Unexpecting
A Word: Request for Jason reacting to a pregnancy.
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"What?" Jason repeats absolutely fucking floored, because the words he's hearing just aren't computing in his mind.
"I'm pregnant," Steph repeats. Slow and bored because she's had how fucking long to deal with this? She can suck it up and just let him process.
"We used condoms," Jason says because as fast as some of their fucks had been, he'd made damn sure to bag it before getting busy. And not with the cheap condoms past their use by date either because Jason is not stupid. He knows how condoms do and do not work.
"Yup," Steph pops the P on the word and leans back against the wall of Jason's bedroom where she dragged him out of a pretty deep sleep to drop her bombshell on him.
"You're on the pill," he points out because she is, and he knows she's not stupid either. She's been through this before and had been very vocal on how she didn't want to do it again.
"Yup," Steph shifts and crosses her arms over her stomach with a slight grimace. "Remember how they always say there's a failure rate for both of those things?"
There's a failure rate for every contraceptive, but it's so astronomically low that it should be considered a miracle. Jason sighs and scrubs both of his hands over his face and up into his hair hard. Steph's pregnant. "Fuck."
"Yup," Steph drawls out again and if she does it a fourth time Jason just might have to punch her. In the face because that is now the only safe area to hit on her.
"What do you want to do?" Jason asks after the longest and most awkward silent pause he's ever experienced with the blonde woman. Neither of them is shy, and they've gotten used to just throwing words and wants at each other without flinching. Usually along the lines of 'Hey, you want fuck over there?'
"I don't know," Steph's arms cross even tighter and her lips thin to almost nonexistence. She's not really looking at him and she's braced. Jason feels kind of like an ass now.
"Hey," Jason waits for her to glance his way before holding out a hand. "Come here."
Steph has to uncross her arms to trudge across the room and he pulls her down onto the bed with him. She relaxes minutely when he gets an arm around her back and curls his fingers over her hip. "We'll figure it out, right? Whatever you want to do is what we'll do."
Steph says nothing but she doesn't need to. Jason knows she didn't -doesn't- want this, but she won't go for an abortion. He knows that already. She barely talks about her first kid, but the little he's heard from her and Tim lets him know that she might not be able to do that again. Might not be able to give up a second kid as easily as she had her first.
"It'll be alright," Jason assures her even as he doesn't know what option he'd pick if it were left fully up to him. He just holds Steph close for the moment though and lies as best as he can. "Everything's going to be fine."
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