DISCLAIMER: 7th Heaven is not mine! I lovest that show though. I wish I owned some of los muchachos in that show. Esp. Simon, but if I can't have him, GO CECILIA! The title for this chappie comes from a song by the Carpenters.
MY NOTES: If you have this deep desire to have Martin and Cecilia together, go read another story, because this baby is all S&C. This is my first 7th Heaven fic. I've written a few in the "Remember the Titans" universe. So if you like my writing, check out my others. Hope you like. If you review (which I hope you do!) Please be sure to point out both good and bad things so I can improve my writing style... Oh, teen pregnancy is a serious thing...
DEDICATION: I know I already dedicated a fic to you, but this one's for you, Shan! Thanks for inspiring me to write a 7th Heaven fic!
~Chapter 1: Rainy Days and Mondays~
Simon Camden couldn't believe this was happening to him. He and Cecilia Smith had only slept together once, and now his life was over. He had thought about talking to his parents about wanting to have sex. But he hadn't, against his better judgement. And now he wished he had.
He was 16 years old, and he was going to be a father. As his arms surrounded a sobbing Cecilia, he felt numb. "It's OK," he said, the words coming from his mouth without his thinking about it. He was just going through the motions of comforting her, as his own heart was falling to the floor. Why him? He just couldn't believe this. He'd only slept with her once. And he knew guys who'd slept with ten different girls a hundred different times and never had one kid.
Cecilia's dad was gonna kill him. Completely murder him.
He needed to talk to somebody. And not, Cecilia. He needed to talk to a guy, preferrably Matt. Why did Matt have to be gone? He had gone to visit his fianceé, Sarah, and Simon was desperate to talk to him.
Simon pulled back to look at Cecilia's tear-streaked face. He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her face away. "No, Simon," she said softly, pushing him a way gently. "This is how we got in this mess in the first place."
He nodded, and watched her turn to leave. "I love you, Cecilia."
The only answer she gave was a nod.
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Matt got home at 11:45, and was heading to bed when Simon knocked on his bedroom door. "Who is it?" Matt called as he pulled his T-shirt over his head.
"Simon. I need to talk."
"Come in."
Simon opened the door and walked in, sitting down on the bed.
"What's up?" Matt asked absently.
"I...uh...I did something...something really stupid and...and now I don't know what to do. I can't fix it or...or take it back...and...and I..."
"Whoa!" Matt interrupted, running a hand through his hair. "Define 'something stupid.'"
"I don't want to talk about WHAT I did."
"Well, Simon, I can't help you if I don't know what's up."
Simon looked down at his bare feet. "I...I made a BIG mistake. And now...Now Cecilia's...we're...she's having a baby...My baby." Tears filled Simon's eyes and he fought to keep them from falling.
Matt's face registered shock, and his voice stopped working.
Simon couldn't look at his brother. He knew he was disappointed in him. Crap, Simon was disappointed in himself. He wished there was someone else to blame, but there wasn't. There was just himself to blame.
Matt finally regained his composure, and asked, "Are you OK?"
"No. Why would I be OK? I'm 16. I'm not ready to be a father..."
Matt couldn't believe that he was looking at the former president of the National Bank of Simon, the little boy who'd prayed for a dog until Happy came along, the little boy who'd once believed he was shrinking. His little brother was the fater of a child.
"What do I do, Matt?" Simon asked, his eyes pleading with his big brother, whose advice had always meant so much to him.
Matt couldn't stand the look Simon was giving him. It was a silent plea for help, for a help Matt couldn't give. Up until now, everything Simon had needed help with had been a "been-there-done-that" for Matt. But not this time. This was Simon's very own mess. One that only he and Cecilia could deal with.
A part of Matt wanted to rant and rave at Simon. To say, "What were you thinking?" That was the protective big brother part of him. But the loving big brother part of him took control first, and Matt sat beside Simon and put his arm around him. "It's gonna be OK, Simon. I know it will."
Simon sniffled. "How?"
"I don't know. But I know you'll figure it out."
Simon nodded. "I guess so..." he said, half-heartedly. He wasn't sure he would figure it out . But he needed to be strong. Before long, he would be looking at a tiny person who depended on him completely. He couldn't be weak then.
He walked out of Matt's room and noticed Ruthie walking out of the bathroom. "Hi, Simon," she whispered to her big brother. She could tell something was wrong. He had been crying, and it took alot to make Simon cry. She knew better to ask him about it at the moment, but she decided to ask him about it the next day.
Simon wanted to go away. Far far away, where he would never have to face Cecilia's family, or his own.
But he wouldn't leave Cecilia with the sole responsibility for a mistake they'd made together.
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Cecilia was lying in bed, wide awake, her face buried in her pillow so her dad wouldn't hear her sobs.
She put her hand over her lower abdomen. She tried to convince herself that under her hand was a tiny life. That inside of her was Simon's child. And that her life would never be the same.
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A/N: You know that little purple button is calling your name. So click it!
MY NOTES: If you have this deep desire to have Martin and Cecilia together, go read another story, because this baby is all S&C. This is my first 7th Heaven fic. I've written a few in the "Remember the Titans" universe. So if you like my writing, check out my others. Hope you like. If you review (which I hope you do!) Please be sure to point out both good and bad things so I can improve my writing style... Oh, teen pregnancy is a serious thing...
DEDICATION: I know I already dedicated a fic to you, but this one's for you, Shan! Thanks for inspiring me to write a 7th Heaven fic!
~Chapter 1: Rainy Days and Mondays~
Simon Camden couldn't believe this was happening to him. He and Cecilia Smith had only slept together once, and now his life was over. He had thought about talking to his parents about wanting to have sex. But he hadn't, against his better judgement. And now he wished he had.
He was 16 years old, and he was going to be a father. As his arms surrounded a sobbing Cecilia, he felt numb. "It's OK," he said, the words coming from his mouth without his thinking about it. He was just going through the motions of comforting her, as his own heart was falling to the floor. Why him? He just couldn't believe this. He'd only slept with her once. And he knew guys who'd slept with ten different girls a hundred different times and never had one kid.
Cecilia's dad was gonna kill him. Completely murder him.
He needed to talk to somebody. And not, Cecilia. He needed to talk to a guy, preferrably Matt. Why did Matt have to be gone? He had gone to visit his fianceé, Sarah, and Simon was desperate to talk to him.
Simon pulled back to look at Cecilia's tear-streaked face. He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her face away. "No, Simon," she said softly, pushing him a way gently. "This is how we got in this mess in the first place."
He nodded, and watched her turn to leave. "I love you, Cecilia."
The only answer she gave was a nod.
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Matt got home at 11:45, and was heading to bed when Simon knocked on his bedroom door. "Who is it?" Matt called as he pulled his T-shirt over his head.
"Simon. I need to talk."
"Come in."
Simon opened the door and walked in, sitting down on the bed.
"What's up?" Matt asked absently.
"I...uh...I did something...something really stupid and...and now I don't know what to do. I can't fix it or...or take it back...and...and I..."
"Whoa!" Matt interrupted, running a hand through his hair. "Define 'something stupid.'"
"I don't want to talk about WHAT I did."
"Well, Simon, I can't help you if I don't know what's up."
Simon looked down at his bare feet. "I...I made a BIG mistake. And now...Now Cecilia's...we're...she's having a baby...My baby." Tears filled Simon's eyes and he fought to keep them from falling.
Matt's face registered shock, and his voice stopped working.
Simon couldn't look at his brother. He knew he was disappointed in him. Crap, Simon was disappointed in himself. He wished there was someone else to blame, but there wasn't. There was just himself to blame.
Matt finally regained his composure, and asked, "Are you OK?"
"No. Why would I be OK? I'm 16. I'm not ready to be a father..."
Matt couldn't believe that he was looking at the former president of the National Bank of Simon, the little boy who'd prayed for a dog until Happy came along, the little boy who'd once believed he was shrinking. His little brother was the fater of a child.
"What do I do, Matt?" Simon asked, his eyes pleading with his big brother, whose advice had always meant so much to him.
Matt couldn't stand the look Simon was giving him. It was a silent plea for help, for a help Matt couldn't give. Up until now, everything Simon had needed help with had been a "been-there-done-that" for Matt. But not this time. This was Simon's very own mess. One that only he and Cecilia could deal with.
A part of Matt wanted to rant and rave at Simon. To say, "What were you thinking?" That was the protective big brother part of him. But the loving big brother part of him took control first, and Matt sat beside Simon and put his arm around him. "It's gonna be OK, Simon. I know it will."
Simon sniffled. "How?"
"I don't know. But I know you'll figure it out."
Simon nodded. "I guess so..." he said, half-heartedly. He wasn't sure he would figure it out . But he needed to be strong. Before long, he would be looking at a tiny person who depended on him completely. He couldn't be weak then.
He walked out of Matt's room and noticed Ruthie walking out of the bathroom. "Hi, Simon," she whispered to her big brother. She could tell something was wrong. He had been crying, and it took alot to make Simon cry. She knew better to ask him about it at the moment, but she decided to ask him about it the next day.
Simon wanted to go away. Far far away, where he would never have to face Cecilia's family, or his own.
But he wouldn't leave Cecilia with the sole responsibility for a mistake they'd made together.
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Cecilia was lying in bed, wide awake, her face buried in her pillow so her dad wouldn't hear her sobs.
She put her hand over her lower abdomen. She tried to convince herself that under her hand was a tiny life. That inside of her was Simon's child. And that her life would never be the same.
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A/N: You know that little purple button is calling your name. So click it!