Amelia had well.. she’d fallen in love with him and sometimes fate was always a factor in that reality. Oh but a cruel mistress faith was because she was given a choice in this moment. She hadn’t told him yet about the baby; god she’d only found out about it this morning. They were together often and it seemed whenever he wanted to push her away somehow she managed to hold him just a little bit longer. Today of all days though it seemed he wanted to push her away and Amelia simply wasn’t hearing it. “I can’t.” She said simply and she blamed the baby hormones for why she started crying. It was hell to find out you were pregnant with a baby that wasn’t planned, but what made it all that much more worse was trying to tell that baby’s father, who apparently was attempting to break-up with her. Again. Amelia knew he struggled to understand that she loved him, she didn’t know why exactly and she had a feeling one day he would tell her why. Now though she was given a choice; should she tell him about the baby or should she cut and run? However the image in her mind of her, Declan, and a baby between them had her sniffling as she looked around the apartment. “I love you, Declan, that will not ever change.” She informed him as she placed her bag on the counter and she rummaged through it for the paperwork and the little stick she’d peed on this morning. A quick trot down to the Urgent Care and some blood-work later; she was definitely pregnant. With his baby. “Look any other day I’d sit here, and cry, and tell you how much I love you but today..” Amelia’s voice broke as she finally dumped her bag upside down to spill it’s contents all over the counter and finally the little stick and paper slipped out. “Today you need to be the one to reassure and love me...because it’s my whole life that’s changing.” She slid the stick and paper over to him as she leaned back against it and exhaled slowly. “I’m pregnant, Declan.”