Carmen was shaking all over as she knocked on Rick's door. He opened it, saw her tear-stained face and let her in. She, shaking all over, showed him the test.
Positive.
"Oh, Carmen…" he sighed, trailing his fingers into her hair.
A sob escaped her lips as she allowed the test to clatter into the bin. Rick sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, hugging her tightly.
"I'm only 15…you're 16. You'll be moving out soon…I don't want to go through this alone, Rick." Carmen said.
"You won't." he said quietly.
"I'll come with you!" she said suddenly. "I'm going to…to run away, to come live with you!"
"You can't." Rick said.
"Rick, please! I love you, and our baby, and I need you. A year…it's too long." She said softly.
He sighed. "Alright. I love you, too, and I'm going to love the baby as well." He said, rubbing her stomach before pressing his lips to Carmen's.
Maybe there were such things as happy endings.