Over Our Heads; Out of Our Minds~
Chapter Two
Dave-
You just walked out of your shared bedroom and proceeded down the hall to your office. You close the door behind you as you sit down in your swivel chair, turning on your computer. You pull out a file from your brown messenger bag and grab a pen. Signing your name on most of the papers, you lean back in your chair and rubbed your eyes.
Did that just seriously happen? Your boyfriend is actually pregnant, and you jumped to just getting an abortion? God damn it you're a fucking moron. You feel like complete shit right now, but you can't have a child, there is no time for a child. You're only 23 years old, and you still haven't done your fair share of outrageous parties and drinking. Actually that last part seemed to fit as you searched your mind for "when the hell could that even happen?" because the two of you were always safe. Then you remember a few weeks ago, when the two of you went to hang out with some friends at a bar. You guys hit the alcohol pretty hard, it all went your head. You just tore each other apart when you got home, fuck condoms.
Placing your elbows on the desk, holding you head as you thought. You need to find the number to that clinic.
This is the right way right? Of course it is it's the only way. You both have jobs, bills that need paid, and yourselves to worry about. This isn't about being tied down with a family; things are going great how they are now; just you and Karkat, without any anchors, simple life.
One day you see you and Karkat tying the knot, but not yet. It's too soon. You don't need a kid. You don't need to fuck up something's life. You are so inexperienced, children scare you. Plus for Karkat's health, it wouldn't be a good idea. You are always afraid for Karkat. You never know when he might get weak again, or have another attack, what if having a kid triggers everything and you lose him? Fuck- you can't think like this. You have to find that damn number.
Digging through the drawers in your desk you find the phone book. Flipping to the yellow pages, you find it with the number and when it's open. It closes at 7:30, perfect. You pull out your phone and make the call. It was so quick you almost got overwhelmed. Scheduling didn't take any time at all. There was an appointment set up for Friday, which was tomorrow. The sooner the better right? Putting your phone down, you turned to your computer. You guess a little research couldn't hurt. It's not like it's going to truely impact you.
After a few hours of researching this Satanism, you call it quits at eleven, the night really pushing down on you. All of this shit about abortion is making you feel even worse. Are you sure about pulling the plug? Of course, you already made the call, you need to forget about the effects that come from it, and how it impacts the one going through with the process. You are literally killing Karkat. You are forcing him into this. It's the right thing though.
Shutting everything off, you go back to your room and take off your clothes, crawling into the bed behind Karkat, who was sniffling. You wrap your arms around him and whisper into his ear.
"Babe, you alright?" though he didn't answer. He must have been dreaming. You moved him to where he faced you and pulled him close, allowing him to nuzzle into your chest. You kiss his forehead and cover you both up, slowly dozing off.
Karkat-
You wake up to the sound of Dave's alarm and several curse words from him. You rub your eyes and look over at him as he turned it off. He ran his fingers through his hair, and turned back to look at you.
"Sorry Kitkat, I didn't mean to wake you..." He said in his low morning voice. You sat up and yawned.
"It's fine, not like I was sleeping well anyways..." You say as you remember waking countless of times, just shaking and crying till you fell back asleep. Dave kissed your forehead.
"I'm sorry about that; I'll go put some coffee on. But I should tell you, I called and the appointment is at ten today." He said stretching his arms.
"Today? That's really early..." You say almost in a panic. "Yeah, well the sooner the better, right? It'll all be over with before you know it." He said like he didn't care. "Oh, right... I'll get ready." You say as he left for the kitchen. You felt like crying again as you pulled on a pair of jeans, too lazy to put on something besides the hoodie you're still wearing.
Dave drove you to the clinic, and parked right in front of the door. You froze, staring at the sign. This isn't right. You look over at Dave who was looking at his phone. You regret him taking the day off to drive you here. You open the door of the car slowly, and then hesitantly close it back. Your breathing picked up as your hands start to fidget. The car started and you started to move away from the clinic. You looked over at Dave with watery eyes. He keeps his eyes on the road. You are scared as you put your seat belt back on.
You guys don't talk till Dave pulls off at a gas station. He went in and bought you a bottle of water to calm you down. You were the first to break the silence.
"D-Dave?" You say looking over at him. His shades were off and he just stares at you.
"Yeah Kitkat?" He asks in a quiet voice.
"Does this mean that we're keeping the baby?" You ask quietly looking at your hands.
"I'm sorry Karkat, I made the decision. I forced you into the idea that getting an abortion was the right thing. I never let you say what you wanted to do. Now, I can drive back and make your appointment, or we can drive back home and forget about this fucked up idea." He said calmly rubbing the back of your hand. You look over at him and wipe your eyes.
"I- I want to keep it." You say holding tears back.
"Is that your final decision, we can't go back." He says calmly, how the fuck is he this calm. Your breathing picked up.
"Yes, I want to keep the baby, now get me home before I have an anxiety attack." You command as he started the car. He turned the car around and started driving home.
"Dave?" You say through the silence. You laid your head on the window watching the world pass by.
"Yeah Kakat?" Dave asked looking over at you.
"Do you want to have this baby?" You ask, your voice growing quiet. Dave didn't answer you so you sunk further into your seat, till he intertwined your fingers with his. You glanced over at him but he kept his eyes on the road.
"Karkat, this baby is something I'm not- both of us, are so not ready for, and getting an abortion would be the best thing to do." Dave spoke.
"Oh..." You mumble.
"But, this is our child, and I wouldn't have let you go through with it. I think we can do this. Will we be perfect? Fuck no, but we can try. We can try for our kid, only if we do this together. I love you Kitkat, I guess we are having a baby." Dave finished as he rubbed his thumb over your hand.
You couldn't contain your smile. You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I love you so much Dave, I'm so happy." You say beaming with a smile as you lean back into your seat.
"I love you too Karkat." Dave said with a smile.
This is it. This is your life. You are going to have a baby with Dave Strider, the guy you've been in love with since you met him. You're pregnant with Dave's baby and honestly you're freaking out, though in a good way.
