"Otis are you there?", Maeve Wiley stood outside the Milburn house. Her black leather jacket almost stuck to her skin. It was raining like it never had rained before, which caused her hair to drop water to her forehead. Her breath was shaky, mostly because it was freezing cold on his porch, but also because she was about to drop the biggest news in their young life so far.

She was pregnant. With his baby and there was no debate. They started things almost two months ago, and it must have been the first shot. Literally.

They weren't dating officially, yet, they met up quite regularly now and never missed out on anything. Really, it was almost pornographic how they had sex now. Sure, Otis had this thing with Ruby, and Maeve, well Maeve had a ton of experiences already, but never on that level.

"Otis!", she yelled up to his window.

Normally she would have grabbed a cigarette by now, but since she actually thought about keeping the baby this time, she refused the urge to reach into her pocket. It was still strange to even think about smoking now. Her stomach was already twitching by the thought of it. She had been sick a lot lately and started to wonder where that came from, but she put it off as a reaction to the stress she had with the whole Elsie thing and school. But when the pregnancy test she took four days ago came back positive, it immediately clicked.

"For god's sake, Milburn!!", she yelled and knocked on the door once more, when it finally opened a few moments later.

"Oh, Maeve. Hey", Jean stood there with a kind of confused smile on her face, which switched to concern when she saw how soaked wet Maeve was.

"Oh, hi! Is- uhm- it Otis there?", Maeve asked, before nervously biting on her thumbnail.

So Jean was about to become the grandmother of her baby, which sent shivers down her spine. Sure, she was nice, but seemed mostly intimidating to the younger girl.

"Oh, sorry dear, he is out with Eric, but you can come in and wait until he's back.", she answered friendly.

Maeve just nodded and stepped in. Her boots left a track of water on the wooden floor.

"Want a cup of tea? You're completely soaked. Have you walked all the way here?", Jean offered and stepped to her left to get inside the kitchen. She put water in the kettle and turned it on without waiting for Maeve to answer.

"Yea. I missed my bus, so I walked, but when I was halfway here it started raining like shit. Tea would be lovely, thanks.", she explained and started peeling off the jacket from her arms.

"Have a seat, dear.", Jean offered and pointed to the chair around the kitchen table.

"Thanks.", she whispered and finally sat down. Her feet actually hurt from the walk. It was pretty unusual for her, because she walked this way so many times before, but now it really tore her down. Pregnancy wasn't going to be easy, she knew that for sure.

When she finally sat, her heart pounded even louder and caught her attention again. Shit, she was only 17, and expecting. Not for the first time, and it made her frightened that she was actually about to go through the whole thing.

Otis would be an amazing father, she knew that even though they never had a talk about that. She somehow felt that he would support her and even if not, she would find a way to go through that by herself if it was necessary.

"There you go.", Jean placed a mug in front of her and smiled softly before she sat down beside her.

"Thanks Ms. Milburn", Maeve answered and took the mug in both of her hand, making them heat up, cause the cold outside still ran through her body.

"Oh no, dear, not for that. Jean, by the way, you can call me Jean, since you're the girlfriend of my son", she smiled and took a zip from her own mug.

The blood immediately stopped running through Maves veins. How did she know that they were together, when not even both of them had figured it out by now?

"Oh, no. I-I'm not- we're not-", she shook her head and avoided looking into her eyes. "Sure. Sorry. I just thought that the amount of sex you're having indicated a relationship. Sorry for miss-interpreting", she said dryly, but Maeve could see the little smirk in her mouth corners.

Blood rushed into her cheeks and made her blush hard. Jean seemed to notice and gently placed a hand on her right arm.

"No need to worry, it's really no big deal. Have fun, love.", she whispered and took another zip of her tea.

"Well fuck", Maeve looked up, "we're bad at hiding things", she smiled softly and lead the mug to her mouth but when the smell of the hot tea met her nose, her stomach finally struck and made her jump up in a rush move.

'Not now, god-damn it!' She thought while rushing to the bathroom to throw up like she did quite regularly nowadays. As she washed her hands, she dared to look into the mirror. Her hair still damp from the rain, her eyes wet and her nose red. She looked like shit, and also kind of felt like it.

She sighed as she stepped back to Jean.

"Sorry, just a dumb stomach-bug.", she mumbled and wiped the hair out of her forehead and sunk back down. She surely wasn't about to spill out the news to her before she even told Otis. "Oh, I see. Anything I can do for you?", Jean frowned, suspicious. "No, no, I am good. Mind if I wait in Otis room?", she asked and pushed the mug away from her. The scent made her dizzy again.

"No, it's fine. Make yourself a home.", Jean answered as Maeve already stepped up the stairs.

As she sat down on his bed, she looked around the room, searching for something. She wasn't sure what exactly she was looking for, but her look ran over his huge vinyl collection, the posters on the wall and his T-shirts over the chair on the desk.

She liked him, really liked him. His smell laid heavy in the air, just like his cologne. Other than the simple black tea downstairs, this gave her butterflies. A heavy prickling in her lower belly, which she slowly learned to love so much.

She laid back and closed her eyes for a second before the door snapped open.

"Maeve?", he said and closed the door behind him.

"Hey Otis", she smiled.

He stepped over to her after he quickly locked his door. His pupils expanding, his mouth opening just a tiny bit. He leaned over her, pressing a passionate kiss onto her lips, as he growled deep, placed his knees next to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth which made Maeve whimper silently.

"O-Otis.", she whispered, trying to escape his weight. Not because she wanted to, but if they would go down on each other now she could never tell him, but she had to. Now.

"I've waited for you so long! It's been a week. God, I am so horny", he whispered, let his hand wander under her shirt, feeling her hot skin.

He was trying to seduce her and god, it worked. Her breath got quicker, her muscles tightened, and her eyes fell close.

"No! Otis- wait!", she mumbled and pushed his head away.

He looked at her with shock in his eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?", he whispered and leaned his lower body to her. Damn. He was hard.

"No. God, Otis no. I love it!", she answered, stroke his hair away, smiling softly. He was so pretty, it made her shiver inside.

"What's the matter, love?", he asked again, still confused.

"We need to talk. It's pretty important", Maeve sighed again, but sat back up as he moved away from her to sit next to her.

"You're breaking up, right?", his voice dropped, he looked down at his legs, immediately disappointed.

"What? Definitely not! Otis are you crazy?", she took his hand giving it a squeeze.

"Good.", he nodded and looked at her.

"It's ah- okay- so-", she stuttered. This was harder than expected, really it was the scariest thing on earth.

"I am going to show you something but, please, don't freak out", Maeve hand was definitely shaking by now, as she reached down to grab the picture out of her jacket pocket.

"Alright", Otis swallowed hard, afraid of what came next.

As she handed him the picture, it took a minute to process what he was seeing there. The room went silent. Deadly silent.

It was almost unbearable for Maeve to watch him staring down at that small picture of their 8-week-old baby.

"O-", she whispered and frowned with a stabbing fear in her chest.

He just looked up, met her eyes, which locked with his.

A minute went by, where they just stared at each other. This was scary, terrifying, but also extremely intimate.

"You're pregnant?", he asked, grabbed her hand tightly, moved closer to her.

"Y-yes. I- I am sorry?", she asked.

"No. God no. Don't apologize. Please don't. We're in this together, right? So please don't apologize", he whispered, leaning over to kiss her slightly.

"I don't know? Are we?", she asked him. Her hands sweating. "B-because I really want to keep that baby. I can't stand another abortion. You don't have to be around. I could find ways to do it alone. Really, I don't want to bother you", she explained, but with every word her voice got thinner.

"Psst, Maeve. Of course, I'll be there for you. Both of you, always.", he answered and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Sure? I mean, that's a huge responsibility. You really don't have to-", she began, but he straddled her down with a kiss.

"I love you, Maeve!", he whispered into her ear, moving his hand back down her upper body, to move it under her shirt again, except this time it stopped right beneath her belly button.

It made her whimper louder. His hand slightly stroke the skin where the baby was. It was ticklish at first, but got warm and nice within a second. Her head was drowning in dopamine, when he did this. His big blue eyes had a shine to them in which she immediately fell in love with. These eyes. Let the baby have his eyes!

"I love you too.", she muttered these words into his lips that slightly covered hers. Butterflies hatched underneath his palm. She was sure that little bean felt everything just like her.

His head dropped to her left, sucked a light bruise into her neck, before he moved down to where his hand laid and moved the shirt up.

His nose buried into the skin, as Maeve could feel his hot breath there, his forehead sank down and the hairline lined up with her midriff, before he whispered;

"Hey, love, this is your dad."

"Otis.", Maeve giggled, she felt how tiny tears appeared in her eyes. It made her so emotional to see how Otis accepted her and the baby without a second thought.

"Psst. Important conversation here!", he looked at her shortly before he continued to whispered into her belly.

"I'm so excited to meet you. And I promise to always try to be a good dad to you.", he laughed slightly as he kissed the skin there.

"Shit Otis, you're making me cry up here", Maeve giggled and whipped away the tears.

"Sorry love. Didn't mean to", he snuggled next to her, placing his head onto her shoulder.

"Did you really just talk to my belly?", Maeve slightly asked as he had grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers tightly.

"Just bonding with my baby.", he shrugged, but moved her hand up to kiss it briefly.

"Really Otis. You're really going through that with me?", Maeve moved, so she laid on her side, facing her… boyfriend?

"Absolutely. Sure, I mean we're young, and it was an accident, but that doesn't mean that we will be bad parents. It will be hard, sure, but we'll figure it out. I'll get a job after school, to make some money, and you can move here. There's a spare bedroom next door. We could use it as the nursery and-", he started, but Maeve cut him off.

"Okay, okay. Give it a rest, I am only 8 weeks along. There's still so much that can happen, how about we give ourselves some time to wrap our heads around that whole thing?"

Her hands moved to his hips, pulling him closer, kissing him softly, when he nodded.

"So… still horny, orr…?", she whispered as his smile grew wider.

"How did I deserve you?", he looked absolutely smitten, as he lowered himself onto her, kissing her breathlessly.

A/N

Oh, Oh guys, never open a condom with your teeth! Haha!

I am back, wohoo. It's been months right? Sorry about that, but I'll continue this story! Maybe just give me some time!

XOXO