A disgusting beeping sound ripped her out of her slumber, her hand feeling around on the side table, looking for the snooze button, before finding it, and ending the disgusting noise invading her senses, and closing her eyes again. It was Saturday.

She knew her parents wanted her up and dressed in time for what was to come, but she ignored the warning. Her bedroom was empty, and nobody would disturb her next ten minutes of peace.

Knock Knock

She knew it was Steven by the sheer force, but she let out a low gurgle, and pulled her comforter over her face. The door opened, and light from the hallway floated in, before he closed it behind him, and turned on the dim lamp.

"Babe." He whispered, sitting on the side of her bed, and resting a hand on her thigh. She grumbled, slowly lifting her head out. "Hmm." She hummed. He grinned, leaning down to kiss her, but she stopped him.

"I haven't-" A yawn cut her off. "Brushed my teeth." She mumbled, looking up at him.

"Doll, I was there the day you shit your pants in school. You think bad breath scares me?" He asked, referring to the kindergarten incident, laughing lightly. "No, but it's nasty." She sat up, shivering. "Why am I awake?"

"You're comin' with me to pick up your grandparents at the airport, so you better get moving." He told her, catching her off-guard with a kiss.

"Good morning, Doll." He murmured, before leaving the room with a smile on his face. She grinned, huffing, and sitting up. It had been a few days since Kitty had deemed herself pregnant, and Grandma and Grandpa were flying out for their annual trip. Just in time. Her mother had a doctor's appointment to confirm her suspicions, and was set to receive the phone call in two days.

"I don't understand why you can't just be supportive!" Her mother's voice rang faintly down the hall. She huffed. Red was still angry about the baby, and it wasn't getting any better. Kitty was constantly making him sleep on the couch, and cooking. A lot. The kitchen counter was filled with cookie jars and cake containers and bread boxes, of all kinds. The brownies were her favorite.

Eric was fuming in the kitchen when she walked in, beside a frazzled Hyde, and her mother sobbing in her sister's arms. Eric left to the garage with out a word. She went to comfort her mother, before eyeing the garage. She couldn't help but be nosey, it was in her nature.

"What the hell, Dad?" Her brother's voice carried through the open window where she sat beneath, jean clad legs pulled tightly to her chest. "What the hell was that?"

"Excuse me?" She heard Red's belt unbuckle. She had only ever heard that twice. Someone was about to get smacked.

"No, you're going to listen. You aren't going to hit me, because I'm right." She heard her father's breath hitch in his throat. "My mother is in the kitchen crying her damn eyes out. You don't want a baby? Have responsible sex. But, you know what? You are not going to put this baby through hell like you did with us. So go be a fucking man, like you taught me, and do the right thing."

Silence, before a newspaper hit the ground, and her father stormed into the car, and drove off. Her brother walked out. "That was real brave." She chided. He smiled, helping her up. "We need to save our bravery for when we really need it. My battery is wasted." He coughed. Rarely was he ever that serious, and it kind of rattled her. Steven filed out of the kitchen, keys in hand. "You ready, Doll?" She smiled, looking over at him.

"Ew!" Eric gagged playfully, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up, Foreman." Steven laughed. She climbed into the passenger seat, middle fingers pressed against the glass, making her boyfriend laugh and point at her from the driveway. He climbed in the car, starting the engine as she rubbed her hands together. The chill was starting to settle into the air, making her hands feel numb.

"Ready?" She asked, looking at him. One hand gripped the steering wheel, and another was placed on her knee. Her lips turned upward involuntarily, and she leaned against them as the suburbs melted away into inner city Milwaukee.

The drive was long, and she yawned her non-caffinated sleepiness into the air, stretching her legs up, and onto the bench seat. She closed her eyes.

She couldn't stop crying. The teenager sat there, his hysterical mother laying in his arms as he patted her shoulders with gentleness. Her usually neat curls were strewn about across his lap, nose running, and makeup streaming down her face. He grimaced, grabbing a box of tissues from the table beside him. Emotions were never his strong suit. It seemed to be a family trend.

Still, despite his discomfort, he used a tissue to dry his mothers tears, and wipe whatever he could off of his jeans. He moved the hair from her face, and sat her up right, and looked her in the eyes.

"Mom, all this hyperventilating can't be good for the baby." He finally told her, after over an hour had passed and his mother still hadn't calmed down. Thanksgiving was a week away, and just like last year, the house was in shambles. He pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing his mothers back. He felt the urge to cry with her.

It was his mother for crying out loud.

He had never been happier to see his sister burst through the front door, rubbing her hands together. Her smile was short lived when her ceruleans caught sight of her mother. "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Red," She sobbed incoherently after that, and Eric watched her swing into the kitchen, and right back out with a paper bag. He furrowed his brows.

"What the fuck is that supposed to do?" He asked, confused.

"It's a trick I learned in rehab for panic attacks." She explained, voice soft. She handed the bag to her mother, and gently instructed her to breathe into the bag. Within minutes, she leaned back into the couch, and shut her eyes. "Doesn't that feel better?" Eric asked gently, his hand on her knee. His mother sniffled, nodding her head, and leaned onto his shoulder. He patted her back.

"Thank you." He mouthed silently to his sister, who gave a soft smile, and nodded, sitting beside them on the couch.

"Hey Mom?" She finally spoke after a moment.

"Yes, Dear?"

"Whatever happens, we're gonna figure it out together." She reassured the woman, who gave a weak smile.

"All of us. Me, Laur, Jacks, and Hyde. We got your back." She pulled the two of them into an embrace, and sniffled.

"Whatever happens, I have my babies." She spoke, reassuring herself, and sighing.

"Always." Was his soft response.