Reagan felt sick as she got ready for the drive-in. She didn't want to give Ramsay the wrong idea so she wore black skinny jeans, a gray henley tank top that showed off her growing chest much to her dismay, and a red plaid flannel. She took time to make sure her loose textured waves of hair looked alright and that her eyeliner wings were perfect. She wanted to look good and unbothered by the fact that she was knocked up by a douchebag.

Her phone buzzed on her coffee table in front of her as she tied up her black boots.

Douche Lord:

Out front.

Reagan grabbed her denim jacket and purse as she walked out the door texting him.

Reagan:

On my way down.

Ramsay tapped his hands against the steering wheel of his car while he waited for Reagan to come down. He felt slightly anxious and he normally doesn't feel that way- he's the one who makes people anxious. But seeing her after the whole emergency room visit encounter...it was nerve racking. He didn't know how she was going to be. Ramsay was surprised she had even texted him after ignoring him for so long.

Reagan opened the door to his car and slid into the passenger seat.

"Hey." He greeted her with a half smile, trying not to let his nerves show.

"Hey." She nodded back. Ramsay began to drive and his focus on the broad instead of her. She looked pretty- not that she didn't when they first met. Or any other time. But there was something about her tonight. Maybe it was seeing her dressed casually rather than in a party setting. But he had loved that short skirt on her. Hell, he liked her in scrubs too.

When they reached the drive in, Ramsay parked in a decent spot that was less crowded. They were seeing some double feature of Deadpool and the sequel.

"Did you choose this more secluded area because you think we're going to fuck?" Reagan asked quite moodily.

"Nah, I chose it so if you end up murdering me there'd be less witnesses for you." He quipped back and he swore he could see her suppressing a grin as she crosses her arms. Ramsay did his best to not let his eyes linger on her chest. "So, did you want snacks?"

"Uh yeah sure. Coke and a pretzel?"

"Sounds good. I'll be back."

Ramsay waited in line impatiently at the concessions. At least she was talking to him, but Reagan was barely talking to him. It's going to be a long night. Ramsay felt his phone vibrate in his jacket pocket.

Myranda:

You're coming over right?

Ramsay sighed.

Ramsay:

I think you meant to text my brother.

Myranda:

I said I was sorry. Now come over.

Ramsay:

On a date.

Ramsay was up next to order. He ordered two cokes, popcorn, a pretzel that Reagan requested, and for fun some candy. Walking back he could feel the texts keep coming through from Myranda but he didn't care. Her cheating was one thing, but finding out it was his own brother she had cheated with was another. Sure, he cheated right back but that was different.

"Your pretzel and coke, doll." Ramsay grinned as he slid back into his car and handed over the drink and pretzel to an unamused Reagan who was now giving him a very stern look. "Or not."

Ramsay turned to face forward as the movie started. For the most part they stayed silent, only laughing here and there at the shenanigans on the screen. Ramsay quite enjoyed Deadpool and figured Reagan would too, it was the vibe she gave him. He would glance over at her every now and again, unsure if he should try to say something not but deciding against it every time. She looked so beautiful with her big brown eyes and her hair in loose waves resting at her shoulders. Why did she have to be such a pain in the ass and keep silent? Ramsay thought to himself.

It was finally intermission between the movies and Reagan turned her head to face Ramsay. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

Ramsay narrowed his eyes at her. "Well you aren't very talkative so I figured staring was the next best thing."

"It's a movie. You aren't supposed to talk." She countered.

"It was your idea to come here!"

"Well I really wanted to go axe throwing but I figured you'd be safer if we went to a movie." Ramsay rubbed a hand over his face and groaned.

"You're such a pain."

Reagan looked at him in awe. "I'm the pain?"

"Yes, you are the pain." Ramsay clarified sarcastically.

"You're not the one who got used for revenge sex and found out in the shittiest way possible." She reminded him as she crossed her arms tightly across her chest, wincing for some reason.

"Look, I'm sorry about that. I do feel like an ass about that." He confessed. "But I can't go back and change it. I just want to make it up to you."

Reagan bit her lip as she took in his words. Ramsay wanted her to say something. Something to let him know she knew that he meant he was sorry.

The second movie began and they returned to not talking. Ramsay decided to force attention to the screen as Deadpool murdered rampaged through dozens of people. What a mood. Ramsay thought to himself. When it got to the part where his girlfriend or whatever was presenting him with an IUD, Ramsay noticed Reagan shifting in her seat. Eyeing her carefully he could tell something was bothering her as she held a hand to her abdomen. He was about to ask her if she was okay when she threw the door open and bolted.

Groaning to himself, Ramsay also got out of the car and tried to follow after her. It was cold out but not as bad as previous years for February. Still, there were a million things he'd rather do than chase after a girl right now.

Searching around and scanning over the crowd of cars and the occasional couples walking around and holding hands, he didn't see her. Until he made his way over to a small playground and spotted her sitting on a swing with her face buried in her hands.

"What's wrong with you? It's dark and cold out." Ramsay asked annoyed. "Look, you don't have to stay out with me, I can take you home."

"It's not that." She cried as her voice faltered.

"Then what is it?" He prompted as he took the swing beside her.

"It's not that simple."

"Well then just say it, whatever it is I'm sure it can't be that bad."

"I'm pregnant and it's yours." She blurted out the words and Ramsay wasn't sure he heard her right.

"Wait. What?" He could feel his chest tighten as he looked at her. She had tears streaming down her face but yet she still looked drop dead gorgeous.

"I'm pregnant Ramsay. I just found out yesterday." Her words were barely registering to him. Pregnant? His? Fuck.

"You're sure? And it's mine?"

Reagan scowled at him. "I took ten fucking tests and they all- very blatantly might I add- said positive. And yes, you were the only person I had slept with since then holidays."

Ramsay took a deep breath and stood, placing his hands on hips as he thought. Pregnant. He got her pregnant. He had never thought about kids before or the possibility of ever having them.

"Ramsay?" Reagan's voice broke him from his thoughts. He looked at her. Big brown eyes full of tears, her arms wrapped around herself as she looked at him nervously.

"Why don't we go somewhere warmer and talk about this?" He suggested as she nodded her head in agreement.

Ramsay's apartment was neater than Reagan thought it would be. It was downtown and was at least two bedrooms. It had hardwood floors and exposed brick walls and all the furniture were hues of blacks and greys. There were music and movie posters framed and hanging on the wall, a turntable in the corner with a shelving unit full of records, and a guitar in beside it.

"So, what do you want to do?" Ramsay asked her as he stood with his arms crossed. Reagan shifted in her seat on the couch and shrugged her shoulders.

"I honestly don't know. I mean, my dad was a single parent and raised me with only his income so I know it's possible." She began. "I just don't know if I'm ready. I thought I would have more money saved up and that I'd be married or at least in a committed relationship when I got pregnant. Not...not whatever this mess is."

Ramsay nodded as he took in her words. "Well, I'll support whatever your decision you make. But I want to be clear that I want to help financially either way."

"Ramsay-"

"No, we both had a role in this. I think it's only fair that I help." He met her eyes. Reagan hated how much she loved the light shade of blue they were.

"Okay. But what are you feeling about this?" She asked. "Surely you have some. I mean, you have big plans after school to work for your dad and you have a girlfriend."

"Had. I ended things with her and I'm not concerned money wise about this. I will make good money working for my dad."

"Had?" She asked with interest.

"She cheated on me with my brother. So yes, had." He disclosed. "But back to the other thing, I never planned on this but I don't think you did either. I never really envisioned myself being a father and I don't think I'd be a very good one."

"So you wouldn't be mad if I decided to abort?"

Ramsay shook his head. "Not if you think it's best for you. I'd like to accompany you though."

Reagan let out a relieved breath. She had it in her head that Ramsay would be against her decision to abort but she also thought that if she were to keep it. Reagan didn't actually know Ramsay well enough to know what he would support or not support.

"I'll text you with the appointment time."

It was the following week and Reagan was sitting in a chair in a waiting room beside Ramsay. The others around them were all here were the same reason more or less. There were a couple girls here who looked to be alone as they avoided eye contact with anyone as well as two other couples who looked solemn or anxious. Reagan and Ramsay looked like a couple, but they very much were not. They were far from it. When the called Reagan's name she rose from her seat and Ramsay squeezed her hand assuringly.

"Right this way." The girl who had called her instructed. Reagan didn't feel like she was really present and like her legs were moving on their own accord. They took some blood from her and brought her to an exam room where she was instructed to change into an exam gown. She did as she was instructed numbly and got on the table. When the ultrasound tech joined her she clarified they do this so they could tell how far along she was. 7-8 weeks was their estimate though Reagan knew it was really 7 weeks.

The next room she was lead to was set up for a procedure. She noted the physicians chair and the syringe on the tray. Reagan assumed it was to make this process easier on her. She originally was going to opt out of the drug since she didn't think she could afford the price difference. That was when Ramsay spoke up and said she was getting it and would pay for the whole thing.

"Go on and lay back, the doctor will be in shortly." The woman smiled curtly at her. Reagan took a deep breath and laid back on the table. The ceiling had little hanging clouds and fake dangling seagulls to distract you while you stared up. Reagan laid there with her hands resting on her stomach and her head propped up on the pleather cushion behind her. She let her hand move down over her abdomen where she knew she didn't have a bump yet.

Her breath hitched as her hand felt her abdomen. It wasn't a bump, but it wasn't as soft and flat as it was a month or so ago. She could feel the slight change in her body and it made her feel a flurry of emotions. The doctor knocked and walked in. She introduced herself and her assistant though Reagan was too distracted to catch their names. They were about to start an IV on her hand when she sat up.

Ramsay was tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for Reagan. Part of him wanted to leave and come back but another part of him told him to stay here and wait. Very rarely did he ever feel bad about anything he did, but this he felt bad about. Yeah, he was drunk when they hooked up. But never was he drunk enough to forget protection. Ramsay had an asshole of a dad and decided early on that he wouldn't be as careless and father a child when he knew nothing of being a good dad. Now here he was, sitting in a chair waiting for a girl her got pregnant to get an abortion. He hated the way she cried. Ramsay also hated the way he was weirdly attracted to her and knew there was no way he'd get a second chance with her after today.

The door opened and out came a very panicked Reagan. Instinctively Ramsay stood and walked over to her and placed both hands on her shoulders. "What is it?"

She shook her head. There was no way she had already gone through with it.

"I couldn't do it." She whispered in a hoarse voice. "Can you take me home?"