Chapter 1-Love Affairs Lead To Pink Lines

I, Lulu Spencer, am sitting in a bathroom stall of the Haunted Star, staring at a pregnancy test, with two pink lines, meaning only one thing of course. Pregnancy.

This was just wonderful. It's not like I planned for this to happen. Sure, Ethan and I slept together numerous times, but now, there was an obligation. A baby.

Shit!

I have to admit though, Ethan Lovett isn't the worst man in the world. He's fucking hot, has a great head of hair, a sexy-as-hell accent, a dazzling smile, and a tendency to make you stay up twenty four hours straight after having sex with him, reliving it, over, and over. That's the effect he has on me.

I knew faint things about him. He was 24 years old, dropped out of his Freshman year in high-school, adopted, and his parents were killed in a car wreck at the age of fifteen. Oh, and he was about to become a father. Other than that, I know nothing else about this man.

We had a conversation about our parents, and our families. He dragged on about how he didn't think a child should even be brought into the world unless you plan on keeping, and raising it with the parents that created it. He wanted kids, I knew that much, but he was joy-riding through life, as a con-artist, picking peoples wallets for fun. But honestly, I didn't really care if he was a con or not. He was hot. There was something about him that made me melt. Maybe it was the way he constantly called me 'love', or the way he stared intentionally at me when he knew there was something wrong, or the way he was completely passionate, and caring when I was upset. He wasn't like Johnny. If this was Johnny's baby, we would have a problem. But with Ethan, I just didn't feel scared of his reaction.

Maybe this wasn't the worst thing in the world. Maybe I was just exadurating this?

I looked up from the small stick that just about made my stomach fall through my ass, and then stared back down at it again. How could this be happening? Was I really having Ethan Lovett's child?

I got up, and stuffed the stick in my purse, and whooshed out the bathroom door.

"Ethan?"

"Well hello there love. How are you today?"

"Oh, just peachy. You free tonight?"

"Yea, sure, what'd you have in mind?"

"Just, spending time at home."

"Well, your dad has me here til' five. It's four forty five. Wait for me at home?"I flashed him the best smile I could muster.

"Of course. See you there."

"Bye love."

"Bye Ethan."

I was pacing around the apartment living room. I had everything set up. I had the table set, and the magic center piece that would either break, or make us.

I heard the door lock turn.

"Miss me love?"

"Mhmm."

"You alright?"

"Yea, yea, just hungry is all. Are you okay?"

"Love, you sound flustered. Would you like to just call it a day, it's fine, I'll just lye with yo---"

"No, I'm fine, sit down."

"Okaay."

He sounded wary.

I sat at the seat next to him at the table. He looked at the candles, and I noticed his eyes get a glossy tint to them.

"Ethan?"

"Love, what is that?"I looked at the precious moment statue of the stork holding a baby in the sheet.

"Ethan, I have something I want to tell you."

He looked at me, and nodded his head, urging me on.

"Well, I know this may ruin the rest of our lives. Oh my god, we can't take vacations, we can't get good jobs, we're going to become poor, we're going to--"

"Love, stop rambling, and just spit it out."

"Ethan…I'm…I'm…pregnant."

"You are?"

"Yes."

He nodded, and just starred at me.

"Oh, shit."

I looked up at him, and stood up.

"Ethan…I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to."

"I-I know love, it-it's not your f-f-fauu-lttt."

"Your not mad?"

"Mad? No. Ready to shit my pants? Yes."

"What are we going to do?"

And then, bam, Maxie bitch comes through the door.

"Ooooh Ethannnn!"

"Go away Maxie."

"Oh, Lulu, stop being such a drama queen."

"Uhm, sorry, but Lulu and I are having a private converstaion. Would you mind, scooting your boot out of here?"Maxie looked at Ethan, and then at me, shrugged, and walked to her bedroom.

After her door shut, I looked back to Ethan.

"Ethan…"

"Love, stop stressing. We'll work something out. We'll be alright."

Should I continue? Tell me what you think.

-Steph. ;)