Bopping back and forth, I turn up the radio and continue to dance. I slide past the kitchen bench and towards the fridge. Opening the door, I drop down and then spring upwards. I throw my hands in the air and wiggle my butt back and forth. Grabbing the vegetables out, I dance backwards with an arm full of vegetables.

As I chop up the ingredients, I continue to swivel from side to side. It's only when the chorus plays, I put the knife down and start singing aloud. I laugh at how awkward my voice sounds, but I keep singing.

The front door opens but that doesn't put me off my mood. I walk around the bench and towards the hallway. I run towards Blake and wrap my arms around his neck as I roughly crash into his body.

With a light moan of pain, Blake wraps his arms around my body and picks me up. He carries me into the kitchen before placing me on my feet. I start dancing again, a little more outrageous to hook his attention. When my favourite parts to sing come on, I looking over my shoulder to serenade Blake with my beautiful voice.

Blake stands by the bench laughing at me along with a slight shake to his head. I finally manage to get him dancing when the song is close to finishing. He does his own awkward dance where he holds his hands up and shakes his bottom.

When the song finishes and people start talking on the show, I turn the volume down and smile at him.

"Hey, how was your day?" I ask.

I go back to the bench and continue chopping up the vegetables for dinner.

"Yeah, good." He shrugs his shoulders.

Blake wraps his arms around my waist and then rests his head on my shoulder. His hands instantly go under my shirt and hold onto my stomach. I feel his tense body relax as he melts into mine. Just having Blake's presence around makes me incredibly happy.

"How was your day, Ava?" he asks.

"I got a text message from the doctors reminding me of my appointment today. I thought about cancelling but I decided to go in."

"You went without me?" Blake instantly pulls away from me, which quickly alerts me to the fact I've done something wrong. I knew he was going to be angry, but I needed to go and he can't take time off work.

"I'm sorry, it was a complete last minute thing."

"What happened? Is everything okay?"

"I got my first ultrasound." I smile. "It was gross. I'm certainly not going to get used to people going near my private parts." I shake my head with disgust.

"You like it when . . ."

"Ewwww." I cover my ears and cut off the rest of Blake's sentence. My childish reaction only makes him burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, baby." But from the humours glow in his green eyes, I can tell he's not.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I shoot him a playful glare. "I got to see the baby on the monitor and I even have a picture for you."

"Did you hear his heartbeat?"

"No, the doctor couldn't find her heartbeat." I correct. "I don't think the placement of the baby was in the right spot for it. Otherwise, everything looks really good," I explain.

"Can I see the picture?"

"Just give me a second," I huff.

I walk to the end of the bench and grab the scan out of my bag. I pass it to Blake and I see the biggest smile overcome him. He gently strokes the image with his thumb before he looks at me.

"I can't believe it . . ." Blake brushes a stray tear from his cheer. "That's our baby."

"Yeah." I press my hand against my stomach and smile. This is my little family right in front of me, well, almost all of us.

Blake puts the picture on the bench before storming towards me. He tightly embraces me in his arms and snuggles me close to his chest.

"I love you so much, Ava."

"I love you!" I kiss his cheek.

Blake pockets the scan as he walks around the counter to take a seat. I get back to chopping, which is a dulling job.

"I asked Tori if she could look after London for one more night," he explains.

"Why, what's wrong?" I frown.

"I invited Mum and Dad over for dinner." The sound of his parents coming over instantly makes me sick.

"I think I might just throw up," I say.

"Hey, I thought it would be nice if they came over for dinner once in a while."

"You're not, are you? Blake, promise me you won't tell them!"

"What?"

"I thought we agreed to wait until we were ready to tell our parents."

"It's just dinner, okay?"

"Your mother is going to offer me wine, and then when I don't drink it, she's going to start asking questions."

"What if I don't drink with you?"

"Then she'll have confirmed her suspicions."

"Just calm down, Ava. My parents will come over for a nice dinner and then they'll go home. They won't find out because we'll tell them when it's right, okay?"

"I can't believe you're waiting until now to tell me," I grumble.

I march towards the fridge and grab out more ingredients for my chicken stir-fry. I continue chopping the vegetables while Blake buggers off to shower. It's only when he returns that big onset of sickness overcomes me.

"I can't do this, can you cook?" Blake jumps up from his stool and walks around.

"Are you okay?" he asks, worry plaguing his facial features.

"Just feeling sick, I'll be fine once I sit down." I walk around the bench and take a seat. Blake commands the kitchen easily. He chops the last of the carrot up and then adds it to the large wok. Very easily, Blake adds in the sauce and cooks up the ingredients without fault.

When the meal is cooked, Angela and Thomas arrive. They don't bother knocking, they just come straight through to the kitchen – which I guess it to be expected since they were invited for dinner. Usually, Angela knocks or calls out.

Thomas isn't much of a hugger, he walks to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. Angela races to my side to envelop me in a tight hug before making a beeline to Blake. She scolds him on his punctuation and how dinner should be on the table – but in a teasing, somewhat funny way. I'd laugh, but the sickness swelling in my stomach is pulling me down like an anchor.

Blake dishes up the meal and Angela brings it to the table. I go to help, but Blake shoots me a 'sit down' glare that terrifies me. Once everything is complete, we gather around the table and start eating.

Thomas and Blake fall into the topic of work – something about a delayed house plan which has hindered their progress on site. While Angela turns to me. I try my best to engage in a conversation about dinner, but I can't seem to shake this feeling or pull on a smile. I feel like I might be physically sick if I don't move.

"I'm sorry," I say as I stand up. "I just need to, um."

The sudden motion captures their attention. I see three sets of worried eyes on me, which doesn't help. The world seems to spin, so I grab onto the table to hold myself upright.

"I just, I should, leave –" My hand covers my mouth, but it does nothing. I puke my guts onto the table and burst into tears. What did I just do? The dizziness clears up enough for me to make an escape up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Kneeling by the toilet, I puke into the bowl and moan with distaste. I hate being sick, there's always that horrible feeling of your stomach twisting and twirling inside your body. I flush the toilet with my good hand and then wash off the left over puke from my other hand. This is the worst kind of embarrassing moment ever!

I hear footsteps before I see Angela walking into the bathroom. The sad look on her face instantly makes me want to crawl under the covers and never come out!

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yes." I nod my head. "Probably just that sickness." I play it off, but I doesn't see a convinced Angela in front of me.

"Have you ever considered the fact you might be pregnant?" she offers.

And in one spilt second, all of my worst fears come tumbling into one. She's figured it out, just like I thought she would. In that moment, I find myself stunned to the core. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do . . . I want to tell her, but I don't know. My head starts spinning until I catch sight of Blake. The world stops and I feel drawn to him.

Blake looks at me and cocks his head to the side, his eyes pleading with me to let him answer her question. With our long silence, I know the answer is inevitable. So, I nod my head and look at my feet in shame.

"Ava's pregnant," he says. "We got our first scan today." I look up and see Blake sceptically walk inside the bathroom with the scan in hand. He reminds me of a small child walking towards his mother with a drawing in hand, however, this time, it's a scan of our child. This moment showed me just how terrified Blake is of telling his parents.

Hopefully, I'd only have to confess to my parents once about a teen pregnancy, yet Blake is having to do it a second time. I guess they couldn't kick and scream, the worst is already done.

"Oh my." Gasps Angela. She takes the scan in hand and looks over it. A small tear comes to the side of her eye, which makes me cry along with her.

"What do you think?" asks a nervous Blake.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" she pouts.

"Ava –"

"I didn't want to tell anyone until we had it confirmed, you know?" I bite my lip.

"Have you told your parents?" she asks.

"No, not yet. We were hoping to tell you guys together," I explain. "But this happened." I go bright red at the memory of puking on the table. I wouldn't be able to laugh at the moment until at least a few years have passed.

"We don't have to tell Thomas then, I promise to keep it a secret until you're ready," chirps Angela, a bright smile on her face.

"Thanks, Mum," says Blake.

"No." I shake my head. "We'll tell Thomas and tomorrow I'll tell my parents about the baby. I don't exactly feel ready, but I do want to tell my parents. I just want to get it over and done with."

"We don't have to, Ava," says Blake.

"I want to." I weakly smile.

"I'm not prepared for this." Blake exhales loudly and shakes his head. I recall Blake explaining the last time he told his father, things didn't go down well. It's hard to say if Thomas will take the same route and explode about the poor life choice, or if he'll just go along with the news. Blake isn't a child anymore and he's proven he can take care of his family.

So far, Blake and I are somewhat succeeding with this pathway. It's not perfect and the bumps haven't been desirable, but we're getting there. We're trying to make it work, and I hope he can see that.

Angela hands the scan back to Blake and we walk downstairs. My stomach knots up again, but not to the extent it was before. Angela takes a seat beside Thomas and takes his hand in hers. Blake and I stand at the head of the table and look at the both of them.

Blake squeezes onto my hand as he passes the scan towards his father.

"You're going to be a grandfather again," says Blake.

Thomas is quickly taken back by the news and the picture in front of him. The shocked look on his face quickly subsides as he mulls over the new information.

I guess he'd be better this time around, he could already see how things were going to pan out. Nothing he said could ever change Blake to submitting to another course in life, he'd always be the one to stand strong and keep at it. I could see that quality in Thomas – stubborn, but not the bad kind, the kind that stick around and clean up the mess they make. They weren't entirely afraid of consequences, not like some people, not like me.

"I guess congratulations are in order then, son." Thomas gets up from the chair to embarrass Blake in a tight hug. He then gives me one and asks the dreaded question.

"Have you told your parents, Ava?" asks Thomas.

"We're going to tell them tomorrow," I say.

"We wanted to tell you together, but." Blake eyes off Angela, which makes her look away.

Blake and I take our seats once more, which is when I notice that dinner is cleared away along with my accidental puke mess. I distract my mind from the mess and engage with the topic. Angela is smiling brightly as she chatters about the gender of our baby.

"This is so exciting. I bet it's going to be another girl," says Angela. "You could call her Paris. It'll be so nice for London to grow up with a sibling."

"No way." Blake shakes his head with disagreement. "We're having a little boy and we're going to teach him how to do boy things. I'll teach him how to play sport, go camping on the weekends with his grandfather." He smiles.

"Don't forget fishing, that's important." The smile on Thomas's face makes me feel better about telling him. Talking about the endless possibilities and the way our baby is going to influence our lives for the better keeps the atmosphere light and exciting.

"Now that you're planning for a boy, it's going to be a girl," replies Angela.

"I have a feeling it's going to be a girl," I agree with Angela.

"See, mothers always know!" Angela slams her hand on the table and laughs. "I knew both of you were going to be boys, I could just feel it." She dives into a story of how she successfully guessed their genders.

I rest my hand on my stomach and smile with delight. We might not always get things right on our travels down the path of life, but in this moment right now, it feels completely right.

How do you think Ava's parents will take the news?