Spencer Pov
I looked around, I was surrounded by pregnant women. Who would have thought that Spencer Hasting would be having a baby now. I had planned my life perfectly I would finish high school, go to university, get married, have children and live an amazing life. But instead I am sitting in a waiting room with my best friends waiting for my turn. It has been one week since I found out im pregnant.
"Earth to Spencer its your turn." Hanna said. I gave her a small smile and got up and followed the doctor with my friends behind me. I got to the little room and sat down on the chair opposite the doctor the girls stood behind me as there were no more available chairs.
"Excuse me girls can I speak with Spencer Hastings alone please." The doctor requested. The girls all nodded and made there way out. "Okay Spencer how do you feel about being pregnant?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I mean what am I meant to say. I would never resort to abortion. I looked at the ground and then the doctor spoke again. "Spencer you have options. If you dont want to keep the child and there is adoption. We dont encourage these but if you think you will not be able to handle it we can do something about it."
I looked back up and then said "No don't worry im keeping the baby, can my friends come back in." The doctor nodded and opened the door letting Emily, Aria, and Hanna back into the room.
"Okay is the father off this child still envolved." The doctor asked patting the chair so I would sit on it.
"Yes" I said. The doctor gave me a small nodded and told me to lift my top up. I lifted my top up and the doctor applied some gel onto my stomach. "Okay lets see what we have here."
"Okay you have a blueberry." The doctor printed off the scan and placed it into my hand. The doctor wiped the gel off my stomach.
"So you need to come back in 1 months you are between two to three month pregnant, here are some flyers and websites if you want to check anything or brush up on what you know and you can be on your way."
I got off the chair and made my way out. "That was so weird with Hanna's or my scan you guy weren't sent out. What did she ask you?" Aria questioned.
"Oh just what options I have, like adoption or an abortion." I replied.
"Wait are you thinking of doing any of them." Emily asked.
"No... Of course not." I instantly replied.
"Maybe not an abortion but adoption, we won't judge you Spencer." Hanna said.
"No im sure dont worry." I said ressuringly.
We all made it to Emily's car and drove back to Hanna's house. Hanna had turned on the radio to channel KISS. They had the best songs. Hanna began to sing and we all joined her. We got home and there was another car parked in the area it wasn't mine or Aria's or Hanna's. We hopped out of the car cautiously and looked around to see who the car belonged to. The car was looked extremely expensive. It wasn't hanna's mums car she coming back in two or three days.
Hanna Pov
I unlocked the front door and the lights were on I looked around and no one was there. I then walked into the kitchen which had the lights on and saw it was my dads. The girls stood behind me while I wondered why he was standing in the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" I finally said breaking the silence. There was a sudden noise coming from upstairs I quickly went upstairs and heard my dad calling me from downstairs. I pushed the door open and there stood kate. Kate was my step sister and I hated her to bits. My dad stood behind me and put his hands on my shoulder I quickly brushed it away. "Whats going on? "
"Okay me and Isabell are having some problems finacially and you mother agreed to us staying here for a week or two." My dad cleared up. "And she said she is going to have to stay on her buisness trip a bit longer so we should keep and eye on you, Anyway we need to discuss other matters." He said sternly pointing at my stomach, kate began to giggle quietly.
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