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Fanfiction Writing Month - November
The next morning, Ana got up and emptied her stomach again. She quickly brushed her teeth and walked down the stairs to see Deacon cooking breakfast. It smelled delicious, but it also made her nauseous.
"Here's some tea, it should settle your stomach."
"How did you know that?" Ana asked.
"I'm surprised you don't remember that, you got top grades in Healing."
Ana nodded and took a sip of the tea. It felt good. After breakfast, she called the healer. Despite being a magical hospital, St. Juan's had phones.
"Hello, I'd like to make an appointment for myself, Anaïs Fonseca."
"Okay, we just had a cancellation for two pm. Are you free?" The woman on the phone asked.
"That quick," Ana commented. "But yes I'm free."
"Okay, we'll see you then."
They hung up. Ana checked the clock it was ten am, she had about four hours. She decided to take a shower.
"Deke, be honest, do I look fat?" She asked her best friend.
"You know I'm not that type of gay guy right?"
"I know, but I asked you a question," she snapped.
"Touchy. But I honestly don't see a difference."
Ana pointed to the little pooch in her stomach.
"I can't see anything different, Ana."
She sighed he was hopeless. He would never insult her. She soon left to the hospital with an insistent Deacon.
"What if something is really wrong?" Ana fretted as she paced waiting for the healer to call her back.
"I'm sure everything will be fine," Deacon assured her.
"Anaïs Fonseca!" The healer exclaimed.
She gulped, stood up, and started to walk towards the examination room with Deacon following her.
"So, what seems to be wrong?" The healer asked.
"I've been nauseous, throwing up a lot, and really tired lately." Ana told her.
The healer nodded and did some tests as Ana sat there nervously twiddling her thumbs.
"It seems like you're pregnant, Miss Fonseca."
She gaped at the healer. "I'm what?"
The healer repeated that she was pregnant. "It seems like you're a little over two months along. Probably conceived around August 24th or so."
Ana nodded. That was the last time she and Charlie had made love. It was an amazing session. She was going to be a mom and Charlie was going to be a father. She just ruined his life.
"I assume this child wasn't planned by your expression, it will be okay," the healer assured her, gently patting her back.
Ana nodded.
"You know I'll be here for you too," Deacon spoke up from beside Ana.
The healer turned to Deacon and asked, "Who are you?"
"Hopefully the godfather," Deacon laughed.
She was handed a few pamphlets to Ana and let the pair out.
Ana let the waterworks flow as they walked out. Deacon pulled her into a hug.
"I messed up Charlie's life," she sobbed.
Deacon soothed his best friend. "From what you told me, Charlie doesn't seem like the type to abandon you. If he does, I'm sure Lina will beat him up and I will too."
"He's a Dragonologist. He won't want to settle down and raise our child."
"You don't know that," Deacon defended. "Didn't you tell me that he grew up with five younger siblings? He's probably great with kids."
She nodded. That thought comforted her.
"This is a dumb question. But you two didn't use protection?"
"I tried to get him to use a condom," Ana explained. "But he's a pureblood, so they know nothing about muggle contraception."
Deacon nodded.
"I used the next best thing, contraception charms but obviously they didn't work."
"Okay."
The two of them went home. She was in a quandary about whether she should tell her family first or Charlie. But then if she told Lina, Lina would then tell Charlie.
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A few nights later, she invited her dad to dinner. She really hoped her dad would be okay with her pregnancy. It's still amazing to her that she was carrying a child inside her. There was a knock on the door.
"Hey Mr. Fonseca," Deacon greeted breaking her out of her musings.
Basil Fonseca was a tall man in his late forties with greying black hair and brown eyes.
"Hey dad," Ana greeted.
The father and daughter shared a hug. They were led to the table and sat down.
"So how was your trip to visit to see Lina?" Basil asked his daughter.
Ana hadn't told her dad all about her trip.
"Is there something wrong, sweetie?"
Ana started to cry. "You're going to be so disappointed in me."
Basil moved to hug his daughter. "Sweetie, what is it?"
"You're going to be a grandfather, I'm two months pregnant."
"It's Charlie's baby isn't it?" Basil asked.
He knew daughter didn't sleep around. Once she was committed to someone she would stay committed.
Ana looked surprised at her dad then looked over at Deacon in accusation.
"I didn't tell him," Deacon defended himself.
"Lina wrote me and told me everything about your relationship," Basil said.
Ana nodded.
"I'll admit this isn't the way I pictured finding out about my first grandchild but from what heard about Charlie from Lina. He seems good for you."
Ana sobbed into her father's chest. She needs to write Charlie or Lina to tell them about her pregnancy.
