"Oh my gosh, I'm freaking out!" I said to myself.

"Princess, calm down. Everything will be fine," Andy soothed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just really nervous about what the fans will think," I said taking deep breaths.

"Mel, it doesn't matter what they think. I love you," Andy told me, gripping my hands tightly.

My phone buzzed and I checked to see who it was.

Bryan: Hey Mel, the interview is up. It's one of my favourites <3

I texted back immediately.

Me: I'm going to watch it now, and don't let Andy find out you're sending me hearts. He'll kill you <3

Bryan: Noted, hope to see you soon ;)

Me: K, I'll text you later :)

"Who are you texting?" Andy asked.

"Oh, Bryan. He said the interview was up," I replied.

"Okay.....so do you want to watch it?"

"Yeah, I'll make us some popcorn," I said, padding into the kitchen.

I found a large bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave.

I couldn't help but notice Andy seemed a little off when I told him I was texting Bryan. Was he jealous or something? He shouldn't be. There was nothing going on between me and Bryan. Sure, we texted each other.... a lot, but I wasn't interested. Bryan may flirt with me from time to time, but it was harmless. We both knew nothing would come of it. Apparently Andy didn't though.

I was startled out of my thoughts by the beeping microwave. I took the bag out and held it by the corners, carrying it into the livingroom.

Andy had the laptop set up on the coffee table and a large blanket laid out on the couch, which he was already settled on. I sat down on the couch, laying my head on Andy's lap and pulled the blanket over me. Andy opened the bag of popcorn and began snacking on it while I started the video.

I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Andy's and CC's jokes were even more hilarious and sexual sounding the second time around. I almost choked on my popcorn when it came to the charades part of the interview.

Too soon the interview was over and worry washed over me again. What did the fans think?

I took out my phone and opened up the twitter app. I checked my news feed and noticed more possitive tweets than I had expected. I read through a handful of them.

@chrissysixx: Oh my gosh! Congrats! You two are way too cute together!

@BVBdonna: I'll deffinately will be sending you some baby clothes. Nothing too girly, I promise ;)

@Batmandiva: I'm so happy you guys are back together! I love you!

I smiled at these and replied.

@Hell'sMel: @chrissysixx @BVBdonna @Batmandiva I love you all so much. Thanks for the support <3

But I couldn't help but notice a few negative tweets as well.

@Bierslut666: Seriously? I bet Andy's not even the father. Bitch.

@littlemiss21: 18 and pregnant? Wow, you're going to go far in your life lol.

@brittanycake: You're such a slut. I bet Andy just feels sorry for you.

I sighed and put my phone away. I needed to try and stay away from as much hate as possible.

"Princess, what's up?" Andy asked.

"Nothing, just crazy fangirls is all."

"Don't worry about them. There will always be haters."

I nodded, but then felt an intense pain in my stomach. The baby was kicking.

"Andy!" I beamed.

"What?" he asked, obviously intrigued.

"The baby's kicking!"

A huge smile spread across his face before he asked, "Can I... can I feel it?"

"Of course!" I grinned, taking his hand and placing it on my stomach. The baby immediately started kicking again.

I looked up at Andy, who had tears forming in his eyes.

"Our kid is a strong kicker," Andy smirked.

"Yeah, maybe a bit too strong," I grimmaced as even more intense pains occurred.

"Do you need me to get you something?" Andy asked concerned.

"No, it's just normal pregnancy stuff."

"I'm sorry babe," Andy apologized as he kissed the top of my head.

"It's fine Andy, but there is one thing that could make me feel better."

"Mhm? What's that?"

I repositioned myself on the couch so I was kneeling next to Andy. I leaned in and placed my lips on his. He pulled me closer to him, so close that I ended up on top of him. His fingers gripped onto my hair as my hands placed themselves on his chest.

I pulled away from him, catching my breath.

"Do you feel better?" he teased.

"Deffinately."

Andy took a few of my dirty blonde curls and twirled them in his hand.

"I never did tell you that you look incredibly sexy as a blonde."

"Really? I was actually thinking about dying my hair black with a few purple streaks in it."

"I thought you had to have a natural hair colour to work at Starbucks," Andy pointed out.

"I want to quit. I don't think I can handle any more preppy high school teens and conservative adults. It's driving me nuts. I want to do something with my life."

"Like what?"

"I don't know yet, but I'll figure it out. Something to do with music. I'd like that."

"Why not form a band?"

"I'm not really for all that attention. I don't have enough confidence to do that. I'd prefer to be the one behind the scenes."

"I'll support you in whatever you want to do. You know that right?"

"Yeah, and that's one of the many reasons why I love you."

"Hey, I'm recording one last song tomorrow if you want to help me out with the finishing touches."

"I'd love to," I smiled, placing a small kiss on his shoulder.

I swear, everything was going perfect. I could only wonder how long that would last.