i'm going to love you [lika]

Adulthood.

Who knew being responsible would be so hard, but hard in a rewarding way. He couldn't remember the last time he was so nervous. Well, he could but he didn't want to dwell on his shortcomings around beautiful women. She was different, she was exotic for lack of a better word. He and Charlie's relationship had been different. There had been the mutal love of Quidditch, now he was scared he had nothing in common with the woman he was falling for. She was funny and free-spirited. She seemed to enjoy all that life had to offer and though she was going through a rough time she seemed to smile. But there would be no more letters or spur of the moment visits to see each other. No, she was moving in. Moving in. That meant a key and her own space. It meant her girly products in the bathroom and her half dressed throughout the house. It meant that he was entering into a phase of his life that for some reason didn't scare him. Maybe it was because it was her or because he was finally ready to take a major step.

Whatever the reason he prepared for her arrival. Two hours it took him, a whole two hours, to get dressed. No shirt was nice enough, no pair of pants fit right. Oh, this was turing into a major issue. Here he was scared to death he would be dressed wrong for her to move in. How could someone be dressed wrong for a move? This was crazy, his need for things to be perfect. He should be more worried about the fact that his girlfriend was pregnant with someone elses baby. Well, it worried him a lot. What if at some point the guy wanted to be in her and the baby's life? What if he wanted her back? What if, what if, what if. Damn, he couldn't sit around afraid of what if. He wanted to be with her baby or no baby. She made him laugh. He felt comfortable around her more than he had any woman. So he knew that what ever the future held for them, they would face it together.

Back to preparations. Kitchen cleaned and stocked; check. Bathroom cleaned and fresh towels and such put out. Check. BEd made and clean sheets. Check. House cleaned from top to bottom. Check. Baby proofing all done and keys made. Check. Clothes...right clothes. He shifted to finally get dressed. A simple black t-shirt and jeans would be good, right? Well it seemed right. It was the only thing he owned that didn't make him groan when he looked in the mirror. Rubbing his hands on his pants he walked down to sit on the couch. "Be cool Gavin...be cool." Oh man, there would be a girl in his house. A girl he was dating and one day could possibly be intimate with. 24-seven. She would be there all the time. Oh man, oh man, oh man. Was he sure about this? Maybe he was moving too fast? Maybe it was too irrational? To hell with it, it was young love and it only happened once. Well in his mind it only happened once, and she was it for him. They may not last to the end of time but whatever time they did have he would cherish. He would treat her with respect.

The sound of the door caused him to jump in his place. "Be cool man.." He rose to walk to the door. His hands were sweating, his heart fighting to break free from his chest. This was it, the moment that everything would change. The door opened and gave veiw to her and his worries washed away. Here was this woman who he cared about, standing on his front porch. "...Hi..." His smile lit up his face before he stepped outside to grab her things. "Come in...are you hungry?" He had cooked, yes he had went all out. Chicken alfredo and pasta. Did babies like those kinds of things. Maybe he should have made something more....baby friendly if there was a such thing. Oh boy this was bound to be an eventful day.

Today was the day, she had been kicked out of school. They told her that she couldn't be pregnant and be attending school there. The headmaster asked about the father but she didn't break her silence. As much as she hated Tolya at the moment, she wasn't going to ruin his life just because they made a mistake. Besides, she had a place to go, Gavin had written her back and stated that no matter what happened, he was going to be there for her. She loved that, he was the first person who said he was going to be there and was actually there. Tolya said he'd be there, but he hadn't been. He hadn't showed her that he would be there, he had left her when she needed him most. She was sick and she thought she had lost the baby, and he didn't care. He blamed her, he told her so...there was nothing more that he could say that would make her feel better.

She was expelled from school and now she had the invitation from Gavin to come and stay with him. He had offered a place to live, a way out and he promised to take care of her. She knew that Gavin and her hadn't been dating very long but he was a sweet guy. He was really a keeper and she wanted to spend a lot of time with him. He was sweet, caring and she didn't know where she would be without him. Her father didn't know yet. She was too afraid to talk him about it.

She took in a deep breath and brought up the courage to knock on the door. She tugged down on the black dress that framed her body. He tummy was getting bigger, she even had to start wearing bigger clothes. The dress she was wearing, it was made for the pregnant belly that she started to sport. Her face held a small smile when he opened the door. "'Ello Gajin." She was still trying hard to speak English but she was still struggling. He may have thought it was cute so it couldn't hurt to use it right? He asked her if she was hungry. She was always hungry, she was eating for two now wasn't she? She smiled and nodded at him. "I am...I am always hungry Gavin." She went back to speaking Russian. She awkwardly tugged down at her dress. "Sorry, I heard somewhere that black was slimming." She smiled and stepped inside. In her hands and on her back she carried the few belongings she had from school. She would have to go home if she was going to get the rest of her stuff. That was the frighting part. She would have to talk to her father, so he would see her growing baby.

None of that mattered now though. She was here, now, with Gavin. He was going to take care of her and that was what she needed. "Thank you for letting me stay Gavin. It means a lot. I had nowhere else to go." She set her things down inside the door and wrapped her arms around his neck before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

It was really happening. Not that he hadn't known that it was happening for some time. But to have her in his home with her things, made it real. He had to say he loved the way she said his name. Everything about her was a positive thing for Gavin. He reached out to take her bags, walking to sit them on the stairs. "It's a good thing I cooked. We can eat first then I can give you a tour of the house?" His parents had done well when they had saved for the day he would go on his own. Then he was a working man after-all. He knew that he was capable enough to care for someone.

His head shook as she spoke once more. "Shh, no way. You look amazing. Don't ever think that you don't." He walked over to her, taking her hands in his as he looked her in the eyes. "You are an incredible woman and I still can't figure out how I got this lucky." He leaned to kiss her on the cheek before dropping one of her hands. "Off to get something to eat." He made sure to Russian around her, at least he would for the first few days. He wanted her to be comfortable, but he also knew she wanted to work on her English.

With her hand in his head lead the way to the kitchen, where the table had been set inside the nook. "Have a seat and I'll make plates. There is some tea on the table." He moved to to begin plating up the food. For some reason he wasn't as nervous as he thought he would have been. Plates in hand he walked over to the table to have a seat, sitting her plate neatly in front of her. "You don't have to thank me." He did it because he cared about her and the last thing he wanted was for anything bad to happen to her. Grabbing his fork he picked up a bit of the chicken alfredo and pasta. "I hope you like the food. I followed instructions." He grinned sheepishly before taking the food off the fork. It wasn't bad after-all.