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Note-I feel very inspired. It's short but still it's a chapter
Twenty minutes after Faith called Misty, Misty walked into Faith's apartment.
"Hey," Misty said. "You sounded really bad on the phone."
"I've had a rough night," Faith whispered.
"I had sex with that blonde, british guy from your work," Misty replied as she sat on Faith's couch.
"I'm pregnant," Faith explained as she started pacing.
"You win...does Wesley know?"
"Not yet," Faith answered as she sat down next to her sister.
"Is he going to know?"
"I don't know."
"Faith!" Misty looked at Faith then Faith's stomach. "You've done bad things, you've hurt people, and killed people; but you have to think about how much it'll hurt Wesley if you get rid of it."
"I'm scared...I don't usually get scared."
Misty put her hand on Faith's shoulder. "You and I had horrible parents. So horrible I wouldn't wish them on my worst enemy. Our mom was a bad mom. Her mom was a bad mom, but you can break that. You'll be good mom...just give yourself and your baby a chance."
"When did you become so wise?" Faith asked.
"In between solitary confinement and electro-shock therapy," Misty joked.
Faith stood up and wiped her tears away. "So about you screwing Spike."
"Oh um...I plead the 5th," Misty replied trying to avoid Faith's glare.
"Misty Lynn LeHane!"
"You used the full name, Faith Christine LeHane."
"How did you end up with Spike?" Faith asked as she sat back down.
"Um...I was at a club and had a whole lot of tequilla. One thing led to me making out with him which led to the sex part."
Faith shook her head. "Who taught you to drink tequilla?"
"You did. Remember? I was a freshman...you have to tell Wesley."
"I know."
Later that day Faith walked into Wesley's 3 bedroom apartment. "We need to talk," she announced.
"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"I don't know how to tell you this, um..."
"Tell me what?" Wesley asked as he led her to the couch to sit down.
"I'm pregnant," she whispered.
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