(Time skips three weeks later. Nothing much happens, just some more dates, a few more scenes done in the movie, and a doctor's visit.)

"Hey, Taron, you need to come over right now." you say through the phone.

He hangs up without an answer.

When Taron gets to your house, your crying softly.

"What's wrong? Did I do something? Is it that week of the month?" he asks.

You smile up at him.

"Happy tears..?" he says, mostly to himself. He hugs you and your chin rests on his shoulder.

"We.. I, am.." you laugh.

"You're... Oh my god. Really?" he says, gasping down at you.

"Yes. I'm pregnant. We forgot protection and I don't know how we're going to raise it. I do know that I'm going to love it though, no matter what. I raised my little sister from birth basically. She's seven now, which I think is pretty good. I raised her enough, and I know a lot about raising a child." you say.

"Well, I guess that'll work. How far along are you?"

"Two weeks and five days."

"Wow, I can't tell."

You smile and laugh, and then pull him into the couch. You kiss and then sit side-by-side, holding hands.  After awhile, a forlorn look falls across Taron's face.

"What if we don't stay together? What if the baby doesn't have a dad?" he says.

"I believe we'll stay together." you say, looking up at him. He half smiles down at you.

"Me too."