I'm sorry if I get anything wrong. I'm starting to watch the show again, but I haven't gotten all the way through, but then again this is complete fiction. Take the setting as somewhat if it were the beginning of the year, but all the characters and plot points from, like, the middle of season 2 already existed. Please don't kill me.

Chapter One Patricia's POV

I don't know what to tell him. We had only been together, like together together, one time. One time! This is ridiculous. Either the condom broke or slipped off his friend somehow midway through. I don't know. But now I'm stuck, knocked up and questioning everything. I can't believe it. What am I going to say when I see his cute, stupid face. Just spill it? I guess that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Or should I not tell him and wait for Eddie to come to me. Maybe this little problem will all go away if I just think hard enough. I mean, it's not like I couldn't just rile up Joy and have her punch me in the stomach or something. Ridiculous.

I sat on my bed, rocking with a pillow to my lap, just wishing for this all to end. Take me now Lord. The room was quite. Mara was doing homework and Joy was still attacking Fabian. The room was spinning, but everything was still. Oh, I don't know! I just don't know!

That's it, I've had enough! I'm going to spill all my secrets to Eddie. Well, maybe not all of them, I'll save Sibuna for another day.

I threw the pillow over my shoulder and stood up. Suddenly, my legs turned to jelly. I could barely move. How am I going to do this? I push my way through the door. It only gets harder the closer I get to telling Eddie I'm pregnant with his spawn. I'm almost to the stairs. Luckily, or not, Eddie was already coming up the stairs.

"Hey Yacker, I was just about to see you. Joy and Mara are downstairs and it doesn't look like they'll be coming into your room anytime soon." He pulled me into a tight hug. I pushed him off, to make sure he didn't crush the baby. The baby? I can't believe I'm thinking that. I don't even want it. Do I?

"Not today, okay. I have to tell you some…" My voice trailed off as though it were a tap. Drip. Drip. Drip. Just spill.

"What?" He takes my hand in his. He has such strong warm hands. It cradles my palm. Now my legs weren't the only things turned to jelly. He leads me back to my room. I close the door behind us. "Is there something wrong?" He can see my face clench out of nervousness.

"Umm...I don't know how this could have happened. Don't be mad. Oh god, I'm so stupid!" I collapse on the bed and take his hand again.

"You're not stupid." He reassures me, but I don't believe him. I am so stupid. We should have waited or used more lube or something at least to avoid this mess.

"I'm pregnant." I spilt.

He looked was a gaping hole where his smug grin should have been. I was just sat there staring at him, breathing deeply like an idiot.

"Ha ha, so funny." Eddie said, sounding relieved.

"I'm not kidding, you doofus." I corrected him. I stood up, my legs finally working normally. I guess it was just the secret that was worrying me so much. Although, I still felt like I was going to faint. It wasn't just the secret then. Great. I walked over to my bedside cabinet, opened the drawer and pulled out a positive pregnancy test. I only took it this morning and the two lines were still blazing in my head. I handed Eddie the test.

"You're serious?" He asked, still confused, that idiot.

"Yeah."

"What are we going to do?" He looked at me passing the test back over to me, his hands limply dumping it into my shaking ones.

"I thought you might have an idea." I say.

"Who else knows?" He asked me, gazing deeply into my eyes as they well up with emotional tears.

"Nobody else." I choke out.

He embraces me. His arms feel so hot against my jacket. I nuzzle my head into his shoulder and let pearly beads of water leak out of my red eyes.

"It's gonna be okay." He assures me. He strokes the back of my hair. Although it was calming my heart still raced with the beat of a thousand drums. I didn't want him to let go of me. I just wanted to fall asleep in his arms. "Everything is gonna be okay." He said again.

I never knew Eddie could be this sweet. "Eddie…" I didn't know why I was talking. I had nothing to say. At least, I thought I didn't.

"What?"

"I love you." I revealed. It slipped out of my mouth. I didn't even know I felt that way. But now I realize the coursing feeling of love through my panicking veins.

"I love you too."

Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe it all was going to be okay. But of course, just as I was slipping into a peaceful sleep, Victor's voice rang through the house.

"IT IS 10 O'CLOCK! YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES PRECISELY AND THEN I WANT TO HEAR A PIN DROP!"

"I better get going." He says to my hair. I don't want him to go. I want him to stay here forever. "We'll talk tomorrow, okay? You'll be okay?" He asks rhetorically.

"Sure. And I'm as good as I could be… probably."

He leaves my room. And in his place walks in Mara. I suddenly realize what I have openly displayed on my bed. The test! I grab it, not thinking, and shove it underneath my blankets. Mara sees and asks, "What is that?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just a toothbrush, just a toothbrush. Need to brush my teeth, right. Only have four and a half minutes. Gotta go, brush my teeth." I lied. I am a terrible liar. I rush out with the test in my hand, retrieving it from underneath my bed sheets.

"But why did you have it in your bed?!" She ask-screams at me, but I'm already shutting the bathroom door on her.

I need to do something to hide this. It was already risky enough keeping it in my bedside cabinet, knowing how many times Victor probably snoops around their rooms. I take the test and wrap it up in about a pound of toilet paper, like a mummy. I then chuck it into the bin. I hastily wash my face and brush my teeth, this time with an actual tooth brush, instead of a teenage girl's used pregnancy test.

KNOCK KNOCK! "Patricia, are you in there?" It was Joy.

"Yeah." I respond, spitting the minty suds into the sink. I open the door to find Joy standing there. Her pajamas are quite cute actually. I never quite noticed before.

"What are you doing?" She asked me. She swung her head to the side.

"Brushing my teeth." I answer.

"But you're not in your PJ's." She confronted me.

"I thought I might switch stuff up a bit." I said. I'm getting better at lying. Not really that was actually terrible.