pretty boy || jackson avery

prologue.

"well shit,"

i held the small stick in my hand which determined my future- i was nervous to look at what it had to tell me. although the best way to find out would've been a blood test, the small stick in my hand seemed like the easy way out.

who am i kidding? there is no easy way out. even though it may be just a small stick, barely longer than the width of my hand, it really determined my entire future. it's a 50/50 chance, really. if i get the 50% then i hope for, then my future will be golden. if i get the other half of the chance, it could ruin it.

well, i wouldn't say ruin.. just alter. it would take a lot of patience, time, pain, joy, sadness, money, responsibility, and dedication. it would also take probably the hardest conversation that i'll ever had to deal with in my life.

i braced myself as i looked down at the small stick. the three minutes that i had to wait seemed like a lifetime, but it lead all to this single moment.

positive.

the word that spread across the small 'screen' on the stick shocked me to the core. unfortunately for me, it was the chance that i hoped i wouldn't have to deal with until i was truly ready.

did i know who the father was? of course i did, i'm not a total whore. luckily, it wasn't some random hookup that resulted in no contact what so ever. it was someone that i worked with. sure, the first time could be considered a one night stand- but he's in my life for good now, at least hopefully he will be after i break the news to him.

i could feel tears reach the brim of my eyelids. i wanted to shed every tear that i could in this moment, but my twin brother is home, so of course if he heard me, he would come barging in with a million questions.

much to my dismay, there was a knock at the door following with, "hey, are you okay in there? you've been in there for a while now. is it positive or have you just been staring at it the entire time?" it was easily recognizable as my brother, george's voice.

there was no use in lying to him, the truth would come out eventually enough. "no, not even in the slightest. y-you can come in.. the door is unlocked,"

he turned the handle to the door slowly, until he heard my sobs and bursted through the door, sitting to my side against the wall connecting to the bathroom floor, and wrapping me in a hug. 

"you don't have to tell me now, but i do want to know if you're upset that it's positive or if it is negative. either way, i'll wait," he spoke softly as i laid my head on his shoulder.

without looking at him, i slowly slipped the stick into his hand. without even seeing the expression written across his face, i knew he was disappointed and shocked to say the least. but, he did the best thing that he could do. he rubbed my back, knowing that it somehow was always a way that would calm me down.

he didn't say anything, but sit there for countless minutes while i sobbed into his shoulder. after quite a while, my sobs reduced to small sniffles and i looked up at him.

"you're not mad at me, are you?" i ask him, my voice barely making it out as a whisper.

"no, of course not. you're my sister, i'd be by your side if you murdered someone, hell, i'd help you bury the body. you aren't getting rid of me even if you try. if you need anything, just tell me. i love you zoey,"

"thank you, george. i needed that, really. i- i think i want to keep it," i reply, with a small smile plastered across my face.

"i'm gonna be an uncle," he smiles.

"yeah, you're gonna be an uncle,"

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