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I just finished Year 6. WOO CLAPS ALL ROUND FOR ME HUH??

It is 10.00 on a Tuesday night, I have an inspection tomorrow morning, and I'm just a bit hypo, so instead of annoying everyone around me which I have been doing for about half an hour, I am writing the next chapter! Yay! OK, how about we get on with the story, now that you've listened to me ramble?

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"Does this mean I can stay with you?" sniffed Summer as she pulled away from Seth.

"Of course," said Seth reassuringly. "There's just the matter of telling my parents..."

"Oh God." Muttered Summer. "Will they hate me?" she asked.

"No...No…not as much as they'll hate me anyway. I mean, I don't think my mum ever imagined a girl would talk to me, let alone I'd get one pregnant...and my dad keep's calling me "dog" which is a horror within itself, but he'll probably kill me when he finds out..."

"OK, OK, Seth, it's fine..." Summer told him, putting a finger to his lips to stop his ramblings.

"They won't hate you..." he assured her again, although he still couldn't assure himself they wouldn't hate him.

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"How was work?" asked Sandy absentmindedly as Kirsten walked through the doorway.

She dropped her bag on the floor and collapsed onto a stall, burying her head in her arms. "Miff" She mumbled incoherently

"That great huh?" Sandy replied, flicking to a new page in the paper.

Kirsten raised her head, pushing back strands of her long blond hair. "You won't believe it. My father's gone crazy...It's like he never considers other peoples feelings..."

"You're right, I don't believe it." He said without looking at her.

Kirsten shot him a long-suffering look. "Enough. He..."

"Please." Interjected her husband. "I have had enough of your father for one decade Kiki."

"Don't." Kirsten told him warningly. "Call. Me. Kiki."

Sandy shrugged and moved to another section of the paper. "Oh look. Snoopy. I love Snoopy."

Kirsten sighed just as her son came walking into the kitchen.

"Hey uh, Mum...uh, Dad." He said.

"Yes?" asked his mother.

"Mmm?" mumbled Sandy, still reading about the adventures of Snoopy and Woodstock.

"I need to talk to you guys..." said Seth with a high degree of awkwardness. "Well, actually..."

"We need to talk to you." Summer finished for him, walking in beside him, finally causing his parents to look at them.

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"Seth, what is so important that we all need to be gathered around the table to hear it?" asked Kirsten, although she was dreading the answer that followed.

"Mr and Mrs Cohen, I..." started Summer.

"Mum, Dad, well listen, Summer, she…"

"I'm pregnant." Blurted out Summer finally, a look of regret instantly crossing her face as she watched Sandy's smile disappear and a look of horror come over Kirsten.

"You're…You're…" started Kirsten, unable to finish the sentence she had began.

"Pregnant." Summer said, staring down at the table as she said it.

"Son?" Sandy turned to Seth. "Is it yours?"

Summer nodded, her head still turned down.

"Are you sure?" Sandy asked her.

Summer raised her head, and looked him straight in the eye. "Positive." She said, almost crying as a look of disappointment flashed in Sandy's eyes as he looked at his son.

"Mrs Cohen," she said, turning desperately to Kirsten. "Please. I can't have an abortion. I just can't."

"It's OK Summer." Nodded Kirsten understandingly. She had been to hell and back with her abortion. She didn't want to burden this poor girl with the same. "No one's expecting you to."

"I don't understand." Said Sandy, still confused. "How long have you two been...together?" he asked with a pause.

"Not since I got back from Tahiti dad." Said Seth, not wanting to meet his father's gaze.

"So…" he turned to Summer. "How far..."

"Two months." Replied Summer without hesitation.

Oh. Sandy sighed inwardly. That explained it.

"I'm sorry for all of this..." Summer started.

"None of it's your fault sweetie," sighed Kirsten, flashing a look at Seth as he put his head down, ashamed.

"...It is." Said Summer. "But I need to ask you something...When I told my dad, he kinda went crazy. And kinda kicked me out. Or I left. Whatever. But the point is…"

"She needs a place to stay until she can have the baby. She packed her stuff but she has no where to go. And I told her she could stay with us, because I'm going to help her through this. We're going to get through it…together." Said Seth in one breath.

Summer smiled at him gratefully.

"Summer..." said Kirsten. "Of course you can stay with us. We're going to help you too…Aren't we Sandy?" she turned to her husband expectantly.

Sandy nodded. "Of course." He said. "You can stay in the guestroom. You can go unpack your stuff now...I'd like to have a bit of a talk to Seth." He continued, turning an ice-cold gaze to his son.

Summer nodded fragilely, scared for what would happen to Seth. She walked up the stairs as slowly as she could.

"Do you want me to…" asked Kirsten, holding her husband's arm.

"No." he told her firmly.

"Are you sure..."

"This is between me and Seth." He said, removing her hand from his arm and moving Seth into the living room.

"Sit." He told him.

Seth sat, and Sandy sat opposite him.

He sighed. "How could you let this happen?" he asked him.

"I don't know." Seth muttered, staring at the floor.

"I thought you were careful. I thought you were sensible. I TRUSTED you to be sensible enough to stop THIS from happening. Do you understand how much this will affect this poor girls life? How much it will affect YOU?"

"It was one time Dad," whispered Seth, still not raising his head. "I didn't think..."

"No." said Sandy. "You didn't think. And this is the consequence. You are going to have to deal with it. Are you and Summer even together?"

Seth shook his head.

"Then what do you plan to do?"

Seth paused for a minute. "Help her."

Sandy looked at his son, sighing in defeat. "I hope you can."