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As a response to some of your concerns, yes Joe does turn out to be helpful and very supportive. But when you read the first line of this chapter, remember everyone has their initial shock reactions.
On with the chapter.
Ch3
"You're pregnant?" Joe asked. "No way. No fucking way,"
"Pardon me if I leave to go get my things so I can leave in total mortification," Nancy quickly pushed past Joe and hurried upstairs, a look on her face that screamed "I'm about to burst into tears,"
After she left Frank was very serious when he said, "And the pregnancy hormones just keep on coming,"
"I screwed up big time just now didn't I?" Joe looked at his brother.
"I did worse," Frank admitted. "She'd probably want to talk to you more than me"
There was a silence between the two brothers for a brief moment.
"So, Nancy's pregnant," Joe said. Frank nodded. "Ned's?" Frank shook his head. "You guys didn't happen to. you know, and not tell anyone did you?"
"NO!" Frank exclaimed. "You know that would never happen,"
"Then what did happen?" Joe questioned.
"We think she was raped. She doesn't remember ever having sex,"
"And no one ever told her?"
Frank nodded somberly.
"What did you do to make her yell at you?"
"Last night I found her crying in her room. She told me she was pregnant and started packing. I told her to go to sleep and that I'd wake her up in the morning so she could leave without having to explain to anyone. So she went to bed and this morning, I didn't wake her up,"
"Not smart. Then again, what I said earlier wasn't so smooth,"
"No duh," Frank muttered. After another moment of silence he said, "Maybe I should go up and apologize,"
"Or maybe you shouldn't," Joe shot down the idea. "Nancy defiantly needs to cool down. It would be better if I went up and apologized,"
"And you would know this how?"
"It's a gift,"
* * *
Joe walked up to Nancy's door and quickly knocked. A strained quiet voice answered. "Who is it?"
"Nancy it's me, Joe," he replied.
"I don't want to talk to you or your brother," Nancy yelled.
"Nancy, I just want to apologize. I acted like a jerk downstairs. I feel horrible. Granted, not as horrible as Frank feels, but I feel bad just the same,"
There was a short silence before the door in front of the blond boy opened. "Come on in," Nancy sighed.
"I'm sorry about my reaction downstairs. I was--"
"Shocked that this could happen to someone you know so well, and that it happened at all," Nancy interrupted. "I know. And you don't owe me an apology. You had an initial reaction. Everyone does. I just haven't prepared myself for every possible reaction,"
"What?" Joe asked. "Nancy the only reaction you should have to prepare yourself for is one of congratulations and happiness,"
"Joe don't you get it? This isn't how it was supposed to happen. In my head I've said the exact same thing hundreds of times. I'm supposed to go to Yale in the fall. I don't know if you've noticed, but they frown upon illegitimate pregnancies!
"I can fully say goodbye to my ever getting a detective's license. Taking care of a kid is a full-time job, and I can't put my child in danger like that.
"And don't get me started on my dad. He's really a firm believer in the whole sex after marriage thing. What do you think he's going to say when he finds out I'm not going to college because I'm pregnant. And that it's not even my boyfriend's baby! I'm sure that will go over well!"
"Nancy!" Joe shouted. "Will you just shut up for a second?" he paused. "Thank you. First of all, you have to calm down and stop losing your cool about every little thing. Despite what's going through your mind right now, you don't want that little detective inside you to die.
"Second, you were raped. If your dad can't understand that this pregnancy isn't your fault then he doesn't deserve his law degree.
"Third, there are so many ways you could still go to college I'm not even going to go over them. The point is, Nancy, right now, you have nothing to be sorry about, and the only thing you should be worrying about is the baby's and your own health. You understand?"
* * *
"What's all this yelling about?" Laura Hardy sat up in her bed.
Fenton, popped his head in from the room's adjoining bathroom. "I've only heard bits and pieces," he answered. "I can't tell what's going on,"
"Fenton James Hardy don't you lie to me," Laura responded. "You know very well know that I know the wall between that bathroom and the guestroom is paper thin. You've heard every word of what's going on,"
Fenton sighed. "Nancy was apparently raped and is pregnant. Frank and Joe both said something they shouldn't have. She's very upset,"
"That's terrible. The poor thing. I suppose now wouldn't be a good time to tell her that last night her father called to say his fiancé's pregnant," Laura stated.
"Or to tell the boys that Joe is no longer going to be the youngest,"
That's the end. I have no clue about the Hardy's parents ages, but in this fic, they are young enough to have a child, as is Carson's fiancé.
Please review.
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews.
As a response to some of your concerns, yes Joe does turn out to be helpful and very supportive. But when you read the first line of this chapter, remember everyone has their initial shock reactions.
On with the chapter.
Ch3
"You're pregnant?" Joe asked. "No way. No fucking way,"
"Pardon me if I leave to go get my things so I can leave in total mortification," Nancy quickly pushed past Joe and hurried upstairs, a look on her face that screamed "I'm about to burst into tears,"
After she left Frank was very serious when he said, "And the pregnancy hormones just keep on coming,"
"I screwed up big time just now didn't I?" Joe looked at his brother.
"I did worse," Frank admitted. "She'd probably want to talk to you more than me"
There was a silence between the two brothers for a brief moment.
"So, Nancy's pregnant," Joe said. Frank nodded. "Ned's?" Frank shook his head. "You guys didn't happen to. you know, and not tell anyone did you?"
"NO!" Frank exclaimed. "You know that would never happen,"
"Then what did happen?" Joe questioned.
"We think she was raped. She doesn't remember ever having sex,"
"And no one ever told her?"
Frank nodded somberly.
"What did you do to make her yell at you?"
"Last night I found her crying in her room. She told me she was pregnant and started packing. I told her to go to sleep and that I'd wake her up in the morning so she could leave without having to explain to anyone. So she went to bed and this morning, I didn't wake her up,"
"Not smart. Then again, what I said earlier wasn't so smooth,"
"No duh," Frank muttered. After another moment of silence he said, "Maybe I should go up and apologize,"
"Or maybe you shouldn't," Joe shot down the idea. "Nancy defiantly needs to cool down. It would be better if I went up and apologized,"
"And you would know this how?"
"It's a gift,"
* * *
Joe walked up to Nancy's door and quickly knocked. A strained quiet voice answered. "Who is it?"
"Nancy it's me, Joe," he replied.
"I don't want to talk to you or your brother," Nancy yelled.
"Nancy, I just want to apologize. I acted like a jerk downstairs. I feel horrible. Granted, not as horrible as Frank feels, but I feel bad just the same,"
There was a short silence before the door in front of the blond boy opened. "Come on in," Nancy sighed.
"I'm sorry about my reaction downstairs. I was--"
"Shocked that this could happen to someone you know so well, and that it happened at all," Nancy interrupted. "I know. And you don't owe me an apology. You had an initial reaction. Everyone does. I just haven't prepared myself for every possible reaction,"
"What?" Joe asked. "Nancy the only reaction you should have to prepare yourself for is one of congratulations and happiness,"
"Joe don't you get it? This isn't how it was supposed to happen. In my head I've said the exact same thing hundreds of times. I'm supposed to go to Yale in the fall. I don't know if you've noticed, but they frown upon illegitimate pregnancies!
"I can fully say goodbye to my ever getting a detective's license. Taking care of a kid is a full-time job, and I can't put my child in danger like that.
"And don't get me started on my dad. He's really a firm believer in the whole sex after marriage thing. What do you think he's going to say when he finds out I'm not going to college because I'm pregnant. And that it's not even my boyfriend's baby! I'm sure that will go over well!"
"Nancy!" Joe shouted. "Will you just shut up for a second?" he paused. "Thank you. First of all, you have to calm down and stop losing your cool about every little thing. Despite what's going through your mind right now, you don't want that little detective inside you to die.
"Second, you were raped. If your dad can't understand that this pregnancy isn't your fault then he doesn't deserve his law degree.
"Third, there are so many ways you could still go to college I'm not even going to go over them. The point is, Nancy, right now, you have nothing to be sorry about, and the only thing you should be worrying about is the baby's and your own health. You understand?"
* * *
"What's all this yelling about?" Laura Hardy sat up in her bed.
Fenton, popped his head in from the room's adjoining bathroom. "I've only heard bits and pieces," he answered. "I can't tell what's going on,"
"Fenton James Hardy don't you lie to me," Laura responded. "You know very well know that I know the wall between that bathroom and the guestroom is paper thin. You've heard every word of what's going on,"
Fenton sighed. "Nancy was apparently raped and is pregnant. Frank and Joe both said something they shouldn't have. She's very upset,"
"That's terrible. The poor thing. I suppose now wouldn't be a good time to tell her that last night her father called to say his fiancé's pregnant," Laura stated.
"Or to tell the boys that Joe is no longer going to be the youngest,"
That's the end. I have no clue about the Hardy's parents ages, but in this fic, they are young enough to have a child, as is Carson's fiancé.
Please review.
