Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this story except for the Robinson family.
Thanks to Tori who helped me a bit with this first chappy.
Chapter One – Sharp Discoveries
Jaime looked at the little white stick in her hands, the two blue lines evident. Her parents were going to kill her. Perched on the edge of the bathtub, a single tear left her ocean blue eyes. In the eyes of their religion, sex before marriage was a mortal sin, so was abortion. There was nothing she could do now; she would have to tell them. Even with all the yelling and lectures, it would be better than carrying this burden alone. Most of all, she knew she'd have to tell him. After all he was the father. He wouldn't be happy and neither would his dad. In fact it would be safe to say, it's possible she might end up bringing this baby into the world and raising it alone. Although she knew Sam would try to be there, his dad could be very temperamental and unpredictable at times. He might yell, scream and even accuse her of trapping his son.
"Honey, are you okay in there?" asked her mother from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Although she tried with all her might, she just couldn't stifle the sobs that were begging to be released. She went over to the door and opened it. She hugged her mom tight and wouldn't let go.
Looking past her daughter, Mrs Robinson could see the positive pregnancy test lying on the bathroom counter.
"Oh Honey, what are we going to do?" She said sympathetically, with a hint of disappointment clearly detectable in her voice.
Jaime was right when she predicted her dad would hit the roof. He yelled and used every choice word under the sun. She couldn't help thinking about the long confession and the many "hail Marys" he'd have to say the next day. Thankfully she managed to convince him not to march her down to the Winchester household and to let her tell Sam by herself.
The next day was crunch time and as soon as she saw him in the hallway, she grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him through a door.
"Couldn't resist me, could ya? I knew it." As soon as he saw the look on her face he realised that humour was not appropriate at this particular moment. "What's up, J?"
"I don't really know how to tell you this, Sam, but....." She couldn't help stuttering, she was frightened of his reaction.
"Just spit it out." He could tell from her tone of voice that what she was going to say was serious.
"I'm pregnant." The look of pure shock on his face gave away exactly what he was feeling."Listen, Sam, I'm keeping it. You can be as involved as you want to be." In truth, Jaime wasn't really sure whether this would actually make him feel better, but it felt right for her to say it, to give him a way out, if he wanted it.
"I can't believe this; I don't know what to say. I thought we were careful."
"Obviously not careful enough. Look Sam, I know you are probably pretty shocked right now, but I'm carrying your baby. Yours and mine, ours. It's too late for me, I'm stuck, but you can still get out, get your scholarship, go to college, be some hotshot lawyer, I could understand if you wanted to." She didn't want him to leave her, but she wanted what was best for him and for him to be happy, and if he couldn't be happy with her and their child, then he'd have to go where he would be. She definitely wouldn't stand in his way; she loved him too much to do that.
"Of course I'm shocked right now, in fact I'm pretty sure it hasn't sunk in just yet, but if I know one thing, it's that I love you, Jaime Robinson and whatever you want is fine with me." He pulled her close to him and kissed her forehead. It was times like this she knew they were meant to be together.
There was giggling coming from the other side of the door and they quickly separated, just in time too as it swung open revealing girls. Shocked expressions were seen and Jaime glanced around them, finding that not only was this not the best place to talk to Sam, but it was the girl's restroom.
"Having a mid class quickie?" one of them asked as the group walked in and to the counter.
Jaime's eyes returned to her boyfriend beside and saw as his face went many different shades of pink and red.
"See you later J," Sam said as he rushed out of the room, not even taking a moment to check if anyone was in the hallway. Thankfully it was empty, saving him the public embarrassment, but leaving the memory of a boy in the ladies room forever etched into the girl's minds.
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Sam had trouble deciding what to do next. He was going to be a father; there was no doubt about that. What would his father say? If he and Jaime were actually going to do this, they would need help. Neither of them had any parenting experience or younger siblings to take care of. His dad would go crazy. He needed someone on his side and Sam knew just the person. The person that had cooked him meals and taken care of him when he was sick. That person was his big brother Dean.
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Dean was doing routine maintenance work on the Impala when Sam decided to approach him. He was always in the best mood when fixing up his "baby".
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy?" asked Dean, sliding out from underneath the car, he was wearing oil-covered overalls.
"Erm..." Stuttered Sam.
"Come on, Sammy, I ain't got all day."
"I'm in big trouble." Dean's expression became serious. He was silently wondering who he'd have to beat up and for what reason.
"What happened?" asked Dean.
"Jaime's pregnant."
Dean's face fell. He'd always thought if this was gonna happen to one of them, it would be himself, not Sammy, the thinker, the planner.
"Well, what're you gonna do?" asked Dean.
"She wants it. We want it."
"Take it from me, bro. It's gonna be hard work. Are you both sure about this? A baby is a lot of work, screaming, crying, pooping, puking, all of that and you have to be sure." This was the million dollar question.
"We are. Completely." Answered Sam immediately. This was all Dean needed to feel reassured.
"Okay bro. You're gonna be a dad! Congrats!" smiled Dean. He wasn't exactly thrilled about his little brother's impending fatherhood, but Sam didn't know that. He'd had enough crap in his life, he deserved to be happy.
"Just one thing, Dean."
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"How the hell are we gonna tell Dad?"
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