"Yes." I stated, panic coursing through my veins.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Marilyn asked, his eyes were wide with worry.
"I'm so, so scared." My voice trembled.
Marilyn didn't say anymore. He just pulled me into a tight hug kissing the top of my head. I didn't expect Marilyn to act this way. I expected him to- I didn't know how he was going to react. I pictured him leaving or becoming distant. I imagined him blaming himself. Or I imagined him blaming me. I worried about how he was going to react.
"What are we going to do?" Marilyn asked.
"Give it up for adoption."
"Okay, that would probably be for the best." Marilyn agreed.
"I don't want to see the baby. It'll have a better life elsewhere." I shrugged.
"Yeah, theres so many dangerous things, we can't have a baby in the middle of it."
"The others need to know, Rosie definitely."
"When?" Marilyn asked pressing his forehead against mine and playing with my fingers.
"Now." I said.
Before giving myself time to think I took Marilyns hand and walked into the dining room.
"I have something to say." I began speaking over everyone. Everyone slowly hushed to stare at me. "I, I don't want a fuss. I'm giving it away anyway. But just so you know, I'm... I'm..." I froze, tears streamed down my face and Marilyn pulled me close to him.
"We're having a baby." Marilyn finished it for me.
"Oh. My. God. First you're engaged now you're pregnant?!?" Rosie squeaked standing up. "Little sis, fuck, come here." Rosie waddled round the table and threw her arms round me. It wasn't a very good hug with Rosies bump in the way but it was good enough.
Britt hadn't said a word. She just sat, staring at me, dumbfounded.
"You'll be okay." Lee said wrapping his arms round the back of my neck and hugging me.
It hadn't quite sunk in, the thought of something growing inside me. I didn't want it, but I couldn't have it slaughtered in an abortion clinic. The beautiful lyrics of Marilyn Manson soared through my mind "are all your infants in abortion cribs?" I could never hurt my baby. No. It was not my baby. As soon as its wrecked my body it will be put up for adoption and gone.
I fiddled with my engagement ring. Its going to destroy me. I could have a high risk of post-natal depression. I don't want to go through depression again. This time I'd have Marilyn Manson by my side. And what if I lose the baby? If I have a miscarraige it would kill me.
"If you're going to dedicate 7 months of your life to some kid why the fuck are you going to give it away?!" Britt stood up.
"I'm not aborting it if thats what you have in mind." I stated.
Wordlessly Britt left the room. She was pissed off at me for not wanting to kill a baby growing inside me?
After dinner we all sat down and watched a movie. I curled up in Marilyns arms, thankful he didn't want to leave me.
MARILYNS POV
I'm going to be a father. The most worrying part was how Darcie was going to cope when she watches the baby she gave birth to placed in the arms of another family. I didn't know how she was going to react. I ran my fingers down her arm, the scars which were covering it were healed giving it a soft, bumpy texture. If she started that again I'd make sure she got proffessional help, I'd stand by her no matter what.
Darcies past, from her childhood, seemed rough. Her parents never listened to her. Even when she got abused by Mike. Later on in her life, when she met me, she didn't break down when she nearly got raped several times by Jason. In fact, she didn't let it hurt her for any longer than a day. Darcie Wood is the strongest person I know and I love her for it.
