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Chapter 25

Jerome's POV

It was 1:00pm and Trixie and I sat in silence until we pulled up at the office. I hoped out of the car and hear Trixie's door open for her. I held her hand and squeezed it tight. I knew our lives would end in a matter of minutes. But, there was a chance it could be false. I mean, Nina's was, right? We walked in and went to sign in. Once we signed in, we sat and waited.

A few moments later, the nurse called. "Patricia Williamson?" She called. Trixie and I walked over to her.

"Sorry. Only her." The nurse said, nodding towards Trix.

I shook my head. "Sorry. No." I said.

"Sorry, Sir, But you have to stay out here!" The nurse said.

"No. I will not stay out here. I promised to stay by her side the WHOLE time. And that is what I intend to do. And quite literally may I add." I said. Trixie smiled at me as the nurse grunted and let me in. I kissed Patricia's forehead and wrapped my arm around her. "The whole time." I promised her. The nurse instructed her to sit down.

"Oh." She mumbled.

"Excuse me?" I said, fiercely.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that this appointment was because she's. Um. Pregnant." She nurse said.

"Oh Okay." I said, angrily, leaning against the wall.

"I'll just take some blood to confirm it. Okay?" She said. She picked up the needle and stuck it into Trixie's arm. I squeezed her hand. I know she hates needles. I'm actually surprised that she hasn't passed out yet. The nurse took the needle and the blood into another room for testing. We sat, holding hands in silence.

"I'm Sorry." I whispered. She looked confused.

"Why?" She whispered back.

"I was a jerk. And I *****. And this is all my fault." I whispered back, kissing her forehead.

"It's okay." She said, leaning against me. "I know you didn't mean it." She said, quietly. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead. After what seemed like hours, but was actually minutes, the nurse came back. We looked at her hopefully. Hopeful that she wouldn't be pregnant.

"Um." She said. She showed us the results. It said 'Positive.' I looked at Trix and she looked at me. A tear slid down her cheek. I held her close and let her cry into my chest. The nurse looked at us sympathetically.

"I'm sorry. She's just…" I trailed off. The nurse nodded.

"I know. If you don't mind me asking, how old are you…?" She whispered.

"I'm 18, she'll be 18 in November." I said. "Yea. Young." I nodded.

She sighed. "Her are the rest of the results." She said, handing me the paper, Trixie still crying on into my chest. "I'll be back in 10 minutes if you have any questions." She said, walking out and shutting the door behind her. I looked at the results. It was our copy, written into something we understood.

Mother's Name: Patricia Williamson

Father's Name: Jerome Clarke

Test: Positive

3 weeks along.

Next appointment: 3 days.

I showed the paper to Patricia after she had calmed down. I held her close in silence for 10 minutes, until the nurse came back.

"Any questions?" She said, we shook our heads. "Would you be able to schedule your next appointment? We would prefer it be in 2 or 3 days."

"Well, We could come in 2 days? Around 4?" I said. The nurse nodded.

"Great. See you then." She smiled. "Take your time." She left, shutting the door.

We sat close, lost in our thoughts for a few minutes.

"Where are we going to live, Jerome? Where?" She whispered to my hoarsely. "My parent's will kick me out."

I looked out around. I haven't seen my parents in at least 7 years. They wanted to get rid of me. I honestly didn't know where we would stay once we got kicked out of school. Alfie's parents were like my parents, but they wouldn't let us stay there if they knew.

"Wherever we stay," I said, holding her hands, "We will be together. Me, You and…" I paused. "What do we call it?" I asked. We didn't know if it was a boy or girl.

"The baby." She said, she snickered slightly at the look on my face.

"Okay. Where ever we are, It will be me, you and the baby, together." I said, squeezing her tight. We walked out to the car in silence. Lost in our own thoughts again. After about 20 minutes of driving, we pulled up at Anubis and walked into the common room where everyone was seated.

"So?" Amber asked, Nina slapped her arm playfully.

"Amber!" She whispered.

Amber smiled shyly. "Sorry!"

"All I have to say is, it wasn't Nina's case." Trixie said, sitting down next to me on the couch. Their faces turned from smiles to frowns.

"It'll be okay though." I said. "As long as all of you keep your faces SHUT!" I said, looking at Amber. Everyone nodded.

"Okay." They said, nodding.

A few moments later, Trixie stood up. "Guys, I'm exhausted. I'm going to go take a nap." She said.

I stood up and kissed her. "Want me to come?" I asked.

"It's okay. I'll be fine." She said, kissing back and heading up stairs.

I plopped back onto the couch and sighed, putting my hand on my head. I sat up. "Guys?" They all looked at me. "Try not to mention, the… the…." I paused. "Try not to mention the baby in front of Trix that much, okay? It's really hard on her." I said. They nodded again. We kept our eyes glued on the TV for the next 2 hours until I heard running upstairs. They all looked at me. They heard it too. "Be right back." I said, jogging upstairs.

Nina's POV

Oh. My. Gosh. Patricia's pregnant. Maybe. MAYBE they won't make too bad of parents? I mean, they'll have all of us here if they stay at school. Jerome just went upstairs. I heard Patricia run around up there. I hope she's okay…

Patricia's POV

At one point, I was fast asleep in bed, and the next was vomiting, my head in the toilet. My insides were flipping, around and around. About a minute later, Jerome was upstairs next to me.

"You okay, Babe?" He asked me, handing me a cup of water to rinse of my mouth. I nodded, accepting the water.

"Yea." I said, rinsing my mouth. "Thanks." He nodded.

"No Problem." He said. I hugged him and laid my head on his shoulder.

"This is going to be a long 9 months." I whispered.

"I know, but I'll be next to you the whole time." He said, rubbing my back. I smiled. He has said that every second for the past day. I've must have heard it at least 20 times. It's okay though, I liked it.

"You know, we have to tell Trudy. You can't be vomiting every morning and have her stick you in bed and hold and ice pack to your head all day, being totally confused." I smiled, imagining it.

"I know, I Know." I said, "But, she'll tell Mr. Sweet and Victor."

"They have to find out soon or later. I'd rather her tell them then us." Jerome said, I nodded as Jerome and I headed downstairs.

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