Author's Note: After one day, I'm back again, whee!
This is written specially for VisualIDentificationZeta, who wanted Thirteen and House expecting a baby. This isn't quite what she wanted, but its close, and don't worry, it will end out happy! Later I promise to write exactly what she wanted.
Also, I didn't get enough reviews last time… It made meh sad…
Enjoy!
Green
She'd always liked the color. It had once been to her the color of rebirth and renewal. It was the color of springtime, and buds on a newborn tree. Yes, green was a beautiful color.
But not now.
It said green, positive, confirmative, yes.
It was a teeny tiny little death sentence, "Hi, I'm a parasite growing inside you, whee!"
She was pregnant.
Of course there was no doubt who the father was. She hadn't slept with anyone in over two years. Other then him, that is.
She sat, bent over, clutching the stick as if it was a lifeboat, and she was thrown overboard. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. There was no way out. He wouldn't take it for his child. He would desert her, and the child. She had to get rid of it, much as it pained her.
No.
She couldn't! She had always wanted a child, and now she had one. She couldn't just dump it in a trashcan like some irresponsible hick. She had to be responsible, and take control of her actions.
What if the child had Huntington's? No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
She dialed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello. I'd like to make an appointment…"