A/N: thanks for choosing to read this story, I should update about every three to five days. Make sure to check the point of view and date of the chapters. Also, writing in italics is the person narrating thoughts. Underlined writing is texting.


Maya POV~ 8/01/18

I stood frozen in my bathroom, staring back at my reflection in the mirror. My stomach was rolling with nerves and fear. The little white stick I clutched in my hands held the tellings of my future. My knuckles were white I was holding onto it so tight. My timer let out a shrill ring, that I silenced with a tap on my phone screen. I turned my hand to look at the test.

Two pink lines. Pregnant. These two little lines just ruined my life, my future was now taken up by diapers and swaddlers. My worst fear was warping into reality, quickly. I was pregnant at eighteen, a senior in high school. I stuff the test into the depth of my purse and leave the apartment so I can catch the subway to Riley's house on time.

The motion of the subway sways my stomach and I have to talk myself out of throwing up right then and there. Once I get out of the cramped train and I start walking, the uneasiness goes away but as I turn the corner to Riley's fire escape it comes right back. I barely grasp her garbage can in my arms when I dry heave.

I cough a few more times but Riley runs up behind me and starts rubbing my back, which relaxes my stomach.

"Are you ok, Peaches?" she asks, handing me a tissue to wipe my face.

"No, I've just been feeling sick recently," I say, ignoring how heavy the positive test feels in my bag.

"Oh no. You should have some toast for breakfast, let's go," she says opening the door and looking at me expectantly. I stand up and follow her to the kitchen keeping my bag hugged to my chest.

"Morning Maya!" Topanga calls never looking up from the stove.

"Morning Topy," I call back sliding onto the bench next to Auggie and ruffling his hair. He greets me through a mouth of pancake. Maybe a little boy will be fun.

I finish eating quickly and quietly, the Mathews family is bustling around me but it feels good to be distracted. "Topy, can I talk to you?" I ask her as she is packing lunches for Auggie and Riley.

Her eyebrows furrow but she nods. "Cory, come finish the kids' lunches I need to talk with Maya," she requests, pulling me into her bedroom and closing the door. "What's up Warrior?"

"I messed up," I start with.

"Did you not do your homework? Did you punch you half-sister again?" she rattles of, looking pensive. I shake my head.

I take a deep breath. "I'm pregnant. I think I'm pregnant at least. It says I'm pregnant." I stumble through the confession but manage to produce the test and wave it in front of Topanga's face.

She laughs and grabs my wrist. I can tell she's trying to read the test but can't, she grabs it from my hands and examines it. She nodded. "Yeah, I'd say your pregnant. Have you made an appointment with an ob yet?"

I shake my head. "Aren't you mad or disappointed or angry?"

"Of course not honey, I was barely older than you when I had Riley. I was 19-almost-20. What is important right now however is getting you an ob appointment… and handling Cory's reaction." She says. I nod and relief floods through me. Ms Mathews opinion was my most feared on this, but turns out I had no reason to worry.

"Thank you, Ms Mathews."

"You are very welcome Miss Maya. I'll text you when I make the appointment." she says, smiling motherly and leaving the room.

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Ms Mathews' support convinced me to tell Lucas I was having a baby. Not Riley, Riley would never understand… well maybe she would. But not even her undeniable confidence in me could stop me from wondering what I had gotten into.

At lunch I was sitting with Zay, Riley, Lucas, Farkle and Smackle. They were discussing the newest history assignment-to write a letter to someone we've wronged explaining how and why. And for extra credit we can write two.

"Maya, do you know who you're writing to?" Farkle asks me.

I nodd. "Yeah. Who are you guys writing to?"

"I'm writing to Vanessa," Zay laments, dramatically tossing his head back.

"I'm writing to Mr Matthews," Farkle and Smackle say.

"I'm going to write to Auggie," Riley says.

Lucas stays quite and I don't blame him, our friends can be nosy.

And I'm going to write to Lucas because I'm pregnant and might make the wrong decisions, and to my baby because I'm definitely going to make some wrong decisions.

Then my phone beeped, silencing our friend group. I looked down, it was Topanga. Hey there Maya, hope your hanging in. make sure to eat and drink lots of water. I made you an appointment for today at 3:15. You really should consider telling Riley and Lucas. ;)

"Who was that?" asked Riley, a little bitingly, like I'm not allowed to be texted my anyone but her.

"My mom." I lie to her.

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We're in Mr Matthews' class when I start feeling queasy. I try to focus on my breathing and take slow sips from my water bottle and eventually it fades away.

"Alright class, that's today's lesson. If you haven't already, you should start writing and editing your letters. You can get envelopes from my desk and form a pile of sealed letters once your done," he said, opening a newspaper.

Besides me Riley flipped through her notebook until she found a page she deemed good enough and started writing. Farkle and Smackle exchanged ideas on sentence structure and grammar, behind me Lucas hummed as her wrote. I couldn't really focus and but I still tried.

Dear baby,

This is your Momma writing, my names is Maya and I am 18-years-old. I just found out about you and have an appointment today to see you. I'm going to tell your Daddy about you once I'm done writing these blasted letters. I don't know if you're a boy or girl but I think I'll love you anyway. I know I'm going to mess up while I'm your Mommy but I promise I'm trying. I'm so young and don't really know what comes with parenting but I plan on trying my best.

Love, Mommy

I opened to another piece of paper and started writing another letter.

Dear Mr Mathews,

I'm sorry you have to find out this way. I'm pregnant, I know you had such great expected such great things from me. I'm sorry to let you down. I don't plan on dropping out of school, in fact I'm even more determined to do well. I want to become a teacher, like you. History. Taught through the students. I'm really sorry Mr Mathews and I hope you know how much I look up to you.

Love, Maya

And one more letter.

Dear Lucas,

We have always had a complicated relationship, pushing our feelings away for Riley. Until we were allowed to be together and it was amazing. I loved every second of being your girlfriend and was more distraught than I let on when we broke up. We made a little mistake along the way, people make mistakes all the time but this one is big. Luckily I' ll have told you this in person by the time you read this but if you happen to miss the conversation, we're pregnant. I don't know how far along but we should know that after the appointment. I really am sorry for pulling you into this but if there is anything Ms Mathews has taught me it's to not keep secrets about people from them. I love you, I think I told you that while we were dating. But then we broke up and kind of stopped talking. But I don't think I ever stopped loving you and knowing that I'm having this baby just kind of intensifies that.

Love, Maya

I walked to Mr Mathews desk to get two envelopes for the letters. In one I put Baby and Mr Mathews letters. In the other I put Lucas'. I dropped them on the small stack of letters on Mr Mathews' desk. "May I talk to Lucas outside, sir?" I whispered to the history professor and he nodded.

I stood over Lucas' desk and grabbed his forearm which made him look up. I gave it a tug and looked towards the door. He got the hint, stood up and followed me into the hallway.

There was a beat of awkward silence, the same one that had been following us since our breakup.

"I'm pregnant," I said when it was clear he was capable of standing in silence all day.

"Why are you telling me this, Maya?" He sounded bothered, he looked up instead of at me which made me huffy and puffy for some reason.

"Because this is big. Why are you so annoyed?" I challenged.

"Because we broke up and in the.. What?... two and a half months we've been apart you got knocked up. You always pushed away the thought of having a baby with me, even in the future." Ohhhhh. He said this looking dead at me which was somehow worse than him looking not at me.

"Let me rephrase that. We're pregnant," I tried again, pushing a hand against my stomach.

He nodded a few times, mouth slightly open, eyes understanding now. "How do you know it's mine?"

I shook my head. "What do you mean, Lucas?"

"What about Brandon, Maya?"

"What about Brandon?" This guy is crazy.

"How do you know Brandon isn't the father?" He sat down on a nearby bench and I followed suit.

I've never spoken to Brandon. I've never dated Brandon. I've never had sex with Brandon, Lucas. Where did you get him from?" My voice contained a chuckle that I couldn't shake. This whole situation was rather ridiculous.

"I thought we broke up because of Brandon," he confessed, quietly, looking down.

"I thought we broke up because of Riley."

"Are we supposed to get back together now?"

"I don't know. Just come with me to the appointment today. Please?" I asked softly.

He nodded. "Of course, can't abandon you now," he said, looking over the maze of lockers.

"Actually, you can," I said, standing and walking towards the classroom.

"But I wouldn't," he said. Very, very quietly.