Levi's POV...

"I'm pregnant Levi."

What? No, I couldn't have heard her right. I'm still cupping her face as she sobs. She's probably waiting for my response but I'm in shock. She's dropped a clanger.

"Are you sure?" I'm daft for asking, I know.  I drop my hands back into my forearm crutches and stare at her.

"Yes, I am sure," she sniffles.

We both remain silent. Her beautiful multi-colored eyes are bloodshot and her smooth skin now blotchy from crying. My girl is crumbling in front of me and I'm already beyond shattered. She's having a baby...my baby...and I need to get my shit together.

I never expected this so soon, not now. After all of the radiation treatments, we were told that Charlotte could have some infertility issues, making it harder for her to conceive. Of course, she had to prove all the doctors wrong again.

She grabs her towel and starts walking to the locker room. Probably because I haven't said anything. I drop my crutches and grab onto her arm, pulling her into my chest.

"I love you so much," I say, squeezing her tighter so she knows I'm honest.  I do love her, more than anything. We will find a way to make this work because I can't live without her.

"I guess we're having a baby," I lightly acknowledge before kissing her neck.

She chuckles, " Yes, I guess we are." Then I kiss her lips.

She breaks from my hold and leans over to retrieve my crutches. "I'm going to change into dry clothes. I'll meet you in the lobby so we can walk home after?"

"Yeah, sure," I take my crutches from her and follow behind towards the men's locker area.

I snatch my clothes from my locker and sit down onto the bench in the changing room. My leg cramps up then the spasms render me useless, reminding me that I'm not capable of taking care of a baby. How can I even carry a baby while on crutches? What if I have some horrible muscle spasm and drop the baby or I trip with the baby in my arms. "Fuck!" This leg's a pain in my arse. All I can do is lean back against the wall and wait for the pain to stop. I'm a mess.

I don't want to have to think about it being safer using my wheelchair to hold my baby. Fuck! How does Charlotte's sister even handle it. She does though, three kids without the mobility that I have. What will my child think of me? Will he or she only see me as the dad who can't do what other dads can?

Another crippling jolt rips through my back this time before jerking my leg. These spasms grip hold of my muscles without mercy, showing how much power they have over me. Day in and day out, reminding me of my disability. A ruthless abnormality that now defines me.

Charlotte is the only person who is capable of keeping me grounded. She believes in me when I don't even believe in myself. I want to be the man she needs me to be, the father my child needs me to be.

I'm going to be a dad.

"Levi? Are you ready to go? Charlotte's voice echos through the doorway.

Shit! How long have I been in here?

"Yes Love, just a sec."

I finish changing as quickly as possible, push my forearms securely into my crutches, put on a brave face and walk out to meet my fiancé.

She's standing outside the door waiting patiently for me. Her blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders. Her eyes gleaming an emerald glow. An instant smile spreads across her face when she notices me. I'm so lucky to cause that reaction from her. She's not looking at my crutches or the brace covering half my leg, she's looking at me, and her gorgeous smile tells me she loves the person that I am. Flaws and all. Something that's still a difficult concept for me to grasp. Am I really this deserving of that kind of love? I want to be.

She steps closer and I am utterly consumed by the way her hand slowly grazes my cheek. Her soft fingertips teasing my skin.

"Are you alright? Handsome." Her tone is so soothing.

Am I alright! No, I'm scared shitless is what I am, but that is not what she needs to hear from me. " I'm fine, Love." I lean down an kiss her soft lips. "How are you doing?" I ask her.

"I'm happy, and nervous at the same time," she says with honesty. At least I know we both feel the same way. I'm not going to let her be afraid though, I carry enough of that burden for the both of us already.

"Let's go home. We can order take out and watch a movie." I smile at her gesture, knowing this is something we did a lot when we first got together.

She places her fingers around my elbow, this is as close as I'm going to get to her holding my hand while I walk with these dreadful sticks.

Neither of us mind the comfortable silent walk home. Both of our thoughts occupied with the uncertainties of becoming new parents.

"Where should we order from?" I ask her.

"I've been craving Chinese food," she rubs her belly and chuckles.

"You're having cravings already? Should I be preparing for my midnight run to the market?" I joke with her and she returns it with a gentle slap to my shoulder.

"You know I would go out at any time of the night to get you what ever you need," I kiss her temple.

"I know you would, " she grins.

Stepping into our home, Charlotte quickly places our food order over the phone. "They said they will deliver in about forty minutes so I'm going to hop into the shower.

My impulses take over and before I realize what I'm doing, I grab her wrist and twirl her around to face me. "Marry me," I blurt out.

"Levi, I am marrying you."

"I know, I meant marry me now...soon, before the baby is born."

I'm not sure what I expect her to say, I hope I don't look like a fool to her. "Charlotte, you're all I'll ever need...you and our baby, so why wait any longer?"

"Okay!" She she simply says.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, Levi. I want that too." She smashes her lips against mine. I drop my crutches and grab onto her waist, pulling her into my chest.  "I love you," I breathe into her.

"Shower with me, we have time," she says as she wraps my arm across her shoulder and walks with me towards the bathroom.