Passionate Firsts: Chapter Two
NOTE: TO those who review, thank you. The rest of the story will be rather different than this first chapter, but please keep reading. To those who have nothing better to do than judge other people, go to hell. Anyway, on with the story.
Tiffany stood sideways in front of her full length mirror. Holding a pillow over her stomach, she tried to picture a bulge forming where the pillow sat. Sighing, Tiffany sat down on her bed. It was just yesterday that the pink line had changed her life. One little line had told her the future, and now in a few minutes she would have to tell Jordan. Scared as she was about telling him, it was the reaction of her family, particularly her older sister Shannon, that had her the most worried. Ever since Tiffany was young there had always been a tension between the sisters, a tension which had grown greater and greater as the years went past. Shannon had been less than supportive of Tiffany's relationships and the news of Tiffany's pregnancy was sure to shock and anger her. Before Tiffany could grow any more worried, the doorbell rang. Tiffany took her time getting downstairs. She was in no rush to talk to Jordan.
"Hi Jordan," she said opening the door
"Hey babe!" Jordan greeted Tiffany with a hug and kiss on the cheek
"Come on in."
Tiffany sat down on the Kilbourne's long couch and Jordan sat next to her.
"So what is you wanted to tell me?" Jordan asked not seeming a bit phased by Tiffany's nervous attitude.
"Okay." Tiffany took a deep breath. "Jordan, this isn't easy to say... I don't really know how to tell you this..."
Tiffany watched Jordan's expression change from pleasant to worried.
"But, I can't keep a secret anymore. Jordan, I..."
"Tiffany..." Jordan interrupted her "If you're going to tell me you're seeing someone else, please don't. I'd rather not know. Just break up with me and don't tell me. Please." Jordan looked on the verge of tears.
"No! I mean, no, Jordan that's not it. Jordan, I'm pregnant."
Jordan's eyes grew wide and his skin turned a shade paler. He sat there for a minute, not saying anything, while Tiffany nervously awaited his response.
"Pregnant?" he whispered. "Are you sure?"
Tiffany nodded. "Well, the home test came up positive, and I'm late and I have all symptoms. Jordan, I'm almost positive."
Jordan exhaled loudly. "Holy shit. Pregnant."
Tiffany swallowed trying to keep herself from crying. Jordan noticed this and put his arm around Tiffany.
"Tiff, It'll be okay. Don't cry. I mean, I know we're young, but really... its not so bad. You'll see."
Tiffany rested her head on Jordan's shoulder and let a tear fall.
"But Jordan my parents... your parents... our brothers and sisters... what will people say? What are we going to do with a baby? What are we gonna do?"
Tiffany was fully crying by now. Jordan stroked Tiffany's hair.
"Shh, don't cry. I don't know exactly what we'll do sweetie, but it'll be okay. You'll see. Just promise me you'll let me help you... you can't do this alone...let me help. This will be OUR baby. We'll raise it together. You'll see."
Tiffany nodded, still crying. She was afraid to tell Jordan what she was really thinking. She didn't want to be pregnant, she didn't want to be a mom. Tiffany wanted an abortion.
NOTE: TO those who review, thank you. The rest of the story will be rather different than this first chapter, but please keep reading. To those who have nothing better to do than judge other people, go to hell. Anyway, on with the story.
Tiffany stood sideways in front of her full length mirror. Holding a pillow over her stomach, she tried to picture a bulge forming where the pillow sat. Sighing, Tiffany sat down on her bed. It was just yesterday that the pink line had changed her life. One little line had told her the future, and now in a few minutes she would have to tell Jordan. Scared as she was about telling him, it was the reaction of her family, particularly her older sister Shannon, that had her the most worried. Ever since Tiffany was young there had always been a tension between the sisters, a tension which had grown greater and greater as the years went past. Shannon had been less than supportive of Tiffany's relationships and the news of Tiffany's pregnancy was sure to shock and anger her. Before Tiffany could grow any more worried, the doorbell rang. Tiffany took her time getting downstairs. She was in no rush to talk to Jordan.
"Hi Jordan," she said opening the door
"Hey babe!" Jordan greeted Tiffany with a hug and kiss on the cheek
"Come on in."
Tiffany sat down on the Kilbourne's long couch and Jordan sat next to her.
"So what is you wanted to tell me?" Jordan asked not seeming a bit phased by Tiffany's nervous attitude.
"Okay." Tiffany took a deep breath. "Jordan, this isn't easy to say... I don't really know how to tell you this..."
Tiffany watched Jordan's expression change from pleasant to worried.
"But, I can't keep a secret anymore. Jordan, I..."
"Tiffany..." Jordan interrupted her "If you're going to tell me you're seeing someone else, please don't. I'd rather not know. Just break up with me and don't tell me. Please." Jordan looked on the verge of tears.
"No! I mean, no, Jordan that's not it. Jordan, I'm pregnant."
Jordan's eyes grew wide and his skin turned a shade paler. He sat there for a minute, not saying anything, while Tiffany nervously awaited his response.
"Pregnant?" he whispered. "Are you sure?"
Tiffany nodded. "Well, the home test came up positive, and I'm late and I have all symptoms. Jordan, I'm almost positive."
Jordan exhaled loudly. "Holy shit. Pregnant."
Tiffany swallowed trying to keep herself from crying. Jordan noticed this and put his arm around Tiffany.
"Tiff, It'll be okay. Don't cry. I mean, I know we're young, but really... its not so bad. You'll see."
Tiffany rested her head on Jordan's shoulder and let a tear fall.
"But Jordan my parents... your parents... our brothers and sisters... what will people say? What are we going to do with a baby? What are we gonna do?"
Tiffany was fully crying by now. Jordan stroked Tiffany's hair.
"Shh, don't cry. I don't know exactly what we'll do sweetie, but it'll be okay. You'll see. Just promise me you'll let me help you... you can't do this alone...let me help. This will be OUR baby. We'll raise it together. You'll see."
Tiffany nodded, still crying. She was afraid to tell Jordan what she was really thinking. She didn't want to be pregnant, she didn't want to be a mom. Tiffany wanted an abortion.