AN: I hope you guys enjoy this fic, it was fun to write. (:

The single-person bathroom of the dingy corner store had a broken hand dryer that would turn on and off at random, momentarily distract me from pacing around the tiny room.

I exhaled a sigh and shook the test impatiently in my hand. I glanced away from it, and when I glanced back, the results had finalized. The tiny screen showed two little pink lines. Positive.

This had been the tenth pregnancy test I'd taken today, and the fifth with a positive result.

I was pregnant. For a moment I stood there, trying to take it all in. There was another living being growing inside of me. Woah. I placed my hands on my still tiny stomach, trying to imagine what it would look like in a few months. I was filled with dread, and then a softer, tenderer emotion.

I was torn from my thoughts when someone banged on the door, making dust fall from the ceiling and land onto my blonde hair. "Hurry up in there!" A woman with the voice of a chain smoker shouted from beyond the door.

I threw the test in the waste bin and pulled the hood of my jacket over my head. I pushed my way out the door and procured my cellphone from my jeans pocket.

I texted: Can you come pick me up? I'm at the Red Star on Hudson Road. We need to talk.

A moment later my cell beeped with Adrian's reply: I'll be there in 10.

Not wanting to inhale anymore of the second hand smoke floating around the air in the store, I made for the door, which chimed as I opened it. There was a bench outside the store, which I sat on, drawing my knees to my chest and hugging them with my arms. What am I going to do? I can't have a baby! I'm only eighteen!

Okay, this pregnancy had way bigger complications than me being a teen mother, for one thing the father is a vampire, but there is only so much I can deal with at one time. I let out a sigh, lost in my thoughts until Adrian pulled up in the yellow Mustang.

I entered the vehicle and before I could even sit down Adrian was already bombarding me with questions. "What happened? Are you alright?" He asked, his brows furrowed with worry.

"I- I'll tell you when we get back to your apartment." I said as I put on my seatbelt. Adrian gave me a concerned look and nodded.

When we arrived at his apartment he unlocked the door, letting me step in first. I kicked my shoes off and sat down on his couch. Adrian positioned himself next to me and I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me and twirled strands of my hair around his finger.

"I don't know how to tell you this," I started. "I don't know how you'll react."

"Tell me," Adrian mumbled into my ear.

"Adrian, I'm pregnant," I said, looking into his eyes. His brilliant green eyes widened in shock. He bolted out of his slouched position, a hand reflexively running through his hair as he tried to process what he had just heard.

"Pregnant? With a baby? How?" He asked incredulously.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"But we used protection every time," he said, to clarify himself. Another thought then occurred to him. "It is mine right?"
"Adrian! What kind of person do you think I am?" I shouted.

Adrian sighed, slouching his body back into position. "What are we going to do?"

"I can't have a baby," I said, firmly. "If Zoe found out she'd run right to my father about it." I winced, thinking about how disappointed my father would be if he found out I got knocked up, let alone by a vampire. I'd be disowned.

I read the disappointment in Adrian's eyes when he realized we were going to get rid of it. "We'll have children one day," I told him. "I'm just not ready now. Neither of us is."

Adrian nodded, pulling me into a tight hug. We ended up spooning on the couch, Adrian trailed his hands down my arm and side, causing goose bumps to rise up on my skin and a pleasurable shiver ran down my spine, until he made his way to my stomach, where he rested his hand, as if to say goodbye to his unborn child.

I made the call to Planned Parenthood while I was still at Adrian's and we set up an appointment for Tuesday, a week from now. Since I was only around six weeks pregnant I wouldn't have to get a surgical abortion. After a blood test to confirm that I was pregnant they would give me a pill to take.

It was Wednesday morning and I was in History class trying to pay attention to the lesson but I had been feeling nauseated all day. Midway through the class I couldn't take it anymore.

I abruptly stood up, interrupting Ms. Terwilliger, and clasped a hand over my mouth as I made my way to the door. Luckily a restroom was close by so I was able to get to the toilet before heaving my guts up.

After washing myself off afterwards and double and triple checking to make sure no vomit had gotten in my hair, I decided that there was no point in going back to class, even though I was feeling better now. Really I was just too embarrassed to go back into the classroom.

I left the building for the courtyard, sitting on one of the benches to study until the class ended. Approximately ten minutes after lunch had begun, my little sister, Zoe, found me.

"Sydney! Are you alright?" she said as she rushed up to me. I gave her a nod, feeling embarrassed.

"Ms. Terwilliger told me to check on you because you got sick," she continued.

"I must have caught a bug or something," I said, "I'm feeling better now."

"Well, okay," Zoe said as she sat down next to me on the bench. "Oh yeah! Apparently someone at our school is pregnant," she said in delight. Zoe loved to gossip.

"What?" I almost shouted.

"Yeah, someone found a pregnancy test in the garbage of one of the girl's bathrooms. And it was positive! Can you imagine being pregnant at this age? That's why people should save themselves until they're married…" Zoe went on and on, but I wasn't listening. I was too busy mentally freaking out. What was someone doing digging around in the garbage for, anyway? Well, it's not like anyone knows it's mine, I thought, trying to reassure myself.

Suddenly, Zoe broke off, mid-sentence. I glanced up and saw Jill, Eddy, Angeline, and Neil walking towards us. I waved at them.

We greeted, everyone looked pretty happy, except for Jill, her face wore a look of worry. "Sydney, can we talk?" she said, meaningfully. I figured she had already found out.

I turned to glance at Zoe, who looked extremely uncomfortable, surrounded by a bunch of vampires. "Can you stay with them for like, five minutes?" I asked her. "I'll be right back."

Zoe nodded in response and Jill dragged me over to a vending machine, away from prying ears.

"You're pregnant?" she asked.

" I haven't gotten a doctor to confirm it yet, I've just taken some pregnancy test." I replied.

"How many tests have you taken?"

"ten."

"Oh my God, Sydney, you're pregnant!" she exclaimed.

"What am I going to do?" I asked. I was glad I had someone to vent to about this without having to suffer through telling someone that I got knocked up.

"Are you sure you want to, you know…?" she asked, refusing to say "abortion" as if it was a dirty word.

"I guess, I mean, I can't have a baby. My parents would kill me. My father would never forgive me. Especially after it's born and it's a dhampir. I don't even want to know what my father would do if he found out a vampire got his daughter pregnant," I explained with a sigh. I didn't like the idea of abortion, and I knew that God didn't like it at all, but I didn't have any other options.

"Just make sure you think about this really hard before you do it. I don't want you to regret your decision just because you feel pressured into it," Jill said, sympathetically.

"Sure, Jill, Thanks for the support," I replied.

The rest of the week passed by painfully slow, I was terrified that Zoe would connect my frequent episodes of sickness with the pregnant girl at our school, and figure out who she was. Luckily, she had already decided that the pregnant girl must be Malary, a girl in her year who Zoe didn't get along with. She spent half of her time with me talking about what a bitch that Malary was. I suspected she was telling other people her conjecture because people seemed to be paying a lot of attention to Malary lately. I felt bad for the poor girl, but hey, better her than me.

Finally, the date of my appointment came. I skipped off History class and made my way to the parking lot where Adrian was already waiting in his Mustang to bring me to Planned Parenthood. He gave me a quick but passionate kiss and we drove off.

The waiting room of the clinic was packed when we entered. I signed in and Adrian and I took our seats in the back of the room, near where some children were playing with toy farm animals. I thought of the growing baby inside me, and it's potential to be like them, and I grieved for it.

Finally, it was my turn. Adrian came in with me. The doctor was a woman and she made me take a test, which confirmed what we already knew. Then she gave me a pill to take. She placed it my right palm as my left hand gripped Adrian's tightly. I thought about those kids playing back in the waiting room, and how I grieved for a child that I'd never had, and how Adrian placed his warm hands on my abdomen, trying to connect with his baby, and that emotion I felt when I first found out, the emotion I had now realized was love.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," I said, turning to Adrian as I let the pill fall on the desk.

"Whatever you choose to do, it's your decision," the doctor said to me.

"Yeah, Sage, it's you're decision," Adrian said with what I thought was a hint of a smile.

"I guess I'm having a baby, then," I said, and I felt happy. Despite everything, I knew that I wanted this baby.