Give it a chance

undermined miracle

<AN: I know, I know.. it's been so frickin long since I've updated and I'm so terribly sorry! I have been crazy busy with school and such and haven't had an ounce of time to do anything but work and sleep. I miss writing and would love to continue. I write for other fandoms too and might be uploading some more fanfics/stories sometime. Y'all should check Em out! Anyways, here's the latest update of Aria and Emmett's lovestory.>

August 7th, 2017 at approximately 8:45 pm, I just happened to be stuck in the bathroom of my two story house of which I shared with my equally deaf family. Wasn't a huge concern of mine to be caught, for they wouldn't hear me nor would they barge in on my privacy like this. I stared down at the object in my hands, it'd cost maybe 2 bucks, but boy oh boy, did it hold one helluva wakeup call. A magenta pink plus sign, flared up at me from the small pregnancy test I held in my hand, my utterly frozen, shaking hands. I didn't know what to think.. or even feel! For fucksake, I had a living, breathing fetus developing in my body right at this very moment! My mind reeled and rolled with countless worries and stresses and concerns, but the main and most pro-dent thought and feeling of all... fear. I was utterly terrified. My parents, they'd me mad, upset, maybe even worried even, but they'd support me... because that's how it's always been with my family. It's just how it flowed. But Emmett. In the short time span of a few months, his senior year-My junior year had ended, and he had graduated.. heading to Carlton's career college for the deaf school, which luckily was local and I could still see him tons. He had college stress, as well as work stress now.. he wouldn't like this.. he wouldn't want this. I... I didn't even know if I wanted- no. Too little, too late, Aria. This... this thing, whether a little boy or girl, was mine! My baby, mine and emmett's and whether Emmett chose to be apart of it's life, I would be here for this angel no matter what. No, I'm definitely not ready... I'm utterly fucking terrified and honestly feel sick the more I look down at this little pink plus sign.. but it's here for a reason.  God's plan... it's gotta be that. I sighed, and put the little pregnancy test back in the store bought box to disguise its glowing pink plus sign, before I put my head in my hands. I hadn't even realized I was crying until I felt the tears, dampen the skin on my small cold hands.. I was scared.. not necessarily of bringing this baby into the world, tho I was, but more so the feeling of terror and worry that the thought of showing or telling Emmett that I'm pregnant. The realization rung thru my head like a churchbell on Sunday morning, and I whimpered, the sound almost childlike, trying to stay quiet.. for no good reason, my family couldn't hear me cry.. but still. I hated this.. hated feeling weak... vulnerable. I took a shaky breathe, before standing and flushing the toilet as well as going to wash my hands at the sink, my eyes raised to stare at my own reflection. My hair, shoulder length now, id gotten it cut over the summer, wearing only skinny jeans, and a hoodie of Emmett's. It was near the end of August and finally starting to cool down in temperature. I glanced down at my stomach in the mirror, and searched for any sign of this ultimately terrifying thing being true. Non. My stomach still the same size it's always been. I grabbed the box and made sure any evidence to be found was taken with me, as I scurried to my room, grabbing my phone from the charger and texting Emmett.. "hey.. Emmett, can we hangout today, got something important we need to talk about." I tossed my phone on the bed as I sat down and sunk into the mattress.. I was debating whether or not I should tell him...I was terrified he'd leave me, that he'd take one look at me after I told him and run.. I took a deep breathe.. as I heard my phone ding rather loudly, I glanced at the screen. "Sure, babygirl.. meet you at your place in ten?" He had sent one of this little happy go lucky emojis which made the burden of telling him about the little... miracle growing in my stomach all the more sour in my throat. I just left him on read, to signal that yes that is what I wanted as I laid back, my vision on the ceiling.