Steff McKee Pretty in Pink Warning: Pregnancy; Cursing
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"Hey... Steff...?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember when we had sex, like... two weeks ago?"
"Yes...?"
"Did you wear a condom?"
He immediately rushed into the bathroom where I stood at the sink, positive pregnancy test in hand. He didn't look at it, but looked at me worriedly in the mirror, "Yes... why...?"
"I, uhm... Look..."
I held the test out to him and he snatched it from me, turning his back on me and going back to his bedroom. I followed, and he sat down on the bed, staring at the test numbly. We had only recently graduated high school, and were actually getting married in a few months. He ran his fingers through his hair and put a cigarette to his lips, staring at the test stupidly, "How the fuck...? You're on the pill, aren't you?!"
"I am! You went with me to get more birth control pills just the other day, Steff! Neither of us wanted this, and we were careful to have it not happen! Maybe the condom had a hole or something!"
"Shit, man... shit! What are we gonna do about college now, huh?"
I shrugged, "We can always get an abor-"
"No! No, we are not doing that. I don't mind you havin' a kid, but... it'll make shit tough. People are gonna spread rumors that this is why we're actually getting married and... I don't know how to be a dad."
"Well, you have nine months to learn, dickweed."
"Hey, watch the language, we have a kid now."
I sat down quietly next to him on the bed, "So... You're gonna stay with me? Through everything?"
He scoffed, "Course I am. I'm an asshole, but I'm not gonna abandon you. That shit's just fucked up. Look, we are gonna get through this, and every step of the way, we'll take together." He walked over to the phone and picked it up, looking to me, "Who do you wanna tell first? Your folks or mine?"
I stood up, "Well, we should go to the doctor first... You know, just to make sure..."
"Oh... of course..."
"But... What if we end up not having a kid...?"
"Well, if we do, I'm by your side every step of the way. If we don't, that's fine too, and we can wait until after we're married to risk anything again." He slid on a jacket, and looked to me with raised brows, "You coming?"
"Wait, we're going now?"
He shrugged, "Well, I wanna know if I'm gonna have the honor of being a dad or not, so yeah. We can wait, if you want, but I'm kind of excited to know for sure..."
I pulled on some shoes and grabbed his hand, "Can I drive?"
"Hell no!"
"Fine. Which doctor are we going to?"
"My father."
"Fuck no!"
"Language."
I grumbled and he opened my door for me before getting in on his side. As we were moving, he looked to me, "If it's a boy, can we name his Steff, but with a 'ph' instead of the 'f's?"
I chuckled, "Already thinking of names?"
He smiled a little, "Well, it's kind of exciting. I've never been a dad before."
"Well, yeah, I hope not Steff, you're only 20."
He clicked his tongue at me, and when we pulled up to his fathers office, he stopped me before I got out. He leaned over, and pushed his lips to mine, "I love you. You know that, right? And... I'm sorry for accidentally getting you pregnant."
I kissed his cheek, "Don't apologize. We couldn't have prevented it. Plus, it might be a good thing."
"Maybe."
He moved to get out and I grabbed his hand, making him look at me. I smiled a little, "And Steff, I love you too." He beamed cutely at me and came over to open my door for me. This was bound to be interesting.
