Alone

CSI characters are not mine… originals are…

This is not a Mary Sue… and I assure you… I do have a plan as to where this is going so just bear with me… okay?

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Chapter 6

We managed to get through the next three months without her parents suspecting anything, though it was getting harder to pull off with school and Jamie's ever-growing stomach. She would need bigger clothes soon and we were saving up all the money we could get for it.

"Greg, I think we should tell my parents. It won't be long until they notice for themselves and they won't be very thrilled if that's how they find out." She told me one March evening as we sat in her room.

I nodded, "That's your call. How do you want to do it?" I asked.

She was silent a moment, "A letter maybe, that way the information kind of sinks in before they start yelling at me." She suggested.

"You mean us… or are you going to tell them about Adam?" the nightmares had finally stopped and I felt bad bringing him up.

She looked at her feet. "I can't…" she said.

I gently rested my hands on her shoulders, "Tell them it's mine then. I'm not going anywhere." I said, smiling as I kissed her.

"Alright, alright. Just be prepared to run if I do say that. My dad won't be thrilled with you…"she finally agreed to my proposition.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I've always loved you, and most of the time I've tried to make you proud of me. I've messed up a lot of times in my life, but you've always been there for me. Now I've messed up pretty bad. I dread having to tell you and put you through this. I'm pregnant. With twins…

I've spent the last month crying. But I've also taken some responsibility. I've done some reading and calling around to find out about my options. I've learned that at fifteen weeks, which is how far along I am, my babies' heart are already beating, there are already brain waves and all the organs are present, and bones and hair are starting to show up. I could never have an abortion because I know that my babies are true human beings who shouldn't have to die for my mistake. Greg knows and is being very supportive; he's been there for me since we found out. I called a pregnancy help center. They can help with insurance, support groups, clothes and other things. There are even homes where I could live if you think that would be better for our family. I might consider adoption. I want to do what is best. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner I just wanted to sort it out for myself first.

I can't tell you how sorry I am. I feel like such a disappointment and embarrassment to you and the rest of the family. Getting through this will be very hard on you. I need you now more than I ever have. Please help me and these babies.

I love you. Jamie 3

After several tries that is the letter we came up with. Jamie left the note on the kitchen table before we left for school the next day. Needless to say that day ticked by incredibly slowly.

We walked in the front door of Jamie's house to see her father, Brian, and mother, Kate, sitting on the sofa waiting for us. They motioned us over and reluctantly we approached, ready to bolt for the door if need be.

"Sit…" her father growled in my general direction. I did and looked at my feet, at the moment I actually felt like it were my children growing inside of Jamie and I was about to be grilled for them. "You have some questions to answer…"

I gulped; Jamie took a seat next to me. "When did you find out?" her mother said, interrupting her father, for a moment. Jamie took this one.

"Christmas…" she said softly.

Her father took over the conversation again. "We let you stay in our house, under our roof and this is how you repay us. We let you stay in Jamie's room, which may not have been the best idea in the world, but we thought you could handle yourselves. This is rather disappointing, Greg." He finished part one of his rant, of which I knew there'd be more.

"It wasn't all Greg…" Jamie mumbled from beside me, I could tell she was nervous, hoping they wouldn't grill the truth out of us.

Her father looked at her, "I'm getting to you…" he then returned his attention back to me. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked me, not a question I anticipated.

I answered truthfully. "I love Jamie and I plan to be here for all of this. I realize you're not too pleased with me right now, but, we tried to find the best time to tell you. I'm sorry, sir." I said.

He nodded and turned his attention to Jamie. "And you… I'm very disappointed in you… I thought we raised you better than this. To know better than to go out and have sex at sixteen (wow… that's the first time I mentioned how old they were… whoops… by the way… they're in 10th grade…) but at least you didn't have an abortion…" he finished and turned to his wife, who obviously had questions of her own.

I looked at Jamie, her head in her hands, tears streaming down her face, I wrapped my arms around her, ignoring the glare I received from her father.

"In your letter it said you were at fifteen weeks. When are you due?" she asked.

"End of August, early September…" I said, we had managed to calculate that out.

"Do you intend on keeping the babies?" Mark asked. I looked at Jamie, who nodded, I followed her lead. I had known from the start she wouldn't be able to give them up, no matter how they were created.

Her father nodded, "Congratulations," he said. Kate smiled and hugged her daughter, then I. We had passed his interrogation. Now we just had to get passed the next six months, which would be a challenge in and of itself

There ya go… that's all for tonight… its 2 am… took me forever to type this chapter…. I'll get back to work tomorrow…-yawns- Night! REVIEW PLEASE!