Sorry there Kristen, but I had an awesome idea about this! I'm in such a good mood about this!

I own nothing, cuz if I did, well you all have a small idea about what I would put in it...

To Tell Him or Not to Tell him?
That is the Freakishly Crappy Question.

Dinner was when things got really out of hand.

Being preggo I had those cravings and that night I learned that when you add Tapioca Pudding and carmel sauce on top of meat loaf, you get stared at. All Tori really had done was stiffle a laugh and Simon tried not to stare. Derek stared at me in, I think, awe and disgust, but mostly awe. I bet he never guessed someone as small as me could eat so much.

"This is nasty." I said with food threatening to fall out of my mouth.

"Then why are you eating it?" Derek asked. I shrugged. Darnit! I need to quit doing that.

"I've no idea!" I said in utter amazement. Fake utter amazemnt, anyway. I knew exactly why I was eating so much: cravings. I was only a couple weeks along, but this baby was getting a bit needy, but i guess this was my life now...

Simon slid a piece of paper towards me. I opened it and read:

Tell Him

Now.

I crumbled up the paper and shoved it into my pocket. I mouthed the word leter then excused myself.

I walked into my room, lied on my bed, then cried. I was a mess. Fifteen and pregnant. I didn't even have the decency to wait till I got to sixteen.

"I'm a whore." I mumbled to myself.

"What are you talking about?" I sat up and looked at Derek who was leaning against my doorway. I tried to brush away the tears, but nothing seemed to work. I mentally cursed myself.

He headed over and sat down next to me which sent chills up my spine.

"What's up with you?" He asked. I swallowed a large lump in my throat and stared at the ground.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked and he nodded, "Promise not to g-get mad?" He nodded again with a smile.

"I'm sure it's not that bad." He chuckled. I tried to laugh a bit too, but it came out more as the sounds of a dieing animal.

"R-Remember when we...um d-d-d-did s-something?" I asked and he went a deep shade of red.

"Uh, um yeah. What about it?"

"Well, u-u-um I'm p-p-pregna-na-nant." I stuttered. I thought he wouldn't be able to understand me, but he did. I knew this because he went still and I heard his breath catch in his throat.

"You're, um, uh."

"Yeah." I took a peek at him, but he didn't really show any emotion, "Are you mad at me?" I asked and he shook his head.

"No, God, no. It's equaly my fault. I um put..." I giggled and put my hand up.

"I know. I was there." He took a look at me then smiled a bit.

"What would you like me to do?" He asked, complete sorrow in his voice. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"No, don't do that!"

"Do what?"

"Don't do that self loathing thing and regret everything that happened. Don't do what I ask because you think you have to!" I yelled and he looked at me.

"I don't regret it." He said softly. If I wasn't used to hearing his grumbly voice, i would never have heard the statement, but only a low rumble.

"Me neither."

"I want to help, because I want to help." He looked at my stomach and then at me.

"What are we naming it?" He asked and I giggled.

"We don't even know whether it's a boy or a girl. How are we supposed to pick a name?" He shrugged. That was contagious, I swear. I leaned agianst him and he put his arm around me.

"I like Sofia or Lilly." He said and I looked at him.

"What if it's a boy?"

"Ian or Devin."

"I like Trinity or maybe Tristen." He looked at me.

"You like T-R names, don't you?" I nodded.

After a while of talking, I walked out of his room and into mine. It was already late, so I decided that sleep was a good idea.

I hadn't been asleep for long when I heard a large thump.

I looked around, but didn't turn on my light, in case it was the Edison Group. I slowly slid out out of bed and walked out of my room. The thump was coming from Derek's room so I opened the door.

There, inside was Derek, hitting his head with a very large math book. I ran into the room and tried to take it from him.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I practically yelled.

"It's all my fault! I'm putting you through Hell..." I couldn't think of anything to shut up him up so I smacked him, hard.

He stared at me in surprise then looked at his feet in shame.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"It's all my fault." He whispered, barely audible.

"What happened to 'it's equally our faults?' " I asked, but he didn't answer, "Derek, what did you hope to accomplish with hitting yourself?"

"I was mad at myself. I figured I deserved it." My mouth went wide.

"You are an idiot." I said and once again, I surprised him, but not for long because he began nodding.

"I am sorry.."

"Shut up!" I commanded and he obeyed, "It is my fault also, so if you are going to keep this up, don't talk to me. If you are willing to get over it and just go with the flow, I would like you to participate in raising the baby and helping me through these next months. Pick." He looked up at me then sighed.

"I want to help."

"Then no more of this." I waved my hands over the books. He nodded.

"Deal?"

"Deal."

Okay, so I had to give Derek a better reaction than just accepting it. I mean, what would a guy do if he learned he was going to be a father? R&R PLZ!