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Chapter 26

(July 9th, 5:30pm)

Nina's POV

I know this isn't the right way to think, but I'm glad is not me. I'm glad it's not me who's pregnant. I walked down the hallway to Fabian's door.

"Fabes?" I said, tapping on the door and walking in.

"Yea?" He asked, looking up from his guitar.

I shrugged. "Just was looking for ya. Whatcha doing?" I asked, sitting down on his bed beside him.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows and looked from the guitar to me. "Sorry, Nevermind." I laughed. "That was a stupid question." He smiled.

"It's okay." He said.

"So." I paused. "Play me something." I said.

"Quite demanding?" He said, raising his eyebrows and looking at me. I raised my eyebrows back.

"We are getting married, aren't we?" I said. "You'll have to deal with it." I smiled. He smiled back.

"Okay, then my queen. But, I have to warn you, I'm not very good." He said. I nodded.

"Well, go on then." I said, smiling. He played a song that he had written. It sounded so beautiful! "Fabes! That was so amazing!" I squealed. He shrugged.

"It was nothing."

"Teach me to play?" I asked.

"Sure." He said, "Here." He put the guitar in my lap, and the pick between my fingers. He put his arm around me and showed me what to do. Only I few notes came out, but the part I liked most was him having his arms around me. I liked that a lot. He showed me for a few more minutes, but then took his arms back. He both laughed at the terrible song I tried to play. We finally calmed down and sat in his room, he stroked my hand.

"I love you." He said, pecking my cheek.

"I love you too." I looked up and pecked his cheek.

Meanwhile….

Jerome's POV

"Um. Trudy? Can we speak to you for a moment?" Patricia asked nervously once we reached the kitchen.

"Oh! Sweetie! You're flushed! Are you feeling okay?" She asked.

"Actually, that's what we wanted to talked about." Patricia said.

"Well, what is it?" Trudy asked.

"I'm… Um… I'm…" Patricia looked at me.

"She's… pregnant." I said, I didn't want to make her have to say it.

Trudy's eyes about popped out of her head.

"But. But. But. I don't know what to do! They'll kick us out of school and my parent's won't let me live there! I have nowhere else to go!" Patricia said, crying into Trudy's arms as she comforted her. I felt my eyes watering. I wiped my eyes. I needed to stay strong for her.

"Well. It will all be okay." Trudy said. "But you do realize, I have to tell Mr. Sweet. I just told the others, but Victor has been transferred to another house, so I'll be doing his job also this year. But, we should talk to Mr. Sweet, tonight?" She asked. She kept saying WE. This will be great. Just great! We nodded.

"Okay You Trudy." Patricia said, pulling away and heading to the living room. We sat in the lonely common room. The others were just in the dining room, but they weren't paying attention to us. Patricia laid her head against my chest and sighed.

"It'll be okay, Trix." I said, stroking her hand. "It will be okay."

"Even if they let us stay at school, we have to find our own place by the end of the year." Patricia said.

"We still have college and we can get a babysitter for the child or it could go to daycare. We could save up enough for an apartment. Don't you think? I could sell my car and get a cheaper one." I suggested.

She nodded. "Maybe?" She whispered.

We sat for a few minutes, but then Trudy called, "Patricia, Jerome? Could you come sit down?" She asked. We nodded and took our places in front of spaghetti.

"Alfie. Please no food fights tonight?" I asked, even though it was totally unlike me.

"Ew." Patricia said, backing away from the food.

"What's wrong? This is your favorite." I said.

"But, It looks… I don't want it tonight. I'm not very hungry." She said, going upstairs. Everyone watched her exit, confused.

I shrugged, "I guess that's a part of being…um…ya know." I said, hesitantly. I scarfed down my food as I watched Mick and Mara feed each other.

"I love you." Mick gushed.

"I love you more!" Mara squealed.

"Ugh. That's gross." I grunted.

"You don't have room to talk!" Mara snapped. "Ya know what's gross? What you did to get her pregnant! Now, that's gross!" Mara slammed her hand on the table. She stomped upstairs.

"Sorry, Jerome. She's been kinda moody lately…for girl reasons, she says." Mick said. I shrugged.

"Don't sweat it, Man. And to everyone, I'm sorry, in advance, for Trixie's upcoming moodiness." They nodded. Just then, I heard a door slam upstairs and Mara stomped down the steps.

"She kicked me out of our room! This is so not fair!" She said.

"Babe? You can go to my room?" Mick suggested.

"Fine!" Mara grunted, crossing her arms and heading to Mick's room.

Great. Like Trixie said, this is going to be a long 9 months. A LONG 9 months.

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