Theresa's POV:
I haven't talked or seen Dean in 3 weeks. I'm pregnant & I don't know what to do. I know I'm not aborting it. I don't believe in abortion. This is all my fault! I should have told him to use a condom. But I didn't think of it. I was so drunk! No, I'm not gonna blame the alcohol.
I have to tell Dean. OMG, he's gonna hate me. He's gonna deny that it's his baby. I know it's his cause I haven't been with anyone man since that night with him. I'm going to text him. He probably won't answer me. Here goes nothing.
Me: Dean?
Dean: Yes?
Me: I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you for 3 weeks. I have some news to tell you. Do you think you could meet me somewhere or come over to my place?
Dean: I'll come over to your place. Is everything okay?
Me: Just hurry, please?
Dean: Okay. Okay. I'm on my way.
15 minutes later he shows up to my apartment.
Dean: *knocking at the door*
Me: Coming!
Dean: *walks in & takes his jacket off* So, what's going on?
Me: I don't know how to say this. I don't know how I feel. It all happened so unexpectedly.
Dean: *confused* What are you talking about?
Me: Dean, I'm--I'm.
Dean: Your what?
Me: I'm pregnant, Dean. *starts crying*
Dean: *shocked & walks over to me & holds me tight* It's okay. How far along are you? I'm in this with you. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. *kisses my forehead*
Me: *sighs & wipes my face* I'm 3 weeks pregnant.
Dean: *sighs* Why did you ignore me? Why didn't you come to me?
Me: *bluntly* I didn't think you'd believe me.
Dean: *looks me in the eyes* I still would have believed you. It's okay. I'm here & I'm not going anywhere. *starts kissing me*
