Okay, 2 OCs in this fic. If you read my profile, you'd know them. They're Jessica, Danny's sister, and Rachel, Sam's sister. Both are 20 years old.
Jessica was living in Danny and Sam's house, kind of like her helper. Sam was nine months pregnant, and due any day. Jessica was the biologist of the family, so it made sense. Her job there was to care for Sam when Danny couldn't, or simply assist in daily activities. She also helped pack for the upcoming day.
Danny and his sister were sitting around the wooden coffee table, except Sam was a bit neurotic. She just kept circling them, muttering random things.
"What if it's a breech baby, maybe it will be deformed, have some sort of disability…"
Danny was lost in similar thought. Whenever Sam said something new, it made him the slightest bit more nervous. "What if what Sam is saying is true? What if I become a bad father? What if I destroy my son- or daughter, whatever it will be? What if he becomes a dad at 16… or she? What if my child gets drunk at a party and screws up its life? What if…"
Jessica just stared at the two of them, concerned. As if on cue, Sam paused. She looked down, and the two girls gasped. Danny just stared at the floor below her, speechless.
"Sam, you- you're gonna have a baby."