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Child 16: New Mexico
New Mexico wondered why the name Anthony kept showing up in her life so much. Not the name Anthony itself but it's variations like Tony and...Antonio. Tony was her nanny/pet/best friend and Antonio... Antonio was her godfather and her lover.
He got her into this mess. Antonio. It was all his fault that here she was staring down at a positive pregnancy test.
Isabella 'New Mexico' Jones-Kirkland rubbed the bridge of her nose. How do you tell your two dads, one of them being the most powerful country in the world and the other one of the most powerful, that you're seventeen years old and pregnant? Didn't Abigail suffer from a pregnancy scare a month ago? But of course it came back negative and no one aside from Abigail, Ian, Tony, and Isabella, herself knew about it.
Tony overheard Abigail telling Ian to drive her to the doctor because she might have been pregnant. But she wasn't. At least Isabella knew what Abigail would say if the test did come back positive. "Daddy and Father, I'm pregnant. The baby is either going to be living here with you guys or with Eduard even though I don't want any kid of mine near a vodka-crazed Soviet."
Antonio didn't live with a vodka crazed Soviet but he wasn't... the most intelligent country to ever exist. She pondered this while eating the rest of her green chili peppers. Was it weird that she brought chili peppers with her to the bathroom? They were her favorite food and tasted so good and they calmed her down.
"Tony," Isabella said coming out of the bathroom. The test was in her jean pocket. "I need to talk to you."
"What the fuck is it? Nevada keeps touching my alcohol room." Technically, it was Arthur's alcohol room. Nevada. That reminded New Mexico that he had gotten his girlfriend pregnant, though she didn't tell him and got an abortion and he was left to find out through word of mouth.
"You know the thing?" Isabella said in hushed voice.
"You mean the fact that your eggo might be preggo?" Tony said in a normal, if not, tad bit louder voice. He could be so uncouth at times!
"You want to shout it out to the world? It came back positive. I'm carrying Antonio's baby."
"Congrats. Do you want to be on MTV? I think they're casting for season three."
"Tony! This isn't the time to be joking around. I need to find out a way to tell Papa and Daddy. You think I should sing that Madonna song Abigail kept humming?"
"Not unless you want to make it painfully obvious. I'm surprised no one in the family figured it out. 80's Madonna isn't the type of music Abigail regularly listens to."
"I should tell Antonio first. If push comes to shove I can live with him. If he doesn't reject me but if he does then screw him. I have the oldest state capital and Papa was thinking about me even before Elizabeth came along!" Isabella slammed left fist into her right hand looking ready to beat someone up.
"Now don't go worrying your little blonde head off," Tony smoothed Isabella's long blonde hair "your parents are very accepting folks and I'm sure you can do it. Just copy Abigail's words and change them to fit your situation."
"Thanks Tony. This family would have failed without you." Isabella kissed Tony on the cheek and headed to her room.
"And don't you forget it!" Tony shouted after her.
Just change Abigail's words to fit her situation. Daddy and Papa, I'm pregnant, I'm keeping it and if you don't accept me I'll live with Antonio even though I don't want any child of me to grow up being compared to a tomato.
Maybe she should tell her siblings first and not Antonio? Her siblings would understand. Abigail would. But telling the father was much more common. And the right thing to do. Especially if the father was once a grand powerful country.
She sat cross-legged on her bed and took her cell phone. She stared at it. What if Antonio said no? It wasn't in his nature but having kids changes people. She pressed speed dial and on the second ring he picked up.
"Hola Isabella! How are you?"
"Antonio, I'm pregnant with your baby. Have a nice day." Of course the way Isabella said it, it sounded like "AntonioI'mpregnantwithyourbabyhaveaniceday."
Antonio called back soon after, sputtering incoherent Spanish. "Your pregnant? With my baby? Shit, Arthur is gonna kill me."
"I know. But I'm not quite sure if I want to have an abortion. I'll have to talk with my parents first." Isabella said softly.
"I support you one hundred percent." Antonio said.
"Gracias. I'll call you after I talked about it with my parents." Isabella shut her phone off and slid it back in her jean pocket. As she walked to Daddy's office, she stopped at Abigail's room. Isabella quietly opened the door. Abigail was studying, her books spread out in front of her, a handy supply of brain food, and a pack of pencils in front of her. She didn't look anything like a girl that had a pregnancy scare.
Daddy's office never seemed so scary. New Mexico found herself relating to West Virginia when she came out of the closet and when Louisiana told everyone that he would rather be a she. But she was an American and that gave her strength.
"Hello Daddy and Pap." Isabella said shutting the door. Arthur and Alfred looked up from their work.
"Hey Izzy!" Alfred said rushing to hug his daughter. She was such an important part to him and a big help during WWII.
"Hi. I have some news to share with you guys. You might want to sit down." Arthur and Alfred exchanged worried glances.
"Are you coming out to us? Are you transgender? Because if you are we're here for you." Arthur said.
"No, nothing like that. I'm pregnant. With Spain's baby." Isabella said. Nothing could be heard but the sharp sound of Arthur drawing his breath in.
"The baby will live with Spain until you graduate from high school Or if you decide to go to college in America when you graduate from college. You-"
"You can get an abortion," Alfred cut in. "if that's what makes you happy but I would like a grandchild. Barack isn't going to like this one bit. He and me are getting tired of people breathing down our necks about the teen pregnancy rate. And in New Mexico where it seems to be the highest..."
"I'm sorry but I want to finish school and have this baby. I'm a little sad that I won't see it grow up but I know it's the right choice for me. It's the right choice for me and the baby." Isabella placed her hand on her lower stomach.
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Author's note: Potentially the most controversial chapter I've ever written during The 50 States Of Mpreg but I knew I needed to do it. I did some research and found out that New Mexico has one of the highest rates of teen pregnancy. Not the highest but one of the highest.
I knew I needed to write a chapter about teen pregnancy because I was going to be writing about Alfred's children. The 50 United States Of America and I knew I wanted to write about things that people in America face like in West Virginia's chapter I dealt with homosexuality and I will try to tackle as many things as I can.
Next up is... Arizona! So anything you have to share about Arizona would wonderful and really helpful!
