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issues that I had to work out. I also start school soon.
Title: I Will Survive
Author: NightsDream
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Buffy Summers has big dreams and just when everything in her life is perfect, it all turns horribly wrong.
Distribution: If you want it (why? I don't know) then e-mail @ webmistress@nightsdream.com
Disclaimer: I own no characters and not the story. It belongs to the person it happened to. I love what you experience made you what you are today: a wonderful woman.
Warning: This fic contains implied pre-martial sex. If this offends you, I apologize and encourage you to please stop reading.
A/N: This story is a true story, not of me, but of someone very close to me. I will not give out her name for security purposes, but keep "Buffy" in your prayers. Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Wiccan, Pagan, it doesn't matter. We are all watched over, even if it's not by a God.
Lyrics are from Sarah McLachlan's "Prayer of St. Francis" (Ending song in 'Grave')
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
//Lord make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.
O divine master grant that I may
not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love
For it is in giving that we receive-
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
And it's in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen\\
Chapter 7: Options
"What?" my mom asks.
"I'm pregnant," I repeat, knowing full well that she heard me the first time.
"I heard that the first time, but I'm having a difficult believing it when you so obviously don't have a husband.
"I know. It's Riley's baby." I really can't look them in the eye. I have never done anything bad ever. I have no idea how they'll react.
My mom gives out a cry. I was NOT expecting this! I thought they'd yell and disown me; not cry.
Soon my dad, who has remained silent through the whole one-minute conversation, bursts out into tears.
"It's all right, Buffy," my dad consoles. "Your mother and I will help with the wedding costs. It's not like you don't love the guy."
"Wedding?" I ask, but realizing that I just set myself up for a shooting, I quickly say, "to Riley, of course. Sorry, my brain is a little off because of the news."
"It's fine, honey. We'll find a way to make things work."
"I'm so glad that you haven't disown me or anything because I got really worried when I found out that you would do something like that, but then I ran into this guy at school and he had a ex-girlfriend go through the same thing and we talked and he reassured me that everything would be fine. I guess that he was right."
"I'll call Mrs. Finn later tonight and inform her of this - situation."
"Okay, Mom." I surprised that this went as well as it did. I really don't want to marry Riley, but I'd rather do that then spent the rest of my life without parents. What a choice!
***
I hear a knock at my dorm room door.
"Come in," I call.
Angel walks in. "Hey, Buffy. How did it go?" he asks.
"Just as you said. They didn't do anything that I thought they'd do. They cried, which is worse, but they decided that I'm going to marry Riley."
Something suddenly flashed in Angel's eyes. Jealousy? I couldn't tell for sure what it was. Why would he be jealous of me?
"Is that a good thing?" he asks.
"I'm not sure. I mean, sure I love him, but I'm not in love with him. I'm not if I ever was, really. I'd rather be good with my parents and be married to Riley than to be at bad terms with them. My parents believe that children and sex are for married couples. I don't really believe that, obviously. Sure, I wish that I'd waited, but I can't change the past."
"I see. What would you like to do? Do you *want* to marry Riley?"
"This is how I see it: I'd rather raise my child with two parents that love each other and got married because of that love, not because they had to. So. no, I don't want to marry Riley. I think it's best for my baby if I don't."
"Why don't you tell you parents that?"
"I don't want to make them any madder then they are already, trust me."
"Okay, I trust you."
"I'm sorry. It seems that every time we get together, we always talk about the shit that going on my life. What's new with you?"
"It's fine. I understand completely. This is a brand new thing with you and you need to rent. I get that. As for me, nothing really interesting is going on my dull life, as usual."
"I really want to thank you for talking to me about this. It means a lot to me." My eyes tear up. "And now I'm getting all emotional."
"It's normal. It gets worse, so don't worry."
"Oh, thanks," I playfully punch his shoulder.
"Hey! That hurt!" he taps my arm.
"It's not good to punch a pregnant woman and that was really lame."
"I know, I'm sorry."
***
"So when is this friend of yours coming?" my mom asks. I talked Angel into coming by and helping with the wedding plans, since he's been such a great friend lately.
"Soon, Mom. He's not late. There he is." I point to the approaching car.
"He has a car. That's good."
I give her a look. "Hey Angel!" I give him a hug, which he gratefully accepts and returns.
"You must be Angel. I'm Joyce Summers, Buffy's mom."
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Summers," he extends his hand to shake hers.
"Please, call me Joyce."
"Thank you, Joyce."
"Well, let's get started!"
***
"Buffy?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Are you dating him?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Because the man is in love with you."
TBC.
Thanks to all who reviewed!
Baruch ata hashem eloheinu melech haolom. Asher kit-shanu bamitzvotav, vitcevanu lichadleak ner shel lachiem.
The above statement is transliterated from Hebrew into English. At the end of the story, I'll reveal what it means.
Title: I Will Survive
Author: NightsDream
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Buffy Summers has big dreams and just when everything in her life is perfect, it all turns horribly wrong.
Distribution: If you want it (why? I don't know) then e-mail @ webmistress@nightsdream.com
Disclaimer: I own no characters and not the story. It belongs to the person it happened to. I love what you experience made you what you are today: a wonderful woman.
Warning: This fic contains implied pre-martial sex. If this offends you, I apologize and encourage you to please stop reading.
A/N: This story is a true story, not of me, but of someone very close to me. I will not give out her name for security purposes, but keep "Buffy" in your prayers. Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Wiccan, Pagan, it doesn't matter. We are all watched over, even if it's not by a God.
Lyrics are from Sarah McLachlan's "Prayer of St. Francis" (Ending song in 'Grave')
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
//Lord make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.
O divine master grant that I may
not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love
For it is in giving that we receive-
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
And it's in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen\\
Chapter 7: Options
"What?" my mom asks.
"I'm pregnant," I repeat, knowing full well that she heard me the first time.
"I heard that the first time, but I'm having a difficult believing it when you so obviously don't have a husband.
"I know. It's Riley's baby." I really can't look them in the eye. I have never done anything bad ever. I have no idea how they'll react.
My mom gives out a cry. I was NOT expecting this! I thought they'd yell and disown me; not cry.
Soon my dad, who has remained silent through the whole one-minute conversation, bursts out into tears.
"It's all right, Buffy," my dad consoles. "Your mother and I will help with the wedding costs. It's not like you don't love the guy."
"Wedding?" I ask, but realizing that I just set myself up for a shooting, I quickly say, "to Riley, of course. Sorry, my brain is a little off because of the news."
"It's fine, honey. We'll find a way to make things work."
"I'm so glad that you haven't disown me or anything because I got really worried when I found out that you would do something like that, but then I ran into this guy at school and he had a ex-girlfriend go through the same thing and we talked and he reassured me that everything would be fine. I guess that he was right."
"I'll call Mrs. Finn later tonight and inform her of this - situation."
"Okay, Mom." I surprised that this went as well as it did. I really don't want to marry Riley, but I'd rather do that then spent the rest of my life without parents. What a choice!
***
I hear a knock at my dorm room door.
"Come in," I call.
Angel walks in. "Hey, Buffy. How did it go?" he asks.
"Just as you said. They didn't do anything that I thought they'd do. They cried, which is worse, but they decided that I'm going to marry Riley."
Something suddenly flashed in Angel's eyes. Jealousy? I couldn't tell for sure what it was. Why would he be jealous of me?
"Is that a good thing?" he asks.
"I'm not sure. I mean, sure I love him, but I'm not in love with him. I'm not if I ever was, really. I'd rather be good with my parents and be married to Riley than to be at bad terms with them. My parents believe that children and sex are for married couples. I don't really believe that, obviously. Sure, I wish that I'd waited, but I can't change the past."
"I see. What would you like to do? Do you *want* to marry Riley?"
"This is how I see it: I'd rather raise my child with two parents that love each other and got married because of that love, not because they had to. So. no, I don't want to marry Riley. I think it's best for my baby if I don't."
"Why don't you tell you parents that?"
"I don't want to make them any madder then they are already, trust me."
"Okay, I trust you."
"I'm sorry. It seems that every time we get together, we always talk about the shit that going on my life. What's new with you?"
"It's fine. I understand completely. This is a brand new thing with you and you need to rent. I get that. As for me, nothing really interesting is going on my dull life, as usual."
"I really want to thank you for talking to me about this. It means a lot to me." My eyes tear up. "And now I'm getting all emotional."
"It's normal. It gets worse, so don't worry."
"Oh, thanks," I playfully punch his shoulder.
"Hey! That hurt!" he taps my arm.
"It's not good to punch a pregnant woman and that was really lame."
"I know, I'm sorry."
***
"So when is this friend of yours coming?" my mom asks. I talked Angel into coming by and helping with the wedding plans, since he's been such a great friend lately.
"Soon, Mom. He's not late. There he is." I point to the approaching car.
"He has a car. That's good."
I give her a look. "Hey Angel!" I give him a hug, which he gratefully accepts and returns.
"You must be Angel. I'm Joyce Summers, Buffy's mom."
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Summers," he extends his hand to shake hers.
"Please, call me Joyce."
"Thank you, Joyce."
"Well, let's get started!"
***
"Buffy?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Are you dating him?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Because the man is in love with you."
TBC.
Thanks to all who reviewed!
Baruch ata hashem eloheinu melech haolom. Asher kit-shanu bamitzvotav, vitcevanu lichadleak ner shel lachiem.
The above statement is transliterated from Hebrew into English. At the end of the story, I'll reveal what it means.