The Bucket List

to be honest

Natasha knocks on my door the next day, and as I let her in, she grips onto her purse so tight that her knuckles are white.
Man, this must be really important.

"Hey." I say, as she sits down at kitchen table.

"Hi."

"Tea?"

"Sure." I set two full mugs of tea down on the table as she sits down.

"So what's going on?" I say.

"Well." She says, "I..." Her voice trails off. "I'm pregnant."

I feel my stomach drop from what I just heard.

"Oh." Is all I can manage to say.

"Almost four months."

"Does he know?"

"No."

"You have to tell him, Nat."

"I know, I just don't know how."

"We'll figure it out. Are you okay, Natasha?"

"Do I look like I'm okay?" She says, "I'm not ready to have a baby!" I'm seventeen! My parents are religious! Julian is great and all, but I don't know if he's fit to be a father yet."

"Okay, we'll take it one step at a time."

"Okay."

"Who else knows?"

"Nobody. You know I couldn't tell Addison and Rachel, they would tell everyone."

"Fair point."

"How do I tell him?"

"Okay, well, I think you just need to tell him, like how you just told me."

"Really?"

"I think... That it would be the best option."

"I can't."

"What?"

"I can't tell him."

"Natasha, do you want me to be supportive or stern?"

"Stern."

"Really? Wow, okay. Anyway, Natasha, you made this mess, you have to deal with the consequences. I can be there if you want me to, but honestly I think this is something you have to do on your own."

"You're right."

"So, when are you going to do it?"

"I don't know if I should wait until this mess with Rachel is cleared up or not."

"It's up to you, but I think you should tell him as soon as possible."

"I should?"

"If you feel more comfortable telling him later on, go right ahead. But just remember that it's going to be harder to hide as time goes on."

"I know."

"So, what's the verdict?"

"Tomorrow. I'll tell him tomorrow."

"Okay. Where?"

"Can you come with me to the hospital?" You don't have to be in the room when I tell him but I need you to be there, okay?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Thank you, Morgan." She says, standing up. She comes around the table as I stand up and then we hug each other. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"I know." I say, hugging her back. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she says, "I'm fine."

"You want to come to the hospital with me?"