Please read to the end - You may be included!! - Chapter 17!! WOW!! Welcome everyone! Thank you for reading my story! So far it has an amazing 890 reads and 28 votes along with 48 comments including my own :D Thank you all so much for reading and a special thanks to those who vote even once, it means a lot. Commenting is amazing! It makes my day! Another special thanks to Itsmeandonlyme and ReNeExD for always being so supportive! It means so much!! Itsmeandonlyme was the first to support this story so thank you so much! ReNeExD writes some great stories so go check out her work! I would gladly take CONSTRUCTIVE criticism too; it just makes me a better writer!! Anyways, enough of my little speech thingy-ma-bob and onto the chapter!! Don't forget to Vote/comment/fan, you may end up getting a dedication :P

Pic is of Mayarna's mum! AKA, Sophia Bush. She's kind of what I image her to be like!

*I got the facts the nurse says from a site and the link attached to the side if you want to go take a look!*

I shift on my feet, feeling nervous. These are new shoes but I swear by the time we get home the soles will have hole in them. The door opens and a women walks in who appears to be in her thirties. She smiles warmly and points to the seats on the patient side of the desk.

"Sit down dears, Its Mayarna isn't it?" the woman asks in a voice that is thick with an Irish accent. I love Irish accents!! 

"Yep and this is my boyfriend, Oliver, that's my mum." I report and Olive takes my hand in his.

"Ok, well normally you only get one person with you but I am soft.... Before we give you the test, we have some information for you obviously-"

Before she continues I raise my hand and cut her off, "I don't want to know, not now. Give me the test first, I don't want know unless my baby has it," I tell her. If she tells me all the facts I will get all worried and I will always be worried, even if the baby doesn't have it. Mum squeezes the hand that Oliver doesn't have. She wants to know about it but I already told her I only wanted to know if the baby had it. She understood.

The nurse looks at me with an uneasy expression, "Well, I'm not meant to do this but I will. Right, well, how long since you went to the jax?"

I look at her confused, "What?"

Oliver smiles, "She means toilet."

"Yes dear, sorry! I haven't been here long and still some times catch myself talking in Irish slang. I'm trying really hard though."

I smile, "its fine! I love Irish people... Wow, that sounds bad.... I love Irish accents? Ok, just forget I said anything...." I mumble before turning to Oliver, "How the heck did you know that?"

He laughs, "I have Irish blood in me.... I can give you my accent later if you want. It’s easy for me to talk without it because I grew up here."

Wow... Well that's new! 

"So have you been to the toilet today?" she asks.

"About three or four hours ago," I mutter.

"Good girl! You have to have a moderately full bladder for this!"

"So, what's the procedure?" Mum asks from beside me.

"Well, for the Chorionic Villus Sampling or CVS, first we'll give you an ultrasound scan to make sure there's only one baby and to confirm the age of the baby and the position of the placenta. We clean the abdomen, you're tummy with antiseptic solution and the CVS site is injected with local anesthetic. Then a needle is inserted through your abdomen wall until it reaches the placenta. We follow it carefully on the ultrasound screen. A finer needle will then be threaded through the first and a syringe on the end of the fine needle will be used to draw up tiny little fragments of placental tissue. We examine the tissue to confirm it’s the correct tissue type and samples are then taken, just enough that we can perform the test. This will take two or so minutes. Don't worry if you feel dragging or drawing on the pelvis, it's perfectly normal dear. Once this is all done we just need to take another quick ultrasound to make sure the baby is fine and then you can get dressed again and after about a half hour you can head home. You will get the results from your doctor in about two weeks!"

(A/N: This information is correct!)

Once the test is done, which was pretty uncomfortable, I get to go home. Mum and Oliver were both great and support obviously. Oliver is staying at our house tonight even though he stayed over not last night but the one before. Mum doesn't mind though because he wants make sure I'm ok and stuff... I don't know why but whatever....

I head to my bedroom and so does Oliver but I make sure to leave the door open like Mum requested. 

"You ok Baby?" he asks me while stroking my hair affectionately. 

"I'm fine! Honestly! You can go back and spend some more time with Payton if you want! She's leaving again in two weeks! You should just go and spend time with her!"

"I don't want to spend time with her, I do but I mean, I want to spend time with you more..."

"Oliver, I've been in your life for 2 weeks, she's been in it her whole life! Go spend time with her!"

He shakes his head furiously, "Nope! I want to be with you!"

"Ok, but I'm going to be boring. I want to sleep. You don't really want to sit around here doing nothing! Mum would watch me! She's looked after me all my life; I don't think she will fail now!"

"If you want me to leave I will...." Oliver says softly sounding kind of hurt.

I sigh and cuddle into him, "That's not what I mean! I just don't want you to feel like you have to stay here with me. I love being with you!"

I lie down and he does the same. I cuddle up to him and he wraps his arms around me. "So give me your best Irish accent!"

I feel his chest rise and fall as he laughs, "I may be no FILL-uh and I don't write FILL-ee-uhkht but It would take a gammy muppet not to realise the how much of a feek the girl I'm with is," he says.

I look at him like he has three heads. The accent was sexy as... I don't even know what else could be more or the same in sexiness but what the heck? "Um... Translation please!"

"I may be no poet and I don't write poetry bit it would take a useless fool not to realise how much of a gorgeous girl the girl I'm with is."

I let out an involuntary, 'Awwww.' "That's so sweet!! I can't believe that accent! It’s so different! I'm so use to the normal voice that hasn't even got a glint of Irish. Wait... Don't most Irish men have red hair?"

He laughs once again, "I have Irish blood, I'm not directly Irish!" he says in his normal Oliver voice.

Suddenly I remember the little deal we made, "So Oliver, you and I had a deal. I kept up my end, now it's your turn. What's your secret?"

He groans and tenses his arms around me, "You really want to know?"

"Really!" I say, urging him to continue.

"Well, two year ago I was hanging around some guys who were older than me.’The bad guys...' Mum begged me to keep away from them but I didn't listen. They'd stolen some booze like usual and we all started to drink and I thought we would just walk home like normal. We were all past drunk and they all jumped in one of their cars. I told them to get out but they wouldn't and pressured me into getting in. I was drunk, so I agreed and...." he starts crying softly,” the driver crushed the car. The other car they hit was a family on there was to a vacation! I fucking, I ruined everything for them! We were all scared so we ran off. In the end I was the only one who went forward and told them everything. The driver was sent to prison and the rest of us got communal services. I got off the lightest; I only had one month and no record because I came forward. The little girl in the other car.... She was 7. She... she didn't make it. The mum got pretty banged up but everyone else was ok, besides emotionally. I still see them sometimes. I asked to see them and told them what happened, they hated me but needed me at the same time and in the end they were like a second family... That's when I got my life back on track. I stopped being so much of a shite and started to get good grades, eventually confidence again and stopped hanging around the bad people but they were replaced by women in a way. That's why I was a player. They filled a gap and stopped me from falling into depression. It was a way to cope I guess... I know you probably hate me, It’s my fault that little girl couldn't live her life. Fuck! That poor girl!"

I listen to him and try to take in his words. What to process first? Well the thing about being a player made sense... He stayed with the family and did what he had to do to help them. It not his fault! He got pressured into it! He wasn't driving the car! It’s not his fault! "You shouldn’t blame yourself Oliver, you didn't drive and you told them to get out. You went forward and did the right thing Baby, don't beat yourself up! You stayed and helped the family cope, which was a good thing to do!"

He sighs and tries to reduce the number of sobs he lets out. So this is his secret? 

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Edited this to add the song: Slow Dance by Framing Hanley, partly because the band is amazing and I have been lisning to them constantly all day but also becaus I think it kind of ties in for Oliver and May's fears of telling each other certian secret because of the fear that the other will leave.

Irish words were written as they sound, the proper words are:

File: FILL-uh, Filíocht: FILL-ee-uhkht.

Sorry it’s short but hey, it has some pretty big things in it......

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