Between Us Three (G!P FREEN)

Chapter 15: We're Having Another One?

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Freen’s POV

I stared at the pregnancy tests in my hands. Four of them. Four clear, undeniable results staring back at me—two solid pink lines on each. My breath hitched.

Positive. Positive. Positive. Positive.

I blinked rapidly, trying to process it all. My heart was pounding against my ribs like it was trying to break free. A part of me already suspected it, with all the vomiting, the mood swings, the cravings—but to see it confirmed in front of my eyes felt surreal.

Becky was silent, just watching me with that little smile tugging at her lips. She looked so calm… and radiant. I glanced up, meeting her gaze. She was glowing. My girl was glowing.

Freen: “B-baby… are we really…?”

She nodded, her smile growing wider, and before I could say anything else, I felt my arms instinctively wrap around her. I pulled her into me, hugging her like I never wanted to let go.

Freen: “We’re having another one?”

Becky: “I guess we are,” she giggled softly, her voice muffled against my shoulder.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t even realize they were falling until Becky pulled back slightly and wiped my cheek with her thumb.

Becky: “Why are you crying?”

Freen: “Because… this is just…” I paused, letting out a breathy laugh. “We just fixed us, and now we’re… we’re growing again. Together.”

She pressed her forehead against mine.

Becky: “We’re gonna be okay, Freen.”

And in that moment, I believed her. Because with Becky in my arms, everything really did feel okay.

Becky's POV

I dont know what I expected Freen to do. Maybe cry. Maybe panic. Maybe ask me if I was ready. But instead, she hugged me like I was the most precious thing in the world. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t freak out. She just held me.

That alone said everything.

After our embrace, she helped me sit on the couch and handed me the chocolate cake and milk tea she bought earlier. My cravings were crazy lately—but Freen was patient. So unbelievably patient. She sat beside me, resting her hand gently on my stomach.

Becky: “You think it’s a boy this time?”

Freen: “I think it’s whatever it wants to be. As long as it’s healthy and comes out looking like you.”

I laughed, leaning against her.

Becky: “Aya’s going to be a big sister.”

Freen: “Oh, god,” she chuckled. “She’s gonna freak out.”

Becky: “In a good way, though.”

Freen nodded.

Freen: “We should tell her soon. But maybe after we go to the OB to confirm and check how far along you are.”

Becky: “Yeah. I think I’m… maybe seven or eight weeks?”

Freen: “That makes sense. The cravings, the emotions… the crying over a toothpaste commercial last week.”

I gasped and lightly smacked her arm.

Becky: “That was a very emotional commercial, okay?!”

Freen burst out laughing, and I couldn’t help but laugh too. My heart felt light. This was exactly how I imagined motherhood—shared laughter, quiet nights, love wrapped in warmth and teasing. And Freen, always Freen.

Third Person POV

Later that evening, after finishing their food and winding down from the rollercoaster of emotions, Freen was lying on the bed while Becky was curled beside her, her hand resting protectively on her lower stomach. Freen looked down at her and smiled.

Freen: “I’ve always wanted this, you know? A family. You, me, Aya… and now this little one.”

Becky turned her head to look at her.

Becky: “Me too. Even back when things were bad… even when we weren’t together, I still saw you as family.”

Freen reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Becky’s ear.

Freen: “I’m sorry, for everything. For letting us fall apart back then. If I could take it all back, I would.”

Becky: “I know, baby. But we’re here now. And that’s what matters.”

There was a brief silence, peaceful and full of unspoken emotions. The sound of the ceiling fan above them hummed softly.

Becky: “Do you think we should call my mom? She’s going to be so thrilled.”

Freen: “Yes. But let’s wait until after the first appointment. Just to be sure.”

Becky nodded, yawning.

Freen: “Tired?”

Becky: “Mmhm. All this pregnancy talk and chocolate cake wore me out.”

Freen chuckled and pulled the blanket over them, wrapping Becky in her arms. She kissed the top of her head.

Freen: “Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here.”

Freen's POV (LATER THAT NIGHT)

I watched her sleep, her breathing slow and even. I still couldn’t believe this was real—our second baby. A chance to do everything right this time, not just as parents, but as partners.

I laid a hand gently on her stomach, whispering,

Freen: “Hey, little one… I don’t know if you can hear me yet, but I promise, I’ll protect you. I’ll protect your mom. I won’t let us fall apart again.”

Becky stirred a bit, murmuring something incoherent before snuggling closer to me. I smiled, feeling that same overwhelming warmth rush through my chest again.

This was real. This was our second chance.

And I was never going to let it go.

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-Author Ish