Hey! So, I've had a few predictions from you guys about what is going to happen, but I won't say no more, I'll let you see what happens, and if you have any questions or queries about it, you can message me or review me and ask. I was slightly worried some of you would find Blossom's previous actions out of character. I myself don't find it so, but I know some of you might be like, whatttt? I'll explain: I'm writing about heartbreak, and desperation, and what these things can do to you. I know, hell we all know, it can make you do things normally, you wouldn't do, think or feel. I have really thought through this fic, so anything I've written you're unsure about, just ask, I am sure I'll have an explanation of some kind!

ANYWAY ! :D

And when it rains, will you always find an escape? Just running away - When It Rains, Paramore

Blossom

I ripped the piece of paper from the notebook, screwing it up into a ball and throwing it into the waste paper bin. I was fed up of everything I wrote being about these everlasting, boundless, forever in love couples. Things didn't go like that. When you find that fire and soul with someone, something comes along and puts it out.

I didn't want what I wrote to poison peoples' minds into thinking that you find the right person for you and then live happily ever after. From here on out, I would write the truth, and write about independent strong women, self determining, self governing and self reliant.

All this was coming from the way I had acted. I was so irate with myself. Pining for Brick, expecting him to be at home doing the same. Of course he wasn't.

And neither was I anymore. I refused to let myself be like that. And losing my powers in the face of his stupid brother was what snapped me out of it. And his cruel words. The power loss hadn't happened since, but I somehow didn't feel as strong as I normally did. The Professor said he'd monitor it.

But anyway, I am going to stay with Tim, and try and move on. We've been together officially for a week now, and it's been nice. It felt, strange, and wrong, sleeping with someone else. And I regretted it as soon as I let it start. I didn't think things would turn out this way, I thought Brick would be the only person I'd ever share that much intimacy with. It most definitely wasn't the same.

It was after that night I wished more then anything that I could share some of this with my sisters. I have no idea whether either of them have lost their virginity, but, I felt like I'd lost mine all over again, and talking to someone about that, I felt like it might help.

But the fact that I had no idea whether my sisters were virgins or not proved exactly how little we discussed things like that. So, I guess now isn't the best time to start…

I laid my notebook down on the side of my bed, and reached for my diary, flicking through it. Normally the thing was attached to me, but I had barely looked through it just lately. I had decided to start looking for a new job. I needed to leave the café. I worked there all of mine and Brick's relationship, it just brings back too many memories. And with my newfound sense of independence from him, I needed to get out of there.

Tim was leaving there soon as well; he should be becoming a designer at the gaming company.

I flicked back a few pages, to a month ago. Brick and I were together then. I gently stroked the pages. And then got annoyed and flicked forward two pages. I saw in red writing 'due on', and felt my blood run cold. My period. With all this with Brick, and Tim, I hadn't even noticed that I'd missed it. I was, how many weeks. I'd missed it. Completely.

I didn't know what to do, believe it or not, I'd never had a scare like this before. I mean I'd been slightly late before but not just missed one. Brick and I were always so careful. I jumped up, and quickly slipped my shoes on, flying out the window and heading for the chemists down the road from here.

And then I had to head home again, I didn't have my purse on me. It must be due to stress, I've obviously not been myself lately, what with so much changing.

Once I got to the chemist, I calmly approached the shelf with the pregnancy tests on it, and picked up the first one I laid eyes on. I knew nothing about this sort of thing, like I said, I'd never had a situation like this before. This was just a precaution, to make sure I am not. I highly doubt I am. Luckily, it was a girl about my age behind the counter, and she served me without even blinking.

I rushed home, entering through the window again, and locking myself in the bathroom.

I hastily took the test out of the wrapper, my hands shaking. I read the instructions, trying to steady myself, and peed on the stick.

Hopefully I've just missed a period because of stress; that must be it, I can't be pregnant. I just can't be. It's even ridiculous to even consider. I mean I'm not on the pill or anything but I've always used protection.

Three minutes seemed to take forever. I was hoping to see one pink line, not two. One appeared, and I felt myself exhale gently. But I sharply inhaled again when another pink line sat next to it. Pregnant.

I checked the instructions again. This can't be right. Pregnant? It must be a false positive, I've read about them in books, and seen them on TV. I chucked the positive test and the instructions back into my bag, and flew back outside again. I needed more proof before I would even think about believing this.

I flew back down to the chemists, and actually looked intently at what tests there were. ClearblueDigital, this one told you roughly just how pregnant you are too, or when you conceived. I picked up a pack of two, and headed for the counter. This time the girl looked up at me, and gave me a knowing look. I cringed inwardly, paying for the tests, and skipping out of the pharmacy quick.

I dumped the packaging for the other test in a trashcan outside, then rushed back home.

I returned to our ensuite, locking the door behind me, and breathing steadily. Come on. It can't be real. I put the toilet seat lid down, and perched on it, holding the tests before me and waiting three minutes. I'd peed on both this time, too impatient to do one at a time. After the three minutes, they beeped in unison, and I looked down at them both.

No. No no no no no! It can't be!

'Pregnant 3+'

Then I looked to the other test, and sure enough: 'Pregnant3+'

I felt sick, and faint. 3 plus? I was 3 plus weeks pregnant? That means it was Brick's child. I was pregnant with Brick's child. Tim and I only had sex the other week. I dropped the tests on the floor, scraping a shaky hand through my hair. It couldn't be. It couldn't be!

I always imagined this day, I imagined how happy I'd have been, Brick holding me closely, telling my family, I imagined it all being so happy. Not like this. Can you imagine the Professor's reaction? At just being pregnant, let alone who the father is!

18 years old, and pregnant. And I'm supposed to be the smart one? I can't believe this, what was Tim going to say, it obviously isn't his? I guess I can pretty much wave goodbye to him. And Brick. What would I tell him?

3+ weeks pregnant. So, when Brick dumped me, I could have been pregnant with his child?

Oh my god. What do I do? I pulled my jeans up, and hurriedly picking up the positive tests, and put them back in the packet. Grabbing my bag, I flew out the window again and headed towards our doctors.

Before I entered, I shoved the tests in my bag, and slung it on my shoulder. Breathe; you can do this. You can sort this out. You're the clever one; you can deal with this.

"Hello, how can I help?" The receptionist asked as I approached the desk.

"H, hello, I was wondering if I could get an appointment with Dr. Felix?" I said, nervously.

"When would that be for?" She asked, looking on the computer.

"Today, if possible?"

She pulled a face like it was nowhere near a possibility, but asked for my name anyway.

"Blossom, Blossom Utonium."

Recognition lit her face up. "He's actually free now, if you'd like to make your way in? Room 18."

"Thanks so much." I smiled, heading towards his room. I exhaled, and knocked on the door, he called me in. I couldn't stop trembling.

"Well hello there, Blossom, what a surprise, I haven't seen you in awhile? Sit down, now, what could be the problem?" he said, smiling kindly.

I smiled. "Hello Dr. Felix. Well, erm. I guess I don't know where to start." I mumbled.

"From the beginning, maybe?" He chuckled. He was the best doctor here, kind and well mannered; I knew he wouldn't make me feel like a stupid teenager in trouble.

"I've missed a period." Then I pulled the two positive tests from my bag.

"Ahh, I see. 3+ weeks pregnant eh? These tests baffle me; they are so damn accurate! Would you like to do another test here or are you quite reliant on these 2?" He asked.

"I've actually done three, and they've all been positive. I think it's safe to say I'm preg-pregnant." I said nervously, trying not to throw up as I said it aloud.

He nodded. "Well then, let's discuss your options. You have 3 to choose from. Adoption. Abortion. Or becoming a mother."

I hadn't even considered the first two. I couldn't adopt. This child would most likely be charged with superpowers, chemical x running through its veins, both its parents did. And I just couldn't do the second option.

"Legally you can abort the fetus without anyone having to know, as you're 18 and no parental consent is needed in this state." He began, but I stopped him.

"I can't have an abortion. It just goes against everything I believe in. I couldn't do it. I couldn't put it up for adoption either."

He smiled. "Well that leaves you with one option. I think you may need a little more time to think about this, it's a life changing step Blossom. You won't be able to fight crime with a baby bump." He winked.

I smiled. "I know that. But that would only last 9 months. I got myself into this situation; I wouldn't be me if I didn't step up and take it on." I sighed, damning myself for my morals.

"It takes two to tango Blossom. Would the father be involved?" he asked.

I felt sick again. Did I tell him the truth? Patient doctor confidentiality, he couldn't tell anyone…

"I would probably be raising the child alone. I don't think my partner will stick around." I mumbled.

His face softened with sympathy. "You won't be doing it alone. Your father is a noble man, he will help you, and so will your sisters. There is of course, the financial side of things to consider, can you afford a baby?"

I had all that money saved up, ready for moving out with Brick. It would have to go towards my baby now. "I have some? I've been saving for 3 years."

He nodded. "And again, I know the Professor will help out. Well, our next step is to book you in at the hospital for your first prenatal care visit. Your first visit will be the longest, you will have a gynecological exam, and various other tests, to check you're healthy, and you'll have your first ultrasound to find out you're due date, and see how baby is doing."

I nodded shakily. I couldn't help but feel a little excited? It was a mixture of complete fear, and joy. I'd always loved children and been so excited to one day be a mother. Who knew it would be this soon…

"Take this pamphlet, give it a read, if you have ANY second thoughts, please come back in and we can discuss what step to take. But for now, I'll book you in for your first check up at the hospital for this time next week, and you can come in before then if you have a change of heart." He said, turning to his computer and making the appointment.

I nodded. "Thanks so much Dr. Felix."

"No problem. Oh and Blossom, I know its none of my business, but make sure you tell your father and your sisters. I think they will react better then you think. They love you, remember." He smiled.

I nodded. "I'll, bare that in mind. Thanks Dr. Felix."

"No worries Blossom, take care!"

I walked out of the surgery feeling a little better about it. I was going to have a baby. I had a tiny baby growing inside me right now. I gently stroked my stomach before taking off into the air. I felt this rush of emotions surge through me, I suddenly felt very protective. Maternal, even?

It's funny; I've read about it taking weeks or months even, for a woman to get used to the fact that she was going to be a mother. It seemed to set in stone in my head within minutes of leaving Dr. Felix's office. I was going to have a baby. I was going to be a mother. I was going to be a damn good mother, with or without Brick there to support him or her.

The only thing left to decide was, what did I tell Tim? What did I tell my sisters even? Did I say, I'm pregnant with Brick's child, but I know he won't want anything to do with me because heended it with me, and Tim will leave me once he knows I'm pregnant with someone else's child, so I'm practically a single mother already?

I can't believe what I've gotten myself into. And it's all because I lied. If I hadn't lied, I could be with Brick still, having a child with him, and my family would have to just get used to it, like Brick said, and I'd be a little happier right now.

But would it really go that way? Even though I was with him three years, and I feel like I know him inside out, people can surprise you. He could run a mile when I told him he was gunna be a daddy. I mean it took him all of two weeks to jump into bed with some other girl. Brick. Do I tell him? Do I track him down? He won't want to know. He's obviously got his hands full with, others, at the moment…

There's no point if-ing and but-ing. This is my reality now, and Dr. Felix was right, there's no point hiding it from my family.

Just, what am I gunna tell them? The whole truth, or some of it? And should I tell Brick?

Dun dun dunnnnn! Oh, also, all of this, is to my own knowledge of babies and conception and such. If I have gotten anything majorly wrong, correct me. I think I've got it okay though..haha! r&r :)