Fifty-Two Weeks

six

Scarlett

"Done." I huffed, flopping down on our new armchair. The loose strands of hair from my pony tail framed my face and clung to my sweaty forehead. We had just finished unpacking the last box of movies, which was also the last box in general. Meaning we had officially moved in, even if it took two weeks.

"Miss Scarlett Pierce you are now co-owner of your first apartment how do you feel?" Jess spoke as though she were a reporter, complete with fake microphone made from a tv remote.

"Tired." I grumbled, curling up with the decorative pillow.

"I'm sure you are baby mama." Jess teased, making me giggle.

"Please don't make that my new nickname." I groaned. I already had enough to worry about without having the world know I was pregnant.

"We're all settled in now, it's time to talk." She stated, "Have you thought about it at all, like are you going to keep it?" She pressed, putting her serious tone on. "It might be too late to abort it..." I gasped.

"Jessica, you know I could never do that. This baby is going to be born and loved, whether it's by me," I sighed, sealing my eyes shut, "or another family."

"You're thinking about adoption?" Jess asked, her eyes were wide with concern and anxiety.

"Well I don't know. Maybe. I just want what's best and I'm not the prime candidate." I gulped. My palms were sweaty and the lump in my throat seemed gigantic. I knew giving this baby up would be next to impossible.

"Scarlett." Jess stood up and sat on the armrest beside me, stroking my hair softly. "This baby deserves you. It's mother. No one else will be able to love it half as much as you will." She soothed, hugging me close. She was right, I already loved the little life inside me even if I only knew about it a week ago. "There's someone else who should be involved in your decision." She spoke softly, and she was right. Ashton was just as much entitled to this baby's life as I was, even if the decision was ultimately mine.

"Should I tell him tonight? I feel like that's a lot to take in over skype or a phone call." I asked nervously, the possibilities of his reactions ran over and over in my mind. He could decide to be this baby's father and be involved completely. Or, he could say to hell with it and leave.

"It is a lot to take in. I don't think a skype date is the best way to tell him either, maybe you could wait for one of his Australian gigs and tell him then?" She suggested, trying to give me hope and support. It was times like this that I was glad I had her in my life.

"But, that's not for another six weeks and by then I'll be in the second trimester." I sighed, bringing my hand to my forehead in exasperation.

"Well, you might be showing by then and he'll probably figure it out before you even tell him." She smiled, poking my still flat belly. "What if you just told his mum?" She offered, and I groaned. I hadn't even told my parents, let alone had I thought about telling his.

"Can I tell my mom first?" I let out a shaky breath, knowing this wouldn't go over well.

"Of course. Why don't you invite her and your dad over for dinner tonight?" Jess suggested and I nodded in agreement. "I'll cook, you just sit there and worry about what you're going to say." She kissed my forehead and bounced into the kitchen.

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"...but don't worry I'll raise it on my own dime and I already have my own apartment. You won't have to worry about a thing." I concluded my speech to my stunned parents. I hadn't been able to make eye contact with them once, but now that I had rambled on for over ten minutes it seemed necessary. I looked up only to find a smile making it's way on my mothers face, and my father looking unphased.

"I'm going to be a grandma?" My mother smiled, her blue eyes twinkled. I nodded, exhaling a breath I had been holding in. She reached across the table and took my hands in hers, "I love you. I always will, and you'll always be my little girl. But now you're growing your own little boy or girl inside you. I wish you had waited, and you know being a mother at nineteen will be hard right?" I nodded again, although by the time little squirt was born I'd be twenty. "You can do it." She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it.

"Dad?" I looked upon his emotionless face, hoping to find any trace of feelings.

"How can you raise a baby without it's father? Did you even consider the fact that Ashton will be gone for months at a time? Hell, he isn't even here to experience you being pregnant." He pushed himself away from the table and stormed to the front door, "I never raised you to be this type of girl." He sighed and stormed out. I stood there in shock. My own father just left me for carrying his future grandchild.

"I'm so sorry, he's just not able to wrap his head around this right now. Give him time my love, he'll change." My mother wrapped her arms around me and whispered her comforting words.

"He's right." I spoke with no emotion.

"No, no sweetheart he's not." She sighed, tucking my stray hairs behind my ear.

"No, he is. Ashton won't be around for this child, he doesn't even know I'm pregnant. How could I have been so stupid to think this would work? It never will. It's not like he can pause his whole tour for me, that's not fair. Not fair on him, on me, on their fans, on this baby." I rambled.

"That doesn't mean he won't love the child." Jess attempted to comfort me. "I'm sure he'll step up to the plate once you tell him."

"If I tell him." I corrected her.

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((Also this would be week ten meaning Scar is two and a half months pregnant))

I love you all so much and I'm sorry for this filler type chapter but you have to think about what happens in reality. It's never just one major event to the next to the next then the end. You have to make stops along the way :~)