This story is a sequel to my other story, Puck's Shot at Love. It features my character Ana, so if you haven't read Puck's Shot at Love, you might want to read it now to avoid getting confused. In this story, Puck didn't get a vasectomy, which was total bullshit anyways. This story is strictly told in Puck's POV and takes place a few months after the end of PSAL, the beginning of the new school year. Okay, I hope you enjoy!

Your 'Eggo is Preggo

"Puck, I'm, I think-," Ana stammered, ringing her hands out uneasily.

"You think what?," I questioned finally.

"I think I'm pregnant," and my heart dropped.

"What?," I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I mean, I'm pretty sure. But the tests are only 99% accurate, so there's a one percent chance it's wrong," she said and broke out in tears. I took her by the shoulders and began to rock her back and forth in my arms, although I was tearing up too.

"Shh, shh, baby, everything's going to be okay. I promise baby, everything's going to be okay," I attempted to reassure her.

"What are we going to do?," she sobbed into my shirt.

"We're gonna be fine, babe. Everything's gonna be fine." But I could barely convince myself. How the hell did this happen?

And looked up and as if she could read my mind, she immediately followed with, "how could this happen? We were always careful, Puck!"

"I don't know, accidents happen sometimes-"

"Are you being serious?," Ana screamed. "God dammit, Puck! The best thing you can say to me right now is 'accidents happen sometimes'?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. It's just, I don't know how this could've happened."

"Oh my god, I'm so screwed. My whole life, my whole future- it's ruined! Everything, it's just ruined!," she said, collapsing back onto my chest.

"Nothing's ruined, sweetie. Everything's gonna be okay."

Ana punched my pec, "stop saying that! Everything's not gonna be okay! It's not!" She began to cry harder, and a few tears slipped off my face too. Stroking her back, I tried to think of some comforting words to say.

"I love you, Ana. And whatever you decide to do with this baby, I will stand by you. Okay? We're gonna get through this, I promise. Everything's gonna be fine."

After an hour, Ana had finally calmed down and was ready to talk to me.

"So," I said, still holding Ana in my arms.

"So what?," she whimpered.

"What do you want to do? About the baby."

Ana's lips tightened and her muscles tensed up. We sat there in the audiotorium, neither of us talking for a while.

"I can't take care of a baby," she said, breaking the silence. "I just can't Puck. I'm not ready to be a mom, there's so many things I want to accomplish. I can't do that with a child." I felt my heart sink. I was hoping she'd say that she wanted to keep it. That she'd want to raise it, with me. But I told her I'd stay by her and support her, so that's what I was going to do.

"Okay sweetie. Are you sure you that's what you want to do? Because you can't take it back, once it's gone." I could hear Ana crying again, which made me feel even more guilty than I already did.

I took Ana's silence as a confirmation that she was sure. "You want me to drive you?," I asked hesitantly. Ana slowly nodded.

"Can we go now?," she asked.

"Of course," I said, my voice cracking. I helped her get up and we walked to my truck.

It was weird that I knew where Planned Parenthood was. But I guess that in a small town like Lima, you kind of knew where everything was. I parked my truck in the front and killed the engine.

"You ready to go, babe?," I asked, silently hoping she'd say no. Ana stared blankly and hopelessly at the building.

"I can't do this. I can't do this, babe. I'm sorry!," she sobbed again. Letting out a sigh of relief, I reached over the middle counsel and cradled her in my arms.

"Thank god," I whispered into her ear.

"I can't get rid of this baby," she cried again. "It's not the right thing for me to do. I understand if you don't want to raise it with me."

I looked at her questioningly. "What the hell do you mean? I want to raise this baby with you, I didn't want you to give it up."

"Really?," she sniffled.

"Yes," I answered, burying my face in her hair. "I only went along with it because I thought you wanted to."

"I thought I wanted to too," she confessed. "But now that I've had some more time to think about it, I can't give this baby up."

"Are you sure, Ana?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Ana and I sat in my truck silently again, neither of us really knowing what to say. After a few long minutes of not talking, Ana broke the silence. "What are we going to do?"

I let out a puff of air. "Well, we could get an apartment, raise the baby together."

She humorlessly laughed. "With what money? I don't have a job, neither do you."

"I'd get a job," I said, determined. "I'd support our family."

"Puck, as sweet as that is, who's going to give you a job? And if you do get one, it's not going to be enough to buy an apartment and raise a baby."

I was stumped. As much as I wanted us to be a family, it just wasn't realistic. "I could get a job, too," Ana proposed. "We'd make enough money that way."

"Then who's going to take care of the baby?," I asked. Ana clenched her jaws together, obviously defeated too.

"Shit, shit, shit!," she swore. "We're so fucked."

"I- I have some money left over from my pool cleaning."

"How much?"

"About $500. That should help, right?"

"Yeah, but that's still not enough!"

"I could sell my guitar!"

"Baby, no! You can't sell your guitar, you love it."

"But I don't need it."

"I have a lot of stuff I could sell too. I have tons of shit that's just been sitting around."

I smiled excitedly. "See babe? We're not fucked! We're gonna be just fine."

"What about school?," she asked, still sounding depressed. "I'm never gonna get a good job if I drop out."

"Then don't drop out."

"I can't take care of a baby and go to high school, Puck."

"I'll drop out then, I'll take care of the baby."

"No!," she answered immediately. "You can not drop out of school Puck. That's not even close to being an option."

"It's not like I'm doing that great at school any ways. It's not going to be a big deal if I drop out."

"Don't say that. Don't say that ever again, okay?" I was confused. Why was she freaking out? "You are not dropping out."

"Fine then. We'll get a nanny, you can still go to school then."

"Where's the money for that gonna come from?"

"I dunno."

I could feel Ana start to cry again. "I'm not going to get a high school diploma."

"Yes, yes you are, babe," I assured her. "You're going to get a diploma, I promise you."

Ana squeezed her eyes shut, but quickly opened them. "Oh shit!," she swore, "shit, shit, shit, shit!"

"What? What?"

"How the fuck am I gonna tell my abuela? God dammit! She'll kill me."

I cringed, then thought about my mom. She was pissed about Quinn's pregnancy, and she'd be fucking livid about me getting Ana pregnant. "Do you wanna go tell her?," I asked.

"Are you shitting me?"

"She's gonna find out eventually, Ana. You need to tell her at some point."

"Fuck, you're right."

I kissed the top of her head. "Let's go."

To give Ms. Rivera some credit, she'd actually reacted better than I'd thought she would. Yeah, she'd screamed Spanish profanity (or at least I assumed it was profanity by the way Ana reacted), names were called, she actually hit me with the magazine she was reading, but after she'd cooled off, she'd been pretty civil.

"How could you do this, mi nieta? To your future, your body, your life?," Ms. Rivera pleaded.

"Abuela, I'm sorry. I know I screwed up big time-," Ana cried.

"'Screwed up big time'? You did more than 'screw up big time'!," Ms. Rivera exasperated. I couldn't take any more yelling. I stood up to tell Ms. Rivera to back the fuck off, but Ana pushed me back down.

"I know I messed up, but can you please forgive me? Please, abuela," Ana whimpered.

Ms. R clenched her jaw. "What are you planning to do about it, the baby that is?"

Ana and I exchanged glances. "Well, we were planning on raising it," I said.

She scoffed. "Do either of you realize how hard it is to raise a baby? Especially when you're just children yourselves!"

Ana looked down at the ground, ashamed. I decided to step in, "Ana is the most mature person I know. If anyone can raise a baby, it's her!"

"She's obviously not mature enough to stop you from knocking her up!"

"Abuela, I think we can do it, I know we can do it," Ana declared.

"What about further into the future? Are you two planning on getting married? Moving in together? What about a job? School? College?," Ms. R fired.

I took Ana's hand. "It would be an honor to marry your granddaughter. We were planning on moving into an apartment, we're both going to finish high school, get jobs and hire a nanny."

"Do you have money stashed somewhere that I don't know about? Nannies cost a lot of money, Noah."

"We'd figure it out," I muttered.

"I'll been your nanny. While you two are at work, I'll watch the little one."

"Really?," Ana asked, in awe. I have to admit, I was pretty surprised too.

"Well, yes! I'm not going to leave my great-grandchild home alone." And smiled. "What about your mother, Noah? Have you told her yet?"

I sighed. "No, not yet. I was going to go home after we were done talking to you and tell her." Ana grimaced, she obviously wasn't too excited about breaking the news to my mom.

"Well, I suggest you go do that now," Ms. R ordered. I got up, but Ana took my hand to pull me back down.

"Does that mean your not mad?," Ana asked.

"Mad? I'm absolutely livid! But, I'm glad that you're being mature about this. I'm glad you've thought it out." We both smiled.

"Okay, I'm going to go talk to my mom. Thank you, ma'am," I said, putting out my hand for Ms. Rivera to shake.

"Good-bye, Noah," she said, shaking my hand.

I planted a kiss on Ana's cheek. "Bye, babe. I'll pick you up tomorrow for school, okay?"

"Bye, Puck. I love you," she said, standing up to give me a hug.

"I love you too," I said, returning the embrace.

As I left the house, I flinched every moment I got closer to my house.

"You WHAT?," my mom screamed.

"I-," I tried to say.

"I heard you, Noah. I just can't believe it!"

"Mom-"

"How could you do that? After Quinn? You've ruined that poor girl's life!" Thanks mom, as if I didn't already know that.

"I know, ma-"

"I can not believe how irresponsible you are."

"Ma, can I please get a word in here? Please?"

Nostrils flaring, my mom grumbled, "fine. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I know I screwed up. But, I gonna take responsibility for that this time. Ana and I are keeping the baby-," I explained. When Mom tried to interrupt me again, I put my hand up to her. "I know that it's a big responsibility, I know you don't think I can handle it, Ms. Rivera already told me. But I'm ready to take it on. We're moving in together, we're both getting jobs and buying an apartment."

"Whose taking care of the baby while you're at work?"

"Ms. Rivera said she would."

"Oh, Noah, I'll help baby-sit too."

"Okay."

Mom and I stood there for a while, her glaring at me and my hands shoved in my pockets.

"It seems as though you've given this a lot of thought." I nodded. "Taking care of a baby isn't like having a puppy. You can't just give it up when times get tough."

"I know, ma."

Mom crossed her arms over her chest and stared at me for a little longer.

"How's Ana dealing with all of this?"

I sighed. "She's scared. We both are."

My mom sighed too, came up to me and gave me a big hug. I squeezed her back, making sure not to break her.

"What am I going to do with you, Noah?"

"I'm so sorry, Mom."

"We're going to get through this, sweetie."

"I sure hope so."