An anon asked for this on tumblr. This is probably not what they wanted, but it is what they got.
It sat on the coffee table like a testament to her most colossal of fuck-ups. Well to be more accurate, it sat on a flyer promising 15% off the worst pizza place in the city. She had peed on it after all; she didn't want it in direct contact with the furniture. That'd be gross.
Thank Death the cat wasn't home. She needed to think without any distractions or outside opinions.
Soul wasn't home either. Not yet. He wouldn't be home for another half an hour. Thirty minutes to decide if she wanted him to know. She really wasn't sure if she did or not. He was her partner, but the little plus sign didn't have anything to do with him, not really.
She wasn't fooling herself there, the little plus sign had nothing to do with him genetically, but…
Stein probably knew. He had to know. Why hadn't he said anything to her? Why had he ignored the developing soul in her uterus? She could see it if she squinted, a little flickering light that looked like a distant star. He could've let her in the loop. Why did he make her wait until she learned the hard way how judgemental the local pharmacist could be and that the morning after pill had really not worked for her? Until her clockwork cycle hadn't ticked around like it always had.
A broken condom could be about to ruin her life. She didn't even remember his name, not that she put too much thought into it. The number he'd scribbled on her hand had long since washed off. He was just an ordinary handsome enough human, she'd met in a bar at Tsubaki's birthday. Soul had been worried sick when she'd come home the following morning.
She didn't want a baby. She wasn't ready for baby, and she especially did not want this baby. This strange little twinkling light that could grow up to be an actual human person with a real soul, not this flickering seed. She wasn't ready to be a mom.
Soul wasn't ready to be a dad, even though this ball of cells wasn't his ball of cells, he'd be the dad. Because he was great and perfect and the best partner she could've asked for. And he was her partner, and she'd be the mum and he'd be the dad and they'd be a weird little family in a way she never wanted. It made her sick to think of her and Soul and this baby together like this tiny unformed soul light would make them a family in a way they weren't already.
She didn't want a family with Soul that way. She didn't want a family now even if it was- would she? Would it make a difference if the boy in that bar had been Soul? If they'd come home and made this in their home? It didn't matter, she decided. She didn't want to be a mother yet.
And there was no point worrying about one day right now. Today was today, and today she was pregnant.
With some not-Soul's ball of cells.
The door opened and Maka snatched the test, flyer and all off the table and jammed it up her sleeve.
"'M home," Soul drawled, dropping his keys with a clatter that seemed far louder than it ever had before on the small table beside the door. "How was your day?"
So domestic, she could almost see herself, jogging a tiny colicky baby on her hip as Soul came home later and later, interest in being Maka's tiny not his baby's dad waning as time went on. The image of the tiny family she didn't want was splintering and the image of this baby she didn't want driving Soul away rising up like bile, pushed a lump into her throat. She did not want this baby.
"I have- I have to go," Maka said, grabbing her bag from the floor and trying not to sprint out the door and not making eye contact with Soul, lest he notice the tears gathering in her eyes, threatening to spill out at any minute. "Don't wait up,"
As soon as she felt like he was far enough away, she pulled her cellphone- an old nokia, the kind that had snake and could fall down a cliff and be just fine- out of her bag and with shaky hands, dialled Blair's mobile number.
It rang longer than Maka would've like but Blair picked up eventually.
"Maka? Kitten?"
"I need your help,"
Soul was in Black Star's, having beem banished from his own apartment for the weekend so that Blair and MAka could have some kind of 'girlie slumber party'. Maka had looked anxious at the prospect.
Whatever, him and Black Star were going to kick ass in Call of Duty, cuss out some twelve year olds and order more pizza than they should. It was going to be fun. It was still pretty early, and Tsubaki was still there, planning to head over to hang out with Liz and Patti. They'd invited Kidd, but tht was more a courtesy than anything else. He wasn't much for video games and vegging.
His phone rang, blaring Centuries by Fall Out Boy. That was Maka's custom ringtone, everyone else was Spirit in the Sky, by Norman Greenbaum. He grabbed it and answered, shoving it between his ear and his shoulder. Black Star wouldn't press pause for Lord Death himself, never mind Maka.
"Hey," he said, hissing at Black Star to at least shut up and turn it down.
"Soul?" Maka asked. He could hear her take a quavering breathe, hear her trying not to cry. "I need…"
"Where are you?" Soul asked, standing and feeling his pockets for his keys. He ignored Black Star's protests in the form of increasingly loud bro puns.
"I'm at the Planned Parenthood downtown," she said quietly. "I didn't want you to know, but I'm scared and Blair's here and she's great but you're you and you're my partner and you're not here… and I just need you to be here and be my partner and hold my hand and tell me I'm making the right choice, okay?"
"I'll be there in ten," Soul replied. "Maka, just hold on,"
"Where are you going?"
"Maka called,"
"You coming back?" Black Star knew the drill. Your partner comes first. If Tsubaki had called, he'd be long gone.
"Probably not," The door slammed behind him.
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