Re-written on 1/11/13
Yay! I made it to the third chapter! Ok guys, so I am ecstatic right now. I just looked and saw that I had 23 REVIEWS! I actually started crying when I read your reviews. Don't worry, they were good tears! I might do shout outs every 5 chapters, so look out for those. Also, some of you were wondering about the due date and stuff. Well, today I turned 6 months pregnant (yay!), and the baby is Due in Late October. Around the 23. So there ya go! Here is a chapter that took me FOREVER to write, but I had a ton of fun with this one.
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As I pulled into the driveway, I began doubting myself. How would I go about this? Should I even tell him? Maybe I would be better off not telling him and raising my child as a single parent. For Heaven's sake, the boy doesn't even know how to hold a puppy, let alone a baby!
I could just tell everyone that it was the result of a one-night stand with a random boy in New York after a night of partying. It would be easy, and I could give the child up for adoption before it could grow up enough to resemble Puck in any way.
I enjoyed the sound of the plan very much in my head, but I knew that I could never keep that a secret from Puck. It wouldn't be right; I would feel too guilty.
"Deep breaths, Sabrina. You can do this," I thought to myself, trying to calm my mental hyperventilating.
I blankly stared at the steering wheel for a few minutes, thinking of what the baby would look like. I was stalling, and I knew it. Ashamed of my cowardly behavior, I finally got up enough nerve to leave the car and enter the house.
A mustard-yellow sticky note was the first thing that I saw when I opened the door. It resided on the key rack, and I skimmed it quickly as I hung my keys.
Brina,
We have all left to town to investigate a crime. Princess Pea had her mattresses stolen again. Puck refused to go, and you weren't here when we left, so you two are the only ones home. Make sure the house doesn't burn down. We'll be back by dinnertime. See you then.
-Uncle Jake
I cheered mentally. This would be easier than I had thought. Nobody's here to hear Puck freaking out and question it.
I mentally frowned, though, when I realized that this could end badly and nobody was around to hear my screams for mercy.
I laughed at myself when I realized what I was saying. Puck would never actually try to hurt me...I hope.
"PUCK, OPEN UP! THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT!" I screamed as I furiously pounded on the door. I had knocked for the past five minutes, and he had yet to respond.
The door flew open suddenly, right in mid-knock. I lost my balance due to the unexpected opening and fell face-first on the ground. I quickly jumped up, my body colliding with none other than Puck, whose body was shaking with laughter.
"Well, well, well. Can't keep your hands off me, can you Grimm?" said Puck cheekily, giving me a wink as I stepped back. I laughed at the irony of that statement.
"Puck, I need to ask you something...personal," I said quietly, "Have you lost your...virginity?"
Puck spluttered a bit, his eyes bugging out of his head. His face flushed red and I had to suppress a giggle. He stuttered, then finally spoke clearly.
"Uh, what's it to ya?"
He looked down at his feet. For crying out loud, we were 17! Yet, he was acting like a 11-year-old boy! He may have grown up physically, but mentally, he was still a kid.
"Puck, do you remember who it was?"
"Uhh, Sabrina, can you stop asking me weird questions, you're kinda freakin' me out. It's not like you've lost yours, anyways!" He cried out, hands fidgeting.
"Actually Puck, I have lost mine. And I kind of have ask because... I was the one you lost it to. Remember Sierra's party? We drank a lot at that party," I looked at him and struggled not to sob. When did I become such a baby?
"What!? That's impossible. The girl I was with had a tattoo of a butterfly on her hip. That's all I remember. You don't have any tats!" he exclaimed, looking relieved to prove me wrong.
I sighed and tugged the waistband of my pants down slightly to reveal a violet butterfly. I could feel Puck's eyes burning a hole into my tattoo, frozen with shock.
"See? I told you."
Puck continued to stare at me, a strange look on his face. He looked sort of...smug? I laughed silently, knowing that that smirk would disappear after my next piece of news.
"Where did you get that tattoo?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"My 16th birthday. Uncle Jake gave me his permission for it as my gift."
"Oh," He cleared his throat awkwardly. " I think I need some water. This is a lot to take in. I mean, I slept with Grimm, for pete's sake."
He ordered one of his chimps to get some water from the lagoon. The chimp returned with a glass and Puck silently began to drink it.
"Puck, I have some other news as well, and you might want to sit down for this." I said nervously.
"Oh please, I'm the Trickster King. I can handle anything."
"Suit yourself," I murmured under my breath before speaking clearly. "Please just don't...freak out, okay? This isn't easy to tell you."
He gave me a confused glance, clearly having no idea what I was going to say.
"I'm...pregnant." I whispered, keeping my eyes on the ground.
I waited for him to say something, but I heard nothing. I mustered up the courage to look up, afraid that he had ran away.
He was standing there, his face bright red. He looked in pain, like he was choking...
"Puck? Puck! Are you okay!?" I ran over to him, hitting my fists on his back. He let out a loud cough and water streamed out of his mouth. He had a small coughing fit for a minute or two, trying to regain his composure. Finally, he straightened himself out and looked at me.
"And it's...mine?" he croaked, voice raw from the coughing.
I nodded, fighting the urge to cry.
A slight smile crept on his face. "You're just joking around, aren't ya? Good one Grimm, you really got me."
I shook my head, tears starting to squeeze their way out of my eyes. I looked down at the ground again, scared to see what would happen next.
I was surprised when I felt a warm, strong pair of arms wrap around me. I stiffened when I realized it was Puck, but I realized I was being silly and relaxed into his arms.
"Since when have you given out hugs?" I said, unable to contain my awe. He quickly released me and walked backwards a few steps, embarrassed. I regretted saying it.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. "We could get an abortion, if you want. Nobody would find out"
I shook my head. I could never live with my guilt if I did. I saw him relax a bit, and I knew he hadn't wanted that choice either.
The silence was broken by a loud grumble. Puck looked around, confused, before realizing it was my stomach. I hadn't even notice dhow hungry I was, but I remembered I had vomited my entire dinner.
"We should go eat. I haven't even had lunch and it's 5:00 in the afternoon." I said as my stomach growled again.
He nodded and we headed downstairs.
30 minutes later, we sat at the table, eating cold cereal. It was silent between us, but not as awkward as I thought it would be.
"Brina, how are we going to tell them? They will be home soon ya know. Should we tell them then?" said Puck, breaking the silence. I noticed with surprise that he called me Brina, but I didn't say anything.
"I dunno, Puck. I think we should wait a few weeks, until I'm beginning to get a bump. Then we can tell them together."
"Good idea."
There was silence, but Puck spoke up again. "Grimm, what about school?"
I choked on a blueberry mini-wheat. He handed me my glass of milk, and I washed it down my throat.
"We'll just have to deal with it. We can't do anything about it." I replied, suddenly feeling very nervous.
He nodded. We continued to eat in silence.
I nearly jumped a foot as I heard the front door fling open and hit the wall.
Daphne rushed into the kitchen, Red in tow.
"Sabrina! I've missed you soo much!" Daphne yelled, engulfing me in a hug.
"You saw me this morning!" I chuckled, returning the hug.
She shrugged. "Well, yeah, but I still missed you."
Daphne let go of me and waved to Puck before tugging Red up the stairs to go play. I looked at Puck and shrugged; he gave a goofy smile in response. I felt my heart tug a little at his smile, but I quickly shook the thought away. Since when have I found Puck's smile nice?
Must be the pregnancy thinking.
We all sat around the TV for dinner, eating pizza on paper plates. Granny was too exhausted to cook and clean dishes, so we opted for delivery.
I absent-mindedly looked around the room as we ate, bored with the television show. It was Daphne's night to choose what we watched, and she had turned it to a dumb girly show meant for pre-teens.
I noticed Puck was staring off into space, which was strange since TV was his favorite thing in the world, no matter what show we were watching.
Finally, after a few episodes of Alexis Texas, Granny shut off the television.
"Beddddtimmmmeeee!" she chirped in a sing-song voice. Daphne and Red groaned. Puck was still looking off. I snuck up behind him, my hands stretched out.
"PUCKY WUCKY BEDTIME!" I shouted next to his head, tickling his neck with my hands.
"GAHHH! SABRINA!" he screamed, having fallen off the couch.
I roared with laughter; not that I found it that funny, but since I felt like I needed a good laugh. Everyone else was laughing too, but not as hard as me. Puck gave me an icy look, then stomped upstairs.
Everyone began migrating to their bedrooms, saying their goodnights to one another. Daphne and Red shared a room now, so I had my own room, right across the hall from Puck's.
I reached my room, but paused before opening my door. I glanced at Puck's door warily, mentally debating whether or not to knock on the door. I decided to talk to him, so I knocked lightly on the door. He opened the door, giving me a look.
"May I help you?"
I pushed past him, into his room. I wanted to talk alone. He seemed to understand, so he shut the door.
"Puck, I'm sorry about the whole living room thing. That was uncalled for, and it was immature. I'm sorry for mak-"
"Sabrina, I'm not even mad about that, I don't even care." he said, interrupting me.
"Oh. Well, you seemed peeved so I don't know, I just thought I would apologize. Uhm, alright, well goodnight, I suppose." I said hurriedly, suddenly feeling unwelcome.
"Wait, Grimm, I think we should talk about our...future, soon. Umm, what were you thinking?"
I laughed at Puck's lost expression.
" Puck, it's late. We can't plan out our future just in a random five minutes before bed." I giggled, but I felt weird saying "our future". It reminded me harshly that this baby could change not just my life, but Puck's as well.
"Let's talk tomorrow then. How about we go to lunch together? We can talk everything over." he said, seeming genuinely caring. His kind attitude was so foreign to me, I was a little bit taken away. Tell Puck you're pregnant and suddenly he becomes Mr. Nice Guy.
"Good idea." I said through a big yawn. He smiled at me, which only led to confuse me more on his sudden change of behavior.
Without thinking, I engulfed him in a hug. He let out a little huff of surprise, but returned it quickly. I flushed a little bit as I realized what I was doing.
"I'm gonna have to start calling you Mama Bear." He chuckled breathily in my ear. My heart beat a little bit faster, and I had no idea why.
"Then I guess that makes you Papa Bear." I joked as I pulled away from the hug and began backing out of the room.
As I laid down in my bed, I thought the day over. Everything had gone surprisingly well. Well, well enough for a pregnant seventeen year old, I should say. I recalled the two hugs I exchanged with Puck, and found myself smiling into the dark.
This may not be so bad after all.
Awwwww, how cute. I added a bit of Puckabrina there for all you Puckabrina fans!
Also, the thing about Puck not knowing how to hold a puppy. I want to thank my friend for telling me that! She was talking about how her brother would be a horrible father because he couldn't even hold his own puppy. Sad, I know.
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