OFFICIAL 1st CHAPTER!
You were laying on the couch alone in your house. Of course, you didn't live alone, you lived with your boyfriend, Dave Strider. You guess he was nice to be around when he isn't acting like a COMPLETE asswipe. But you live with it anyways, you two have been dating for a little over a year, and even knew each other since you were about fourteen when you guys played your games of SBURB and SGRUB. Although it had been just almost a whole month since you lost your virginity to him. You still get butterflies just thinking about it. Why are you even laying on the couch? Oh yeah, you forgot to mention you lately have been feeling a little under the weather.
You closed your eyes slowly, soon waking up to see Dave's face in front of yours, his cool hand against your cheek.
"Hey Kitkat." He smirked softly, kissing your forehead. "Hey Dave." He made you sit up, sitting down and letting you lay your head in his lap. Even though he was older than you by just six months and seven days even, he was WAY bigger than you could ever be, by being six foot three while you were at a stand still at four foot eleven. You still have yet to wonder how he even kisses you without bending down that low. Maybe he isn't that tall, or you aren't that short, you don't know.
"How are you doing?" He was now stroking your hair. "I've been better I guess." "That sucks." "Yeah." You have had something on your mind for awhile, but you have been too afraid to state your opinion about it. "Hey Dave." Well, here goes nothing.
"Yeah?" "I um...I've been thinking for awhile and um..." "What is it?" you didn't know how to say your last words, but you guess you managed. "I...Dave I think I might be pregnant." He froze, moving his hand from your head. You now feel bad because you probably just scared him or worse, made him want to break up with you. You sat up, curling up into a ball. Dave was still silent. You stood up, going to walk out of the room, tears filling your eyes.
"How long?" You stopped when he finally spoke. "W-What?" "How long have you um...known? Or guessed? I don't know." "...About two weeks, but I wasn't sure until you left for work this morning." "Did you take any tests?" "Yeah, three of them, they all said positive." "Karkat, what are we gonna do?" You sniffled, you didn't know how to respond, you felt his arms wrap around you as he turned you around and hugged you. Tears were streaming down your face, you were scared honestly.
"Do you want to sleep on it or should we just decide and go ahead and get an abortion?" You were silent, soon pulling your head away from his chest to wipe away some tears with your shirt sleeves. "I...I guess abortion." "Are you sure?" You shrugged, you didn't know what else to do, you barely turned twenty years old, you were just starting to gather a life, you can't have a grub or a baby or whatever they call it come in at such short notice. He kissed your forehead, hugging you tightly.
"Its okay, we can figure out a way to deal with this. I'll go set up an appointment, you should probably go upstairs and sleep." You nodded, pecking him quickly on the lips, soon pulling away from him and walking up the stairs to your shared room. You had two empty rooms upstairs and then Dave had the third empty room downstairs made into an office for him to sit in alone sometimes.
You sat on your side of the bed, looking out the door and looking at the door leading into the empty room. You got up and walked over to it, opening it and turning on the light, the room had a soft light-brown carpet on the floor, like the rest of the rooms upstairs, and had white walls and a window that looked out into the backyard, which was just a patio and fuck load of yard. You sat on the floor in the middle of the room and just thought to yourself. After awhile you felt Dave pick you up and carry you into the bedroom, laying down next to you. You rolled onto your side, laying next to him.
"So I called an abortion clinic a town over, and they said that we can get you in next week. Is that alright with you?" You nodded, closing your eyes. He kissed your forehead, holding you close. This was not a fun time for you at the moment.