Disclaimer: I'd be lying if I told you I owned Daria and Trent, as well as the other characters from the TV show. Now that you know that, they're all mine.

Chapter 5

When the couple arrived at the Morgendorffer abode they both just sat in the car, neither really wanting to talk. Daria seemed incapable of speech and Trent not wanting to upset her right now. Finally though, after what seemed an eternity, Daria broke the silence.

"Come on Trent, let's go inside."

Trent just nodded and the two of them exited the car.

Once inside they headed towards the living room and sat down on one of the couches.

"So," Trent finally said.

"Look Trent," Daria had finally broken from her silence, "I can't have an abortion. I really can't. I don't think it'd be right, and I know my parent's are gonna be pissed but I just can't do it. Can you understand that?"

"Yeah. Believe it or not, I do. This is my baby too and I really don't want you having an abortion, but it's your choice. I'm just glad this is the one you're making."

Daria smiled before continuing, "So, that's settled. I just don't know what to do now though. There's adoption, I suppose, or we could...keep the baby. But if we did, could I stay at school, or would I have to drop out? And what about the future? Trent I don't know if I can do this."

A tear slowly slid down her cheek, and Trent leant in and softly kissed it away.

"Come on Daria, it'll all work out, you'll see."

Daria finally looked at him again and spoke, letting a little of her usual self back through. "Geez Trent why don't you just step into any horror movie ever made and say 'I'll be right back'?"

"Daria, be serious," but secretly he was glad she was acting more her usual self.

"But I don't wanna be serious. I'm always serious. And now, I'm 16 years old and pregnant. I quit serious."

"Um, ok then..."

"Alright, back to business," Daria said, normal again, well, normal fro her anyway, "I'm not getting an abortion. (A.N: despite what some readers think should happen) I don't know how I feel about giving my, our child to some other family, so that leaves us with, I have the baby, and keep the baby." After getting all this out, her resolve began to crack once more, doubt flooding her mind, "Trent I can't have a baby! What'll I do about school? Sure, my clothes will hide it for a while, but in about 3 or 4 months it's gonna start to get pretty damn obvious!"

"Daria clam down. Try not to stress out too much. It can't be good for you or the baby. And school, well, we'll cross that obstacle when we come to it." Trent wrapped an arm around her and Daria relaxed a little, resting her head against Trent's shoulder.

"Trent?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we gonna do 'bout my parents?"

Trent tightened his grip on her a little.

"Don't think about that. Not yet."

"I'm afraid we have to. Everyone will be home tomorrow night."

"You can wait a few days to tell them. It won't make too much difference."

"Yeah I guess you're right. So we keeping this kid?"

"If you're sure you want to. I know I do."

"Then that's settled."

"Alright. What will you do about school?"

"I guess I'll go until I'm showing too much, by then it'll be close to summer and the holidays, so I probably won't miss too much school in the end. Just a few weeks. Once the break ands, I guess you or my parents can baby sit while I'm at school. If they agree that is. And assuming I live that long."

"I'm sure they'll understand Daria. I'm gonna start looking for a job, and I'll tell the band after the gig tonight. I know that you're upset now, but do you still wanna come to the gig tonight? Janey'll be there too. I understand if you wanna stay home tonight though."

"Trent I'll be there. I don't wanna sty home tonight. Alone. Mind if I stay over after the show?"

"Of course you can Daria."

"Thanks."

Daria leaned against Trent's shoulder abd the to sat like that, in silence for a while, just happy to be together, and knowing that they were there for eachother.

Eventually Trent spoke again.

"Sorry Daria, but we gotta get going it's 5 already and the band goes on at 8. I think we're maybe having a practice session too. Not sure though. Anyway, I don't wanna be late, and I'm sure I already am."

"Ok Trent. I'll just go grab my stuff and we can go."

Daria stood and walked upstairs to her bedroom. Trent also rose after a moment and started for the door, knowing that Daria wouldn't be long. Unlike her sister Quinn he was sure.

When Daria was done she met Trent at the door and they headed out to the car together.

TBC...

AN: So, review and let me know what ya think. No flames please. They really don't do anyone any good. Especially me. And if you don't like it and you've read this far just so you can flame me, I think you need a new hobby. How's about embroidery? Not for you? Well I' sure you'll find something you like other than wasting your and my time that is.

Over and out, B.