Unconditional Love

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A little humour in this horrible world

Brooklyn's POV:

So my period is late. My boobs are kinda sore. I'm tired.

I'm pregnant.

How? I don't know. But I am. So... fuck. I'm fucking pregnant. My husband's dick is too good and not even getting a vasectomy worked on him. His beautiful genetics just needs to be carried on.

I'm freaking out. Totally freaking out. I don't want another abortion. I really don't. Obviously it's tough on my body. Really fucking hard. And it hurt me mentally. So how am I gonna deal with this.

I was sitting at my desk with nothing do to, so I had a notepad and pen in front of me, thinking of what exactly to do.

I thought for a second, then brought my pen to paper, wrote something down, then quickly crossed it out.

I love in Texas now. Abortion is illegal. I could literally go to jail for saving my life. Fuck you America.

After a minute, I wrote down two other things.

Cry
Take pregnancy test

Yeah, I haven't taken a test yet. I just came to this realization of being pregnant an hour ago while Fred was in a meeting. And now he is going over his notes and emailing people so I'm taking this time to brainstorm, but now I'm thinking I should probably just talk to Fred first because he always knows what to do and this could really save me a panic attack.

I set my pen down and stood up, going over to Fred's office and knocked on the door lightly. "You don't ever need to knock Bee." Fred hummed from the other side. I smiled and pushed open the door, walking in to Freddie. He looked up from his desk and leaned back on his chair.

"Hi princess." He smirked. "What's up?"

"Um, I kinda need to talk to you." I said and sat down on his desk in front of him.

His hand wrapped around my calf, stroking his thumb against my skin. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"So my period is late." I mumbled.

"Is it?" He asked and I nodded. Of course he wasn't thinking like I was because he got a fucking vasectomy so how am I pregnant?

"And um, my boobs hurt."

"Finally growing?"

"I think I'm pregnant Fred."

That made the smirk drop and he sat up.

"Pardon?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I think I'm pregnant Fred. And before you say how, I don't know. Because I swear to god I never slept with anyone else. I am very loyal to your cock. But I think I'm pregnant. Really, I do. So... I just wanted to let you know." My cheeks were fucking burning. "Also, abortion is illegal so I'm either gonna die or I'm going to jail. Either way, you should probably start looking for Emmy's step-mum."

"Jesus Christ Bee." He said and stood up. My smile dropped when his tone wasn't playful.

"What...?" I asked and watched as he took a step away from me and took his phone out of his pocket, dialling a number. "Who are you calling?"

"Hi, this is Fred Weasley calling. I was wondering if Doctor Stanley was in the office today?" Fred asked in his formal tone. Doctor Stanley is our family doctor. "Thanks." He mumbled a second later and flicked his eyes back to me. I waited quietly on his desk. "Hi doctor Stanley, Fred Weasley. Would you happen to have any openings today? It's urgent." Oh shit. I guess Fred isn't taking this in a joking tone like me. "Yes, we can be there in 30 minutes. Thank you. See you soon." Then he hung up.