor and we were going to be one for the rest of our lives.

We went to Cancun on our honeymoon. It was Brit's idea to go to Mexico. She wanted to see where the Fuentes' came from. We didn't come from Cancun, but this way we could stay in a nice place and I could also show her the way my family lived.

The plan was to stay in Cancun for two weeks. As soon as we touched down at the Cancun airport we caught a cab. The streets of Cancun were kind of scary even I would fear for my life if I took a wrong turn. I could tell Brit was trying to put on a brave face, but she was clutching my hand pretty tightly.

"How about we stay on the resort," I asked her.

She looked at me, her blue eyes full of relief, "only if you want to."

I chuckled, "I think we'll have more fun on the resort."

"Is this how your parents grew up? Is this what it was like when you moved back here?" She asked.

I shook my head, "No, not really. We lived in a quieter city."

She nodded and inched even closer to me, "You're gonna protect me, right?"

I chuckled, "Mamacita, why do you think I married you?"

We were five days into our vacation when Brit started getting sick. She was too tired to do anything and I swear she popped way to many Advil.

I laid down next to her on the bed and asked, "You okay?"

She folded her arm over her eyes, "I'm sorry, Alex. I think I'm getting my period. I mean I was supposed to get it two weeks ago."

I played with her hair, "Tell me what hurts?"

"My head, my back, and my boobs."

I grinned at her, "You want a massage?"

She chuckled and turned so that we were facing each other, "I'm sorry, I ruined our honeymoon."

I mumbled in her ear, "Nah, you could never do that."

She buried her head in my chest, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I whispered to her as her breathing got slower.

She was fast asleep when I lifted the covers up and placed them over our entangled bodies. I sat and listened to her easy breathing for awhile, before drifting off into a deep sleep myself.

"Hey," I greeted Brittany as she woke up the next morning.

She smiled, but then her smile twisted into a grimace. Flinging the covers off, she got to her feet and dashed for the bathroom.

I got to my feet too, "Brit?"

She dropped down in front of the toilet and vomited violently. I collected her hair in my fingers and held it back from her face.

While I sat there and rubbed her back, something clicked in my head. I knew that this wasn't PMS. I knew there was a reason why she wasn't getting her period.

After a few minutes of hurling Brit wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet. "You okay?" I asked.

She looked down at the swirling water in the toilet and whispered, "Yeah."

She stood up and I handed her, her toothbrush. She took it and started brushing her teeth.

I leaned against the doorway of the bathroom, "Brit, is there any way you could be pregnant?"

She froze, her toothbrush hanging out her mouth.

"I mean, Brit, you're two weeks late. You're boobs and back hurt. Now you're hurling in the morning."

She shook her head and spit in the sink, "No, no that can't be right. Alex, I'm not pregnant."

I sighed, "Brit, you have to admit that all the symptoms are there."

She shook her head, "No, I can't be. We just got married!"

I chuckled, "We had sex before we were married, Brit."

She looked at me, her face pale, "How do we know if I am?"

I walked over to her and wrapped her in a hug, "I'll go buy a test."

She nodded against my chest. I kissed the top of her head and broke away from her.

There was a little drug store in the lobby. There was only a few aisles and only one type of pregnancy test. I grabbed three and paid the lady at the desk. She looked at me, her eyebrows raised.

I gave her a slight smile and ran up to mine and Brit's room. Brittany was on the bed, staring at the wall. Her face was ghostly white and her eyes were glossy with tears.

"I'm scared," She muttered as I sat down next to her.

I pulled her into another hug, "It'll be okay. Hey, we don't even know if it's true or not."

She nodded and took the tests from my hand, and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Alex!" She called a couple seconds later.

I got to my feet and rushed to the door, "What's wrong?"

"The directions are all in Spanish!" She yelled back through the door.

I sighed, "Can I come in?"

She hesitated but yelled, "Yeah!"

I opened the door and took the directions from her. I translated them for her and sat against the wall as she did what the directions told her to do.

"Okay, how long do we wait?" She asked washing her hands.

I looked at the directions, "Five minutes."

She sighed and came and sat on my lap, "Are you scared?"

I shook my head, "No. Brit, it's just a baby. You could have a little you and me floating in you. What's so scary about that?"

She shrugged, "Babies take a lot. They need to be fed and changed. They need love."

I brushed a kiss on her jaw line, "Don't we have a lot of love?"

She moaned, "I guess we do."

"We can handle a baby. We'll be good parents, even if we don't know what we're doing."

She smiled, "It's been five minutes."

"You want me to look?"

She nodded and shifted off of me. I got to my feet and walked to the counter.

I held the clean part of the test and looked at it.

I looked at her a smile spreading across my face, "Do you need translations for what a plus sign means?"

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