I wake up alone in my huge bed- my eyes sore from the lack of sleep I've had. I mean, how can I sleep knowing that today I might find out I'm going to be a dad?

I throw on a pair of black skinny jeans which are torn badly at the knees, torn converse and a shirt.

I hear Anna in my ensuite, singing to herself as she washes, making me smile stupidly.

“Kids, breakfast!” Mom calls from the bottom of the stairs.

“Coming!” I call, throwing a few things in my school bag, making it seem like I'm genuinely going to school.

Anna walks out of the shower in a immaculate pair of denim skinnies, ballet pumps and a fitted shirt which makes her look more grown up than she actually is.

“Why are you using my bathroom?” I tease.

“I'm not in the mood this morning, Alex. Can we just get to the hospital?” Anna snaps.

I sigh, knowing that I haven't totally gotten 'my' Anna back.

Anna walks downstairs and dries her hair in the living room while I retrieve a slice of toast for us both.

“Are you sure you're ready for this, Anna?” Dad asks her as he hands Anna her brown paper lunch bag.

“As ready as I can be. It'll be fine, I've got Alex,” she assures, shooting me a weak smile.

“Can I take the car?” I ask, knowing it's a long shot “Anna isn't great with walking through crowds.”

“Of course,” Mom smiles, just glad to see elements of Anna back. She throws me the keys.

“Now go, or you're going to be late,” Peter hurries us, herding us both to the door, both of us still with huge mouthfuls of toast.

“See you later, Peterpan and Mommabear,” Anna chirps, trying to appear calm.

She gets into the family car, sitting in the front. I climb in the drivers seat and turn on the engine, looking at her.

“Don't,” she scolds, doing her hair and make-up as I drive.

“Why are you bothering with looking perfect?” I roll my eyes as I drive along the highway, trying to hide my excitement as to not scare Anna too much.

“Because I don't want them thinking I'm just another slut who can't use a condom. I want to look respectable. I'm kind of pissed you didn't make an effort, Lex,” she exhales heavily, showing she's stressed.

“Well I wasn't made aware there was a dress code. At the end of the day there's no dressing it up, you're a pregnant teenager. Who cares what anyone else thinks?” I laugh, not understanding why someone who never gave a fuck about how others perceived her now suddenly cares.

“I fucking care, Alexander,” she snaps as I park up “And I'm not pregnant.”

“Then why are we here?” I retort, trying to avoid a fight, but failing.

“Because I might be pregnant with my rapists child and I was his fucking spawn out of me ass soon as possible if I am,” she shouts, causing a scene as we walk across the parking lot.

My heart sinks as she talks about getting rid of it. I was never one for kids, but for some reason everything in me is telling me she is pregnant and to protect the little thing with my life.

I book us in, sending Anna to find two seats in the crowded waiting area.

“Sorry,” the receptionist apologizes “We're over-running on our older moms fertility clinic.”

I smile weakly and nod, showing I listened. I walk over to Anna and sit down, kissing her temple and gripping to her hand as she offers it to my through pure nerves.

“We might be here a while, these people are from the older moms fertility clinic,” I explain, looking down at her flat tummy.

“Great, not only am I stuck here for ages worrying about things like abortions, being pregnant and stuff, but now I'm going to be judged by a bunch of old people who can't have kids,” Anna sighs, clearly despairing.

I lean over and put my hand on her belly, knowing she needs someone and is allowing herself to be vulnerable with me.

“Don't,” she sighs, taking my hand off of it.

We sit in silence for well over an hour, watching women going into various small rooms- some coming out smiling, some crying.

“Miss. Brown?” The nurse who must be in her 50's calls, scanning the room.

I stand and help Anna up, leading her to the room where the nurse takes us.

“Have a seat,” she smiles, getting a folder of notes out “What can we do for you?”

I sit down, Anna sitting as close as possible, shaking in fear of what will happen next.

“I-I need a pregnancy test, ma'am,” Anna mumbles, using her best manners to not appear like another 'trashy' teenager.

“Oh dear,” the woman responds, getting a needle out “I'll do a blood test one for you. What on earth possessed you to have unprotected sex. I bet you feel like a silly little girl now. It's not all about playing happy families.”

“Excuse me,” I cut in, seeing Anna close to tears because of the nurses rudeness. “This baby is very much planned and very much loved. This is my child and my girlfriend, so I'd like you to respect us and our life choices.”

“Well let's hope for the benefit of this child, you're not pregnant,” she scoffs, taking a sample of blood from Anna's arm and disappearing out of the room.

“What an ignorant bitch,” I snap, my blood boiling.

Anna looks at me with a weak smile, applying pressure to her vein.

“Why did you do that? Why did you protect me? I thought you said I shouldn't care what people think of me because it doesn't matter,” Anna bites her lip slightly.

“I don't care what people think, but when they're being rude and hurtful about your life choices, I'm going to step in and defend you,” I explain, applying the pressure for her so she can relax a little.

“You didn't have to tell them you were my boyfriend and this possible baby is yours...” She laughs, clearly over-the-moon that I did, so she didn't have to explain what really happened.

“Well we're basically almost together,” I wink, playfully “And if you do have this baby I'd hope I would be like a dad to it.”

“I don't know, Alex, I just don't. We're so yo-”

“Positive,” the nurse snaps, as she walks back in, interrupting Anna.

“Huh?” Anna responds, her jaw dropping.

“You're pregnant. You got your baby,” the nurse rolls her eyes and shakes her head “Go and wait in the private room and I will have a midwife call you in for a scan.”

“Thank you, ma'am,” I smirk, leading Anna to the small 'bereavement' room, as instructed.

“Well this room is in bad taste,” I laugh after a few moments of silence.

Anna keeps her eyes locked on the floor, emotionless.

“I think it's quite fitting...” she mumbles, miserably.

“Why?” I ask, worried at her lack of excitement about the baby.

“Because I don't feel pregnant. If it was meant to be I'd feel like a Mommy. I'd love this baby and I'd talk to it and rub my tummy and let you kiss it and we'd both be as happy as you are. I came to the decision that my 'feeling' that I was pregnant was all in my head. I have no instinct or symptoms. I think the fact I haven't bonded with this baby is a sign. I- I want to get rid of it, Alex,” Anna whimpers, finally looking up at me.

“I'm not going to let you just act on impulse like this. I can't stop you aborting, but I can assure you if you don't we can work something out,” I beg, getting desperate because I know how stubborn she is.

“No, Alex. You can't stop me. You don't have to look at that kid, have it growing inside you, waking up to it at night, feeding it with the constant reminder of the worst night in my life,” she shouts, shaking uncontrollably.

Notes

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