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…Now here's a sorry excuse for a chapter…
Chapter 8
Puck was just about to enter his room right after they got home when Sabrina pinned him against the wall right outside his door.
"Why were they looking for you?" she asked him angrily.
"Who?" he asked. She could have sworn that she saw some fear in his eyes—but maybe not.
"Those punks outside school. Don't tell me that they're your friends."
"It's none of your business," he snapped.
Sabrina twisted his door handle and shoved him in.
"It is some of my business!" she snapped right back.
"Leave before I force you," he said, walking towards his lagoon.
She grabbed his arm and squeezed—tight.
"Ow!" he exclaimed. She loosened her grip only slightly.
"Tell me!" she demanded.
"Don't worry about it! And if I did tell you, you wouldn't believe me."
"Try me," she said, putting her free hand on her hip.
"They were talking about you, and they know that we live in the same house."
"So?" she said.
"They know that you're pregnant."
Sabrina's grip on his arm loosened completely and fell to her side. She took her eyes away from him.
"What?" she asked in a small whisper. She looked back into his eyes and asked, "What did you say?"
He looked at her with a pained expression.
"I told them to shut up because they were asking me if you were—"He gulped. "—good. I may also have threatened to pulverize them if they came near you."
"Ok, that does not make sense. You're defending me, yet totally ignoring the fact that this—"she pointed at her stomach—"is yours too."
"I told you that it's not like that! You don't understand. And I'm not 'totally ignoring the fact'," he said, adding emphasis on what she had said.
She stared deeply into his eyes, making him shift uncomfortably in her grip. "You underestimate me."
"I didn't say that and I don't think that!" He stalked off towards the lagoon. She followed.
"Then tell me!" she shouted at his back.
"Didn't I just tell you?" He stopped and turned around.
"I meant for you to tell me why you're just gonna leave this to me," Sabrina said, her voice cracking.
"Sabrina—" Oh, now he felt like a jerk.
"Just tell me. I won't say anything if I don't understand completely."
He turned back around and sat down at the edge of the lagoon. He patted the sand next to him. She sat.
He took a deep breath. "I told you I wasn't gonna lose my life. That only means that I'm not gonna get tied down with this 'father' business. I'm not gonna be a teen parent," he said.
"But nobody even knows. Nobody but me and you," Sabrina said.
He looked down at the sand and took some in his hand, spreading his fingers so it fell right back through.
"So? It was an accident. We didn't want this."
"Yeah, I know. But did you ever stop and think about how much worse it is for me?"
"Yes Sabrina! I know!" he snapped, throwing sand into the water.
They were silent.
Sabrina took a deep breath and suggested quietly, "Can you at least support me in private, then?"
Puck looked at her. His eyes were wide and full of questions. "What do you mean?"
"Just what it sounds like. You don't have to let anyone know that it's you, but when I'm having problems—and I assure you that I will—you can help. Just comfort or whatever," she said. Gosh, she felt awkward.
"Alright." He nodded his head slightly.
"I won't tell anyone. I swear, but you have to promise not to either."
"I don't think that it's something to brag about," he laughed.
"Didn't think so," Sabrina said—her eyes going down to her stomach. "Just comfort," she added in a mumble.
"How's this for comfort?" His hands came to her face and lifted her chin. Sabrina didn't hesitate. Or run. Or throw a punch.
Sabrina felt something down in her stomach. It surprised her so much that she pulled back from the kiss and put her hands on her stomach.
"Whoa." It had felt like butterfly wings brushing along her insides.
"What?" he asked.
"Butterflies," she said stupidly.
He raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Huh?"
She realized what it had been. "It's moving again."
"Really? Do you think I could feel it?"
"I don't know. You can try."
She took his hand and put it on her stomach.
"I don't feel anything," he stated.
"Press harder!" He did, but shook his head again.
"It probably stopped," she suggested. She felt it again. "Nope, there it is again. Here try now." She lifted up her shirt and placed his hand where she was feeling it.
His eyes opened wide. "Whoa." The realization that it was part his came right then. "That's mine!" he said with a laugh.
She smiled. "No, it's ours."
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"Charlotte, will you go get Sabrina? I need to talk to her," Jake Grimm asked his wife.
"Sure, honey," she said as she stood up and ascended the stairs. She walked down the hallway to the last door on the right and knocked. "Sabrina? Jake needs to talk to you."
No answer. She tried the doorknob. She opened it and peeked inside. She wasn't in there.
"Where could she be?" she thought.
She closed the door and turned around. She opened it and peeked inside. She saw two figures by the lagoon. They were smiling and Sabrina's shirt was raised to show her protruding belly. Puck's hand was on it.
"Oh, my gosh," she whispered to herself. Wasn't it obvious? Well, maybe not, she thought. She closed the door and knocked really loud. Nothing. She pounded even harder.
The door flew open and Puck stood there and snapped, "Geez, calm down— Oh sorry Char. What is it?"
"Jake needs Sabrina."
"Ok. Wait, how did you know she was in here?"
Charlotte hesitated. "She wasn't in her room, so I just thought…" she trailed off.
"Whatever. Sabrina! Your uncle wants you!"
She came over to the door and looked at Charlotte questioningly.
"He's just in the dining room," Charlotte said quietly.
"Ok. Thanks," Sabrina said as she walked past Charlotte and downstairs.
Puck raised his eyebrows at Charlotte. She looked back at him, smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She then turned and followed Sabrina.
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"What is it?" Sabrina asked.
"Come here," he said, patting the chair next to him.
She sat. "I thought you said that there wouldn't be alcohol at, you-know-what."
Sabrina sighed. "I tried, OK. Really hard." She paused. "Wait, how-?"
"It's kinda obvious, no?"
"It wasn't on purpose!" Sabrina said defensively.
"Who was it?"
"Why are you acting like this? I thought that this is more like my dad's job. And I told you I don't know," she snapped.
"You know, I could just tell them."
"No! Please," she pleaded.
"Then tell me who."
"I. Don't. Know. You can't do this to me."
Jake sighed. "Whatever you say."
"Don't make me feel guilty."
"You wouldn't feel guilty if you weren't lying. Tell me."
Sabrina sighed and stood up. "It's confidential. I'm sorry. If I told you, he'd probably kill me, so no." She turned and left.
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I hope you won't regret that, Sabrina.
