Chapter 3

Kensi woke up in the morning, and felt extremely nauseous. She ran to the nearest bathroom, and threw up in the toilet. This attracted the attention of Deeks' mom.

"Who the hell are you?" Roberta Deeks asked as she barged into the bathroom.

"I'm Kensi. I'm Marty's friend. I came here early this morning, looking for a place to stay. He said I could stay here. I'll leave." Kensi said, as she started getting up. When she did this, she got really nauseous again. She plopped back down and threw up in the toilet again.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?"

Kensi nodded.

"Is it my son's?"

"No. Definitely not."

"Thank god. You can stay. I'm gonna make pancakes for breakfast. You're welcome to have some if you want."

"Uh, thank you. I'm not really sure if I can stay, though. I should probably go home and get ready for school."

"You should eat. You need to keep your strength up, for the baby."

"I'm not keeping the baby. I'm scheduling an appointment with the abortion clinic, today. I don't really care about the baby."

"Every mother cares for their child."

"I'm not a mother."

"Sweetheart, the minute that baby become real, you became a mother."

"I can't have a baby. I'm a 16 year old foster kid. My dad's dead and my mom is God knows where. It's just better this way."

"You're just willing to kill your baby?"

"It's not like I want to get an abortion. I would love to have a baby, but I'm not in the position to be a mom. I'm not ready to be a mom."

"What if you stayed here?"

"What?"

"What if I became your legal guardian?"

"Why would you do that?"

"You could have a home and have your baby."

"I don't want that. I don't want you to take in some stranger and her unborn kid. I just met your son a few months ago. We're pretty close, but this is way too much."

"You just said you would love to be a mother. If I did this, you'd get that chance."

"This is a lot to think about. I don't know if I really want this. Can I think about it?"

"Yeah. Take as much time as you need. Just don't tell Martin about this. I don't want him to know yet."

"Ok. Now, I'm gonna go. I need to get ready."

"Ok. Do you have a car?"

"No."

"Here." Roberta tossed her a set of keys. "This is Martin's car. You can take it."

"Ok. Thank you."

"You're welcome. And I mean what I said. I really want you to think about it."

"I will."

Kensi drove back to the foster house, and thanked God that her foster parents had already gone to work. She was able to get ready fairly quickly, and then drove to school.

She met Deeks in the courtyard, when she arrived.

"Where did you go this morning? I woke up and you were gone."

"I had to go home, and get ready. And your mom gave me your car. Here." She said as she handed him his keys.

"So you met the infamous Roberta Deeks?"

"Yeah. She heard me throwing up in the bathroom."

"Morning sickness?"

"Yep."

"Are you sure about having an abortion?"

"I don't know yet. I still have time to decide. I am making an appointment with my doctor today, though."

"Ok. And just so you know, whatever ever you decide, I'm here for you. I want to help you, in anyway I can."

"I appreciate that, but I think I need to do this by myself. I got myself into this, and I need to deal with this by myself."

"But you don't have to. There's nothing wrong with asking for help or relying on others. I know you were taught to be independent, but it's ok to be dependent sometimes, too."

"I know. And I will if I want it. Right now, I don't want it."

"Ok. I'll just stay on the sidelines."

"Thanks."

The two parted ways when the first bell rang. They went about the rest of their day, meeting up again at lunch, and then Spanish.

"Today has been awful." Kensi groaned as she plopped down next to Deeks.

"What happened?"

"Well, i through up this morning. Then again during second period, then again during choir. I got a 65 on my history quiz, and my choir teacher told me that I'm behind on my music for Region. She said I should just give up now, because I'm not gonna make it."

"That's awful. I'm sorry."

All Kensi could do was nod her head, before her eyes started to fill with tears.

"No, don't cry. It's ok." Deeks tried to soothe her, but his efforts were futile.

She put her head down on the desk, and continued to cry. She cried for a solid 15 minutes, before her eyes started to dry up.

"Are you ok?"

"Not really. I just really want to go home."

"We just have to get through this class, then I'll take you home."

"No. I have to go to the doctor."

"I'll take you to that, if you want."

"Ok."

They made it through the rest of the class, and then they walked to Deeks' car together.

Their ride to the doctor's office was silent, but not super uncomfortable. Kensi didn't want to talk, and Deeks didn't want to push her.

They got to the doctor's office and took a seat.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Deeks asked, after the nurse called Kensi's name.

"No. I'm fine."

"Ok."

Deeks day back down and Kensi followed the nurse.

"So, you think your pregnant?" The nurse asked, as Kensi sat down on the exam table.

"Yeah."

"You're 16, right?"

Kensi just nodded her head.

"Is the presumed father the one you were waiting with."

"God, no. I wish he was the father, but he's just a friend."

"If you don't mind me asking, who is the father?"

"A guy I met at a party. We had a one night stand, and I haven't seen him since.

"Do you have any support to help with this?"

"My friend and his mom have offered to help me. I don't know if I'll take the offer yet."

"Ok. How about we see if your actually pregnant?"

"Ok."

"Just pee in this cup, and bring it back. The bathroom's around the corner."

Kensi walked out of the room, went to the bathroom, peed in the cup, and then gave it back to the nurse.

"So, pink means pregnant." The nurse said as she held up a paper pregnancy test.

She dipped the stick into the pee and it instantly turned pink.

"You, my dear, are pregnant. We're gonna draw blood to confirm."

"Ok."

"There doctor will be in shortly, and then I'll come back to draw your blood."

Kensi just sat there, not moving. The nurse stared at her, expecting a response, but when she realized she wasn't going to get one, she just left.

Kensi didn't know how to feel. Was she supposed to be happy? Was she supposed to be sad? Scared? Embarrassed? Confused? She really didn't know. She wasn't exactly happy, but she was mad or sad about it, either. She was a little embarrassed, but she knew she would be even more embarrassed when she started showing. She was nervous, and a little scared. She had a lot of things to consider. Abortion? Adoption? Open Adoption? Keeping the baby? Moving in with Deeks? Staying in foster care? Becoming emancipated and living on her own? How would she even afford a baby, if she did keep it? She'd surely need government aid, right?

That night, she left the doctor's office with hundreds of questions swarming around in her head.

"So, what did the doctor say?" Deeks asked as they drove back to her house.

"I'm pregnant. They drew some blood, to confirm."

"What are you gonna do?"

Kensi just shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't really in the mood to start a conversation. She just needed to calm down before she could talk to anyone, about anything.