So, I had this idea in my storage for a year and I didn't even know I had written five chapters for it! I guess since I've finished BTINH, I might as well post it. I love working on Kennash and Frary stories at the same time, they inspire the other. So, this story is about Kenna and Bash co-parenting following a positive pregnancy test. Also includes Frary because I love them and I'll never forgive Laurie for ruining my two ships and sinking them to the bottom of the ocean. Ever. So enjoy!

"Please say 'negative. Please say 'negative'..."

Kenna picks the test up and blinks in shock. It's the complete opposite of what she wanted and she lets out a curse, quickly checking the other two that show the same result.

Positive - 3+ weeks.

"No, no, no, no, no..." She chants, wrapping the tests up in toilet paper and throwing them into the first drawer of the bathroom sink. "Shit."

Her heart is loud in her ears and she stares at herself in the mirror, eyes wide in disbelief and fear.

She can't be pregnant. She is only seventeen, just literally turned seventeen not that long ago at the beginning of the year.

She calculates when she last had her period, but then she realises that she wasn't that bothered about missing her period. She had many times before, due to stress or something or another. She determines that she's roughly eight weeks pregnant because that was the last time she had sex.

Her phone bleeps on the surface and she picks it up, seeing a text from her mother saying that she and her father will be late home. That dinner's in the fridge, she should do her homework and go to bed at her usual time.

She doesn't bother replying as she washes her face and hands, and grabs her phone, heading to her bedroom to prepare her school stuff for the next day. Until she works out what she will do, she'll act as if everything is normal.

School, Football, Swimming, home.

Kenna starts to shake as she opens her Maths homework. Tears slip down her cheeks and she feels so ashamed and disappointed in herself.

Her friends had warned her repeatedly that she'll need to be careful when it came to sex. Now, look where she was.

Turning her attention to her phone instead, she searches for the number she rarely uses. Only a few rare times when she wondered if Mary was with Francis because the girl wouldn't answer her calls or text, but nothing other than that. A few celebratory greetings as well if it was a New Year or Christmas or a birthday.

Now the number belongs to the father of her unborn baby. The unborn baby she can't get rid of because she's Catholic and she would be shamed and shunned from society, a disappointment to her family's good name.

She is seventeen, unwed and now, a mother-to-be.

{To Bash: Can we meet somewhere? x}

When she doesn't get a reply immediately, she returns her attention to her homework and forgets about her situation for the time being. She needs to score high marks in this homework so she knows that her future's secured when she does the same hard work for her exams in the Summer.

Will she still be able to go to school? What if everyone makes fun of her? They all knew she was sexually active, she didn't dispute it if she was honest. Even the boys equivalent of her private school had made jeers that they'd slept with her.

She digs her nails into her palms and lets out a sob. When will she ever learn?

Jumping, she glances down at her phone that beeps with the notification that she's got a text.

{From Bash: Why?}

She curses, running her fingers through her hair.

{To Bash: Let me rephrase. We NEED to talk so can we meet somewhere? x}

{From Bash: I'm home, you can come over.}

Before she leaves, she finishes the rest of her homework and resorts her things out for school, leaving her Football and Swimming kits by her school bag, blazer and tie. Then, she heads into the bathroom and collects the tests.

When she's done, she slips her coat on and leaves her house, shouting to her older brothers that she'll be back before bedtime the latest.

Kenna hasn't got her driver's licence yet, she is immature enough to think about practising how to drive so she politely asks her family's chauffeur if he could kindly drop her off and wait.

"It is cold..." Mortimer trails off, eyeing the now iced fountain in her family's estate driveway. "Give me the address."

...

Bash hands her a mug of hot chocolate, sitting down across from her with his black tea and crossing his arms. He looks slightly annoyed and taken back at her insistence to talk. But he waits patiently and watches her as she sips from the mug, not meeting his eyes.

"Where's Francis?" She asks first, knowing that the only reason the blonde could live in England for school was if he stayed with Bash. Bash is twenty, he could be his legal guardian.

"With Mary, as usual," Bash replies, sighing. "They went to watch a movie. But I know that's not why you texted. To know about my brother's whereabouts."

Kenna swallows deeply, finally meeting his eyes as she says, "I am pregnant, Bash." It's best to rip the plaster off.

His initial reaction is shock and his eyes widen. Then they fall and he frowns, looking away. Then there's anger and that quickly disappears before settling on fear and anxiety.

"No... I..." He stammers, leaning forward to rub his face. "Shit."

"That's what I said," she says lightly.

"Are you sure?"

"I have the three tests to prove it," she whispers, bringing them out of her pocket to show him.

Bash picks them up, reading them and nodding in confirmation. "And it's definitely mine?" He asks, slightly dubious.

She glares at him. "Don't look at me like that. I haven't slept with anyone else around that time," she snaps defensively.

He curses again. "Okay. Whatever you decide, I'll back you."

Kenna nods. "Well, we know one option is out of the question..."

"Adoption?"

"I don't know," she mumbles. "It's my, well our kid. I don't want to feel like there's a part of me out there in the world and I'll never be in its life. Telling my parents... they will kill me."

Bash scoffs. "My parents couldn't care less," he tells her, slipping out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He eyes her reaction of distaste. "I know, I'm trying to stop, but... do you mind if I...?"

"Not at all," Kenna says. "If I smoked, I'd need two packs myself after this news. Not that I would smoke pregnant-"

"I get it," he says, smiling a little before lighting the cigarette up. "So, you want to keep it?"

Kenna shrugs. "But another issue... We're Catholic, Bash. I am not overly devout, but I still respect and follow my religion to an extent. I'll be an unwed mother and shunned out of society. I can't even face school or Church-"

"I didn't think about that."

"Exactly," she whispers. "Because you're a guy. You can easily say you want nothing to do with this baby and I'll be the one with the growing bump and my sins will be visible for all to see..." She runs her fingers through her hair.

Bash closes his eyes. "Our sins," he says, taking a draw from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out.

"Are you sure you want to take credit?" She asks dubiously. "I don't mind if you don't want anything to do with me. We're not even that close of friends. We met as kids and I stayed at your house every other Summer with Mary... You loved her and well, I was a drunken one-night-stand. Probably a rebound, but either way I am pregnant now."

"I am so sorry-"

"It's fine," she says, cutting him off sharply but then she softens guiltily. "A-Are you angry with me? I read your face and-"

"No, I'm angry at myself. I never meant to put you in this position," Bash quickly says. "As I said, if you want me to help you, I will. I've got money, this place is probably big enough to raise a kid for now, whatever you want I'll support you."

Kenna looks up, eyes wide. "Even if I told you I wanted an abortion?"

"D-Do you?" He asks nervously.

"No. Just... hypothetically," she tells him.

He slowly nods. "Even if you want to get rid of our... of the baby."

She sighs in relief. "Okay. I don't, just to be clear. I guess I want this baby."

"All that's left is to tell your parents," Bash replies.

Kenna lets out a groan. "Fuck. They'll kick me out, I'm sure about it."

"Should I be with you when you tell them?" He asks kindly.

"If you want," she says, biting her lip. "I don't want to inconvenience you."

"Don't be stupid. If anyone's done that, it's me to you."

She lets out a soft chuckle. "Thank you. Uh, tomorrow then? I'll have to go to my clubs after school, but dinner should be a good time to let them know."

"Should I wear a suit?" He asks lightly.

She gives him a soft smile, getting up. "If you bring a ring, they might not go so hard on me," she replies, just as jovially.

"Stay. For dinner," he requests, putting his cigarette out. "We ought to get to know each other considering we're having a baby."

Kenna swallows deeply and considers the invitation. After a while, she texts her driver to go home and pick her up at half eight. She then unzips her jacket and hangs it over her seat, rubbing her arms through her black sweater as the cold hits them.

"I hope you like steak - it's well done," Bash says, getting up to open the oven. "I was going to be greedy and have Francis's as well since he said he'll eat out, but you can have it."

"Thanks," she says, walking over to the wall mirror to inspect her non-existent bump.

She places a hand on it, silently saying 'goodbye' to her thin figure which could still fit the skinny jeans she wore. She certainly won't be as sexy as she is now when her bump gets bigger and she gains weight.

"Can I feel it?"

She jumps, not expecting Bash to be staring at her as she nods. "I haven't really acknowledged it. I only found out today. Go ahead though."

"Understandable," is his reply as he places a hand under hers. "I bet it's the size of a pea or thereabouts."

She clicks her tongue thoughtfully. "Do you want to know?"

"I guess."

She gestures to his iPad and he picks it up, unlocking it for her. She then types out 'eight weeks pregnant' into the search engine and selects the first result, waiting for the page to load.

"Oh my God, it's like the size of a raspberry. Wow," she says, giggling. "I'll need to see my GP and get all that sorted."

"You say all of this as if you've told your parents and aren't hiding this," Bash tells her carefully.

Tears slip down her cheeks. "I guess I should. Since I'm going to try and continue my clubs until I have to stop... I have no idea what I'm doing..." She says, looking through the website. "You'll need to stop smoking if you're hanging out with me."

"Done."

She laughs wryly and then it suddenly is all too real for her. What the fuck am I doing? "Maybe this... isn't a smart idea. Perhaps adoption is better and-"

"Kenna, as I said, I'll be down for what you want. But I think we can do this," Bash says carefully. "It could be... Don't we always say that everything happens for a reason? That the universe has a plan? That-"

"I get it," she cuts him off, laughing. "You're right. You and I both know we used protection, but if it happened then it's meant to be and I should use that as an argument point against my parents."

Bash laughs, bringing her in for a hug. "Are we doing this?"

"We are."

"Okay."

"Okay."