AN: Sorry for the formatting. I am brand new to writing fanfics, or well anything for that matter and I am trying to figure out how to upload stories onto here. Also if you had read the story before i edited the chapters i am very sorry for the confusion and didn't notice that it had not changed before i edited everything. Very sorry. I hope you like the story.

Mistaken Luck

How the hell did I let this happen!? It was only supposed to be an experiment. I was just confused and I thought maybe sleeping with him would clear my mind up. Now it is a little over nine months later and I am being rushed to the hospital about to deliver his child. Of course, the second I told him he went running away saying stuff like "we aren't together" and "you don't even like guys" or my favorite "we were only together once! How do I know if it is even mine?" Seeing on how he was my first and only and I highly doubt I am the next Virgin Mary, I am pretty sure it is his.

Oh my god, I can't believe I tried psyching myself into believing that finding myself was worth this. I am never having sex again after this! It feels like I am in a horror movie about to have some huge alien burst from inside me. Oh look we made it to the hospital finally and in one piece, no thanks to my sisters horrible driving. I still think we should have picked up that bicyclist she ran off the road. I mean we were coming to the hospital anyway right?

In case you missed the part where I don't like guys, it is true. That whole bragging about being able to "turn any girl straight"… If it was a class he would have received a big fat "0". I don't really know how but after sleeping with him he made me cringe at the thought of even kissing a guy.

Unfortunately for me the guy I chose to "find myself" was a complete moron who didn't know how to put a condom on right. So I don't have to explain why the past year of high school I didn't need to worry about getting hit on by anyone. Nope instead I had to worry if my father would ever give me a phone again, or take the lock off the outside of my bedroom door, you know I would even feel better without the bars on the outside of my windows. I swear I love him to death, but it really does suck having a cop as a dad. I can only imagine what he's going to do when I tell him I am gay.

If this damn nurse tells me to keep calm and breathe steady one more time I am going to shove a watermelon so far up her cooch, and then we can see how she feels having to push it out. Seriously woman, what the hell did you expect for me to be all smiles and sunshine?! Oh thank god here is the doctor, maybe he can get this smiling 'joker wanna-be' nurse out of here before I give her the scars to go along with that damn smile.

"Hello Victoria and how are we doing? My name is Dr. Burnam and I will be helping you deliver your child today. Are you ready to become a mother yet? What am I saying, you had nine months to prepare for this so of course you are" he chuckled. Oh Jesus Christ he is worse than the nurse. Someone quick go get the nurse back I would rather be trying to ignore that stupid smile than this guy's annoying damn voice!

He checks to see if I am fully dilated and unfortunately for me I get to see him in another 20 minutes for him to check again and every 20 minutes after that until I am at the 10cm dilated that I am needed to be. I cannot believe I have to deal with this. How unlucky do you have to be to have sex once and get pregnant? Better yet how unlucky do you have to be to be a lesbian have sex with a guy once, get pregnant and still be forced to finish out high school with everyone thinking you are a complete whore?

I would say I can't wait for the night to be over, but I know it is just going to get worse from here on out. Don't get me wrong carrying this child in me for months made me have an undying love for my child. I however, am not under any illusion that juggling motherhood and schoolwork is going to be a living nightmare if I ever dream of sleeping again.

Oh look that doctor is back. Let's hope he says I can start soon because as of now I am about to break my father's hand with this death grip.

"Well Ms. Vega I guess I will be back in another 20 minutes" he says with a straight face as my father screams in pain and his knees buckle from my grip tightening to almost hulk levels. The doctors thin lips curve into a smile as he starts to laugh "I'm just joking with you haha. Let's get you prepped for delivery shall we? Now we usually only allow two people in here while she is giving birth so one of you must leave" he claims as he looks between my parents and my sister.

"Goodbye Trina!" I shout as she was about to argue why she should stay. Honestly at this point maybe she should stay she can take my father's place and I can actually break her damn hand. You know as payback for all those early morning vocal exercises she puts us through every damn morning of our lives. How did she get into an art school is beyond me. Must have been some deaf judges at her audition or my father might have bribed them. But the only way I see us having that amount of money is cutting through our college fund… Wait you don't think… OH MY GOD! No. no calm down Tori he wouldn't do that right now you need to focus. You have a baby on the way so get it together!

At this point I don't know who is screaming louder me or my father as my mother just holds my hair out of my face chanting "Breathe Tori, you are doing so great just keep breathing" over and over again. Now I am pushing just so I can see my baby and get these emotional wrecks away from me.

I give them one more big push, feeling my father's bones constrict within my hand as I squeeze beyond any strength I thought I could ever have. When I finally hear the sound of a crying baby I drop myself into a laying position as exhaustion completely takes over and all energy in my body is spent from the hours of labor.

As I am resting trying to recover any ounce of energy I can to hold my new born child they bring it over to me after they cleaned it and put them into a small blanket. "Would you like to hold your new baby boy?" the joker nurse asks me.

I just stare dumbly at her before nodding my head, unable to muster the energy to find my voice after all the screaming. My first sight of my son was mesmerizing, his tiny hands curled into little balls as he is trying to sleep in my arms, the little tuft of brown curly hair at the top of his head that you can't help but to groom back as softly as you can in a comforting manner.

I can't believe I am about to say this but it was totally worth it!