On My Own

by Je m'appelle Bodet

Steph finds herself pregnant and, after a lot of contemplating, confronts the father. But, being Stephanie Plum, things don't go exactly as planned. Rated T, subject to change. Review for more!

1. Chapter 1

This is my second fan-fic, since I didn't get as much of a response to the first one as I would have liked. This chapter is short, I know, but if/when I get positive feedback, I'll post more and it'll be longer. Please rate, and feed the starving writer. :D

Janet was the briliant one, not me. I don't own these characters, nor do I claim to.

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My mind was racing. What was I doing standing outside his door? Why couldn't I just walk in, like I had many times before. And then it hit me; fear. I had never been afraid of him, but now I was terrified. I wasn't afraid of what he might do to me; he'd never harm me. I was afraid of what he might say. I knew all too well from past experieriences that his words cut through me like a knife, but I was determined not to let what he might say bother me...at least not in front of him. I knew I had to be strong; he was the strongest person I knew, and I refused to let myself break in front of him.

As soon as I stepped out of my latest POS car, my mind began to race. I was thinking so much that I didn't even notice that my feet had taken me to my desired destination. I rapped twice lightly on the door, and waited, contemplating upon whether or not I should turn around and avoid the conversation I was about to have. But before I could change directions, he'd opened the door.

"Steph?" He asked, looking slightly surprised.

"I...uh..."
"Are you okay?"

And then came the word vomit. It flew out before I could prepare him...before I could stop myself from making a huge mistake.

"I'm pregnant," I blurted, and blinked my eyes closed.

And when I opened them, I was staring at a closed door.

I sighed and turned around, walking back to my POS car. I got in, fought back the tears that had been threatening to fall since he'd opened the door, and then decided it wasn't worth crying over. He wasn't worth crying over. I would learn how to do this on my own...eventually.

I, Stephanie Plum, was 11 weeks pregnant when I found out. It took me 1 week to muster up the courage to tell the father. And in 1 second, he'd decided he wanted nothing to do with me...with us.

I should've known that would happen. But for some reason, in the back of my mind, I thought things would be different this time. I was wrong, like usual. Imagine that.