I'M BACK! Now that it's March Break I've FINALLY gotten a break for the first time in about 3 months. A Chorus Line is over and I went through major withdrawal, but it was amazing and one of the best experiences in my entire life. RENT is at the end of the month, but I decided to take advantage of my time and come back! Anyways this is my first drabble fic from Wendla's point of view. It's also my first non-children fic for SA. I'm not used to doing drabble, but I decided to give it a shot, so I'm sorry it's short and if it's horrible! But I'd still love reviews!

Disclaimer: Spring Awakening. Not mine. Just saying.

Pregnant.

No longer innocent.

I'm going to have a child.

No matter how you say it, it still sounds unreal to me.

I trusted him. The boy that I had grown up with and trusted had gotten me pregnant.

What was I thinking? I didn't know what was happening that night in the hayloft. To be honest, I don't think he did either.

But God, it felt so right. It felt like heaven. I've never felt anything like that before. Actually, scratch that; my whole life I've never felt anything. I would've given anything to feel something outside of the protective bubble that Mama had trapped me in my entire life.

Mama's yelling outside my door. She's talking to Papa about the "situation" I'm in. I can't quite hear what Papa is saying; he's quieter than Mama about it. Please, Papa, defend me against Mama, the woman who lied to me.

I mean a stork? I never really bought that anyway. Whenever Mama told me about my sister and the stork, I played along to make her happy. I'm sure she never bought it when she was a child either.

My sister...I see the way she looks at her children. When Mama and I visited her and her baby girl, I saw a joy in her eyes I've never seen before. And I don't know why, but I was jealous. I wanted to have that feeling; the feeling of love that you never see in anyone's eyes but your child.

I smiled. Thanks to this little being I was going to have that feeling. I've never really pictured myself as a mother, but now, I can't wait.

Mama and Papa are done arguing now. I can hear their footsteps coming closer my way, ready to talk to me about this, and probably trying to convince me to get rid of it. I don't care. I know I have to be strong. I need to be strong for myself, and not let Mama or anyone else hurt me. I need to be strong in case Melchior decides not to stay. I need to be strong for me.

And for the tiny, precious, little life growing inside me right now.

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