Backstage One Shots (Open Requests)

Oh Baby! (Miles and Kit)

KIT'S POV

"Shit." I mutter to myself as my hands shakily hold the positive pregnancy test.

I'm pregnant. I can't believe it. It was only one night, who knew that just one night could lead to so much trouble?

Of course I know who the father is, how could I not? He was my first, my only, and the one I thought I fell in love with. He's also the school player, the guy who throws away relationships like he throws away paper, and the guy who made me think that he actually cared about me.

I can't help but break down into a raging fit of sobs. I'm all alone. I have to raise this baby all by myself. Of course my first thought goes to abortion, but when I look down at my stomach, I know I can't do that. I have to keep this baby, but I have no idea how.

My family isn't the richest, but Miles's is. That's the problem. If only he could help me, this child might actually have a somewhat decent life. I don't want it to end up like me. My parents can barely afford to send Scarlett and I to Keaton, so how are they going to pay for a whole other child?

I toss the pregnancy test into the trash, and quietly slip into bed, slowly and painfully crying myself to sleep.

The next day I wake up with the painful realization that morning sickness is a real thing, and it sucks. Scarlett notices my sudden vomiting and immediately rushes in.

"Kit, are you okay?"

"I'm... just sick."

"Oh, well I hope you feel better soo- wait! Is that a pregnancy test? Kit?"

I break into yet another fit a sobs and I can almost feel her disappointment. I've disappointed everybody, mostly myself. I can't believe I've messed everything up.

"Kit, who's the father?" She asks as she soothingly rubs my back.

"You don't wanna know."

"Kit, please. Just tell me."

"Miles."

She doesn't say anything. She just sighs.

"I know this must be incredibly hard for you Kit, especially since it's Miles, but you need to tell him. Okay?"

Although I know she's right, it still takes quite an effort to nod.

I continue to get ready for school, and slip on one of my tank tops that I know won't fit my growing stomach for much longer.

The walk to school seems longer than it ever has, and the world appears disturbingly more bland and colorless than usual.

I finally arrive and step through the class doors. I see him. Him. Miles. The father of my unborn child. I gather up the faint amount of courage I have left, and slowly make my way over to him.

"Hey um Miles, can I talk to you for a second?" I ask.

"Yeah definitely babe." He smirks and shoos away his friends.

"Do you want a relationship?" I blurt out.

He bursts into a sickly fit of laughter.

"Sweetheart, do you even know me? I don't do relationships. I will do you though." He replies with a wink at the end.

"Are you kidding me? I literally let you take my virginity and now you just want to brush it off like it's no big deal?!"

"You should've known what you were getting yourself into."

"I was drunk, and so were you. Neither of us knew what we were doing that night."

"Well sorry princess. That's just how I roll."

"You really want nothing to do with me?"

"Well that's not true exactly..."

"I mean relationship wise."

"Well on that note, yes. There's no way we would ever have a relationship."

"Have you ever gotten a girl pregnant before?"

"Obviously not. I'm smart enough to use protection, and they're smart enough to be on the pill. I have a clean record."

"Well that clean record of yours is gone now, because I'm pregnant. With your baby!" I exclaim, and storm off.

A small part of me hopes he'll call my name, or run after me, but that kind of stuff only happens in movies. It never happens in the sad reality of real life.

Tears rush down my cheeks as I make my way to first period and attempt to go about my daily routine, acting like everything's fine. But it's not.

~ 3 Weeks Later ~

After school I get myself ready to go to my weekly appointment to get my ultrasound. Once I'm dropped off at the clinic, I walk into my usual doctor's room and sit on the hospital bed and wait for the appointment to start.

My doctor walks in shortly after I sit down, but I have to resist the urge to throw up when Miles comes right after her.

"Miles! Why are you here?" I ask.

"I'm the father. Aren't I allowed to come check on my child?" He replies.

"Is he allowed to be here?" I ask my doctor.

"Since he's the biological father, yes." She replies.

All I can do is groan in response.

After doing all of the tests and ultrasounds, the doctor looks at me with a smile.

"Looks like you're going to have a healthy baby girl!" She exclaims.

It takes all of the strength inside of me not to pass out from complete shock. There's a baby girl growing inside me, and I'm going to be the mom. I'm only fifteen years old!

I smile in response, and I grab my things to leave, Miles trailing close behind me.

"Kit wait!" He calls.

"What do you want?" I snap.

"I'm sorry. About everything."

"It's a little too late for that."

"No, please Kit. I really am sorry. I was stupid and afraid before, but I want to be there for you and our daughter. I love you."

"You love me?"

"Of course I do. I know we were only together for that one night, but you weren't like the rest. Something about you caught my attention, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since. Please forgive me, I'll do everything I can to help our family."

"Does that mean you'll give me a back massage when I get home?"

"Deal."