The sight of Thomas and Angela's house is a bigger welcome than I'd initially expected. Staying away from Blake appeared to be harder than I anticipated. I hadn't realised how much of an addiction his presence in my life had become. Neither the less, I'm excited to be home. The thought of his warm arms wrapped around me feels like heaven.

"Thank you for dropping me off." I turn to Mum and smile.

"No problem, hun." She smiles.

"I'll see you soon." I lean over the car so that I can give her a tight hug.

I slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car as she pops the boot open for me to collect my belongings. I sling the bag over my shoulder, close the boot, and then stand towards the side of the road so that I can wave goodbye.

The pebbles crunch under the wheels as she drives away. I can't help but feel the comfort and safety go with her. Shaking my head, I can't let myself get too down, I can do this, remember?

When she's gone, I turn around and walk towards the house. I veer off the side so that I can slip through the side gate that leads to our section.

As I walk down the pathway, the back door to his parents' house opens and Angela's head pops out. She's got a giant friendly smile on her face which makes me feel welcome. Angela walks out of the house and charges straight towards me with open arms.

"You're back!" she yells excitedly. "I'm so happy to see you." Angela sweeps me up into a tight hug and snuggles me tight.

"I'm glad to be back," I say.

"I bet Blake will be too. He's been moping around my house like a bad smell." She shakes her head. "What will men do by themselves? I swear I caught him trying to sneak his washing into his father's stuff." She laughs whole heartily.

"Ah, so that means I'm not walking into a weeks' worth of washing?" I giggle.

"You're lucky I like you, Ava, I just saved you from the washing."

"Thanks, Angela."

"Don't worry! When Thomas and I first moved in together, I cleaned and cooked just to get away from him," she mutters. "Sometimes in relationships, you need space to sort your head out and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. You could kick Blake out next time, then you can have the house to yourself."

"Are you kidding?" I laugh. "I'm moving to your house. I want someone to do my washing."

"You're welcome to come over anytime, Ava! My house is your house."

"Thanks again, Angela!" The generosity Angela and Thomas have given me is overwhelming. I can't believe I'd get the chance to meet someone who is so open-hearted and welcoming – these same people are going to be the ones to help guide my little one through life.

"Now I'll let you return to Blake." Angela gives me one more hug before she returns to the house.

I hesitate walking towards our house, I just stand there and think. The way Blake and I departed was shattering. He begged me on the porch of my parents' house to come back with him, but I tore myself away and forced him to go home. While he was pleasant through messages, I worry how he really feels.

I grip the door handle tightly and yank it open. I hear the sound of Blake's voice and then I hear Tori's voice which sends a shudder through me. Why is she in my house?

"Ava, is that you?" I hear Blake call out. I don't answer him, I just fall silent from lack of words.

Blake appears from around the corner and stops, a look of disbelief on his face. When his mind ticks over, a look of relief consumes him. Blake charges down the hallway and sweeps me up in his arms. He spins me around before placing me on the ground. In a rushed motion, his lips find mine and I feel the passion pouring out of his body and into mine.

"I missed you," he whispers.

"Same."

"What's wrong, Ava?" He frowns, a puzzled look clinging to his confused face. I brush past Blake and walk into the kitchen. There are pots and pans spread out on the bench with food and Tori in the kitchen with London attached to her hip. I feel like I've just walked into their home.

The sight of Tori and London in the kitchen leave me unsettled. Shocked and confused, I don't know what to do, I need to get out of here.

"Hi Ava," chirps Tori.

"Uh, hey." I weakly smile.

I head up the stairs and close the door behind me. I dump the bag on the ground and flop on the bed. What am I doing here? What am I really doing here? I shouldn't be here. I can go home, I can raise this baby by myself. I don't need anyone else . . . My parents would help. I can't keep imposing here. I need to leave.

Tears stream down my face when I realise what I need to do. I grab my bag off the floor and turn towards the drawers. I rip the first one open and start shoving clothing inside it.

My vision is blurry and I don't know what I'm doing. Just a reckless motion waiting to explode in front of me.

I feel the bag being pulled out of my hands, and then a set of warm arms wrapping around my body. I rest my face his chest and cry against the soft material. I don't know what I'm crying about, I just cry. The bag, the clothing, the thoughts long gone from my brain.

"Shh, baby, it's going to be okay," he whispers into my ear.

"It's not going to be okay." I pout. "Nothing is ever going to be okay."

"Everything is going to be okay. Do you know why?" he asks.

"Why?" I indulge him with his question.

"Because Blakie says it is," he answers.

"Just think," I say. "What if you got back with Tori? You'd have the perfect life and I wouldn't be imposing on anything."

"You're so funny when you're hormonal, Ava." He laughs.

Blake scoops me up in his arms and walks towards the bed. He takes a seat and snuggles me on his lap. Blake presses a kiss against my cheek and smiles at me. I see him biting his lip to hold in the laughter.

"Why are you acting so happy?"

"Because I'm happy you're home," he responds.

"But -"Blake silences me by pressing his lips against mine. One hand cups my cheek, while the other one circles my waist. Blake flips me onto my back and hovers above me. He gently kisses down the side of my neck, working his way down to my stomach. He pushes the material of the shirt up and presses a kiss against my stomach.

"You better start being nice to your mother, little man," scolds Blake.

"What makes you think it's a boy?" I ask as I tug down my shirt.

"Because I want a boy," he offers up.

Blake lays beside me and props himself up on his arm. Despite my attempts to cover my stomach, Blake rests his hand on top of my belly. I don't know why he's so fascinated or constantly kisses and holds my stomach, but I wonder if it's his way of being close . . . or if he needs to hold onto me because he's afraid I might go.

"I'm going to teach him how to throw, to kick, and to drive a car and do stupid boy stuff." He smiles, the joy consuming his green eyes. "He's going to be my little partner in crime." I can imagine a little boy running behind Blake, a cheeky grin on his face, a plan to put in motion.

"What if we have a girl?" I ask.

"You know I was an expert at playing with Barbies?" he announces, a proud aura around him. "I've also been told I have beautiful eyelashes . . . Maybe I could teach my girls makeup tips?" he offers excitedly.

"I hope she has your eyelashes," I say.

"So you want another girl?" asks Blake.

"I can sense it, Blake. It's going to be a girl. Maybe Angela is finally going to get her Paris?" I tease.

"Oh boy, I'm going to be living in a house full of women." He shakes his head. "How will I survive?"

"I don't know, baby, how will you?" I punch his cheeky and laugh.

"I'm going to need a bomb proof man cave with a mini fridge and canned resources in case I need to hide out."

"You think it'll be that bad?" I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"I think our baby girls is going to be perfect like you." Blake leans up and presses a kiss against my lips. Butterflies fill my inside, which seems to calm down my raging hormones.

As I snuggle into Blake's chest, I look up to see him intently staring down at me. I see the sliver of worry entering his eyes, which alerts me to the next topic of conversation.

"Would you really leave me?" His eyes flicker towards the discarded bag and clothes on the ground.

I shuffle up and lean my body onto his so that I can look into his eyes. "I care, Bake. I care so much." I grab his face so that his eyes look directly into mine. "I will always come back for you," I say.

"Really?"

"If this space has taught me anything . . . it's that I'll always want you, Blake." I half smile. "These hormones, though, I don't know what I'm doing. I feel like my usual crazy paranoia is being kicked into overdrive," I explain.

"Okay." He nods his head. "I can deal with crazy hormones. It'll be like practice for the future."

Tori calling out alerts me to the heated moment of why I was so upset. Blake kisses my cheek before sliding away and heading downstairs. He shortly returns with London in his arms.

"How come Tori is here?" I ask.

"She's got an assignment to do and London was being a crazy monkey!" he explains. "So I told her she could work here for the day. I wanted to make dinner for when you got back, but you came back earlier."

"I could go?" I offer.

"No, stay, I want you here with me." Blake takes a seat on the bed and passes London to me. I place her on the bed and rub my hand over her tummy. She squirms around with happiness and begins to play with some of the toys Blake puts on the bed.

He lays down and looks towards me.

"What have I missed?" he asks.

"I found this awesome support group I want to attend," I say.

"I think that'll be good, Ava," he agrees.

As I play with London, Blake lays on the bed listening to me. I tell him about the great time I had with my family . . . the time I spent with Kyle and how I feel about everything. I thought that telling Kyle would make me feel better about everything, just as it's always been. But getting the chance to step out of my life then re-join has given me the clear perspective I needed.

I'd moved on with Blake more than I'd expected. I didn't need to lean on Kyle to know everything would be okay, I just needed to talk to Blake about it. However, I did need to clear the air with Kyle, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that our friendship won't be the same again.

Who do you think is right, Blake or Ava?