Pregnant Little Liars

Late

Five days later
*Hanna's POV*

It's been almost a week since our last encounter with A in Brookhaven. Spencer has been doing some more research to try and figure out more about Ali's disappearance, but I have bigger problems at the moment...

I'm always hungry! I feel like I'm eating all the time! If I eat anymore I'm going to become fat, and I can't afford to be called 'Hefty Hanna' again! To make matters worse, I'm late. I've been late on my period before, but not this late. I'm nearly three weeks late!

I want so badly to believe that this just a result of switching my birth control medication, and my period will come any day now, but I can't. I know what Caleb and I did. At the time, I just didn't think of the consequences.

Flashback

"The storm sure is big." I said glancing outside.

"Yeah. Worst storm of the year for sure!" Caleb replied, lighting a fire in the fireplace. "Are you sure your mom won't mind me staying here until it passes?"

"Are you kidding? My mom's at a conference in New York, and she wouldn't care anyway! Plus we have the house all to ourselves." I said smiling down at him.

"Okay!" Caleb said brushing the ash off his hands.

"I'll be right back." I said heading upstairs. I wanted to change into something a little more comfortable. I opened my drawers, and grabbed a pair of sweats. I slipped them on and headed back downstairs.

As I entered the drawing room, Caleb was sitting by the fire. I took a seat next to him, and cuddled close to him. We sat in silence for a while, staring at the fire, and occasionally making out.

"I'm getting warm." Caleb said, and pulled off his t-shirt in one swift movement. I stared in awe at his bare chest. He looked at me.

"How can you not be hot in that thick sweatshirt?" he asked with a sly grin. I decided I was getting pretty warm after all, so I pulled off my sweatshirt, revealing my black lacy bra.

Caleb wrapped his arms around me, and started kissing my neck and chest. I kissed him back. His fingers made their way to my back, and he unhooked my bra, letting it fall limp to the floor.
Then without thinking, my fingers trailed down to his belt buckle. I toyed with it for a while, until the belt gave way. Then he leaned forward, and I fell back against the sofa. He fell on-top of me and fumbled down in his jeans.

"Do you have protection?" I asked out of breath. He stopped kissing me immediately. His face fell and he shook his head. I shrugged and kissed him anyway. One time wouldn't hurt right?

End of flashback

I was wrong.

I feel sick just thinking about it, and race into the bathroom. I flush my vomit down the toilet, and burst into tears. I'm so stupid! Why did I ever think I could get away with something like that?

Later

Hot tears blur my vision, and I try to concentrate on the road. I glance over towards the pregnancy tests wrapped in a plastic shopping bag on the front seat. I decided I had to know the truth. Even though I don't want to believe it, I have to come to terms that I might be pregnant. I pull into the driveway, hop out of the car, and open the front door.

I can barley see, because I'm crying so hard, as I somehow manage to make it to the bathroom upstairs. Once I'm safely inside, with the door locked behind me, I open the tests and take them. I can't bare to leave it sit for two minutes untouched, so instead I stare at it intently at it until the results
appear.

After what feels like ages, two red lines appear. I anxiously wait for one to disappear, but it doesn't.

I throw the plastic stick across the bathroom floor, and cry on the edge of the bathtub holding onto my stomach. I'm pregnant. I'm going to be a parent. I have a living breathing thing inside of me. A million thoughts roll around in my head. I have the urge to throw up again just thinking about it.

A little later the front door opens. I know that means my my mom's home from work, and I have to tell her, but how the hell am I supposed to tell her I'm pregnant with Caleb's baby?

"Hanna?" my mom calls from downstairs. "Hanna are you home?" I try to silence my sobs, but I can't.

"Hanna!" My mom's panicked cry floats from the bottom of the stairs. I know she can hear me crying. Footsteps thunder up the stairs, and I can hear my bedroom door open.

"Hanna?" my mom calls. Then she rushes to the bathroom. The door handle jiggles. Intense knocking comes after.

"Hanna?" My mom calls, her voice is laced with panic. "Hanna please open up!" She bangs on the door even harder.

Finally I gather enough courage and strength to get up. I walk over to the door and open it, still crying. My mom looks at my tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes with confusion, worry, and compassion.

"Hanna what's..." Her voice stops, and she looks from the packaging on the vanity, to the plastic stick laying on the floor.

"Oh Hanna." She exclaims, embracing me in a hug.

"I'm so sorry. It will be okay baby." My mom assured me, but I can tell by the slight crack in her voice that she is on the verge of tears. I cry in her arms for what feels like forever.

"What am I going to do?" I ask her between sobs. My mom rubs my back gently and sighs.

"I don't know, Han."