Chapter 4
Kensi woke up the next morning, feeling like she'd been hit by a mental freight train. She still had all of the unanswered questions swarming. She so desperately wanted answered to at least some of these questions, but she didn't even know where to begin.
She reluctantly put aside her questions, and got ready for school.
"Good morning." Deeks said, as the pair met in the courtyard, just like every other morning.
Kensi gave a low grunt as a response. It was no secret that she hated morning, but Deeks figured it was even worse with morning sickness.
"How are you?"
"Eh. I feel crappy."
"Morning sickness?"
She gave a nod and a sigh for an answer.
"So, are you gonna answer my question?"
Kensi knew exactly what he meant.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do, yet. I still have time to decide. And I wasn't really supposed to tell you this, but your mom offered to become my legal guardian."
"She did?"
"Yeah. Yesterday morning, I told her the gist of my situation, and she offered to become my legal guardian so I could have a place to raise the baby."
"What did you say?"
"I told her I'd think about it."
"Did you?"
"A little. It's only been a day."
"Do you want that?"
"I mean, it'd be nice. I'd have a home, and I could have the baby. But I don't want to accept the help. I want to do this on my own. Chances are that will lead me down the abortion path, but it'll be my choice."
"But, Kens, this is the best way for you to raise your baby. You'd have a home, and food, and security, and stability. That's what a baby needs. If you were to raise a baby on your own, would you be able to promise security and stability?"
"I don't know. Probably not."
"I told you yesterday that it's ok to except help. I will tell it to you everyday if that's what it takes for you to believe it."
"I know, but that doesn't make it any easier. I've always been independent, even before I become a foster kid. My dad raised me to be able to take care of myself, and anything that came with me. It's not in my nature to be dependent on others."
"I know, but I have an offer for you. How about you come live with us for like a month. See how you like it, and then you can decide."
"I don't know if I can. My foster parents probably won't allow that."
"Kensi, they beat you. They clearly don't like you, and don't want you. They won't care."
"But what if they do?"
"They won't."
Kensi thought about for a few moments before she gave her answer.
"Ok. Fine. A month. I see how it is, and then I make my decision."
"After you have my mom's lasagna, you'll be hooked."
The pair went their spectate ways, meeting again and lunch and 8th period.
"So, you should come home with me, and then I'll take over to your place when you want. Probably after dinner."
"Ok. I'm just gonna ask, when does your mom work?"
"She's a pharmacist tech. She works from 9-4, and then again from 8-12."
"And she makes enough money to support you and maybe me and a baby?"
"Well she makes a decent amount, but one of us will probably have to get a job."
"Ok. I'll look for one this weekend."
"I said one of us. Not necessarily you."
"Yeah, but it's my kid. It's my responsibility. You shouldn't be forced to pay for something I did."
"Yeah, but people don't usually tend to hire pregnant teenagers. It promotes a bad image. You might not be able to find a job."
"I'll be fine."
"Let's both look this weekend. Ultimately, only one of us can get a job because there's only one car that we now share."
"That's true."
Deeks was going to answer, but he realized that the whole class and the teacher were staring at them.
"Señor Deeks y Señorita Blye, go the office. You have disrupted the class, and you're both repeat offenders." The teacher said, in English so they understood she was serious.
Kensi could feel her cheeks getting red and the backs of her eyes start to sting with tears. Damn hormones. Kensi was fairly certain that at least one other person knew she was pregnant. By the beginning of tomorrow, half the school would.
"Lo siento, Señora Gonzales." Deeks said as he and Kensi gathered their things.
The pair walked out of the classroom, and headed for the office.
"Deeks, the whole class knows I'm pregnant. By tomorrow, half the school will know. What the hell am I supposed to do?" Kensi told him, worriedly as they walked to the office.
"I don't know. It's my fault, and I'm so sorry."
"I'm not blaming you. I'm just mad at the situation."
"Maybe you should stay away from school for a few days. Maybe just so people find another rumor to worry about."
"Yeah, but I have things to do in all of my classes."
"Maybe I could pick up your homework."
"Well now you're just sounding like my boyfriend."
"I can be if you want me to." He said, completely serious.
"Ha ha, that's funny." Kensi laughed, nervously.
"I'm being serious, Kens. We've known each other for like 6 months. We do practically everything together. We see each other everyday, and you're gonna be living with me soon."
"I don't know. I mean, my life is about to change forever. Do you really want to be involved with me, for that?"
"I will already be involved. This way, we'd be happy together, and things would be slightly less awkward."
Kensi didn't answer. They had arrived at the principal's office, and she still hadn't spoken. Deeks decided not to press.
The pair was left off by the principal with a stern talking to, and a warning to not do it again. Obviously, they'd both agreed it was a giant waste of time.
"Ok."
"Ok?"
"Ok. I would love to be your girlfriend."
"Really?"
"Yes. Really."
"Ok. I promise I won't break your heart."
"I'm gonna hold you to that promise."
The new couple hugged, right in the middle of the hallway, for probably longer than they should've. They were happy, and hopeful.
Chapter 4
Kensi woke up the next morning, feeling like she'd been hit by a mental freight train. She still had all of the unanswered questions swarming. She so desperately wanted answered to at least some of these questions, but she didn't even know where to begin.
She reluctantly put aside her questions, and got ready for school.
"Good morning." Deeks said, as the pair met in the courtyard, just like every other morning.
Kensi gave a low grunt as a response. It was no secret that she hated morning, but Deeks figured it was even worse with morning sickness.
"How are you?"
"Eh. I feel crappy."
"Morning sickness?"
She gave a nod and a sigh for an answer.
"So, are you gonna answer my question?"
Kensi knew exactly what he meant.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do, yet. I still have time to decide. And I wasn't really supposed to tell you this, but your mom offered to become my legal guardian."
"She did?"
"Yeah. Yesterday morning, I told her the gist of my situation, and she offered to become my legal guardian so I could have a place to raise the baby."
"What did you say?"
"I told her I'd think about it."
"Did you?"
"A little. It's only been a day."
"Do you want that?"
"I mean, it'd be nice. I'd have a home, and I could have the baby. But I don't want to accept the help. I want to do this on my own. Chances are that will lead me down the abortion path, but it'll be my choice."
"But, Kens, this is the best way for you to raise your baby. You'd have a home, and food, and security, and stability. That's what a baby needs. If you were to raise a baby on your own, would you be able to promise security and stability?"
"I don't know. Probably not."
"I told you yesterday that it's ok to except help. I will tell it to you everyday if that's what it takes for you to believe it."
"I know, but that doesn't make it any easier. I've always been independent, even before I become a foster kid. My dad raised me to be able to take care of myself, and anything that came with me. It's not in my nature to be dependent on others."
"I know, but I have an offer for you. How about you come live with us for like a month. See how you like it, and then you can decide."
"I don't know if I can. My foster parents probably won't allow that."
"Kensi, they beat you. They clearly don't like you, and don't want you. They won't care."
"But what if they do?"
"They won't."
Kensi thought about for a few moments before she gave her answer.
"Ok. Fine. A month. I see how it is, and then I make my decision."
"After you have my mom's lasagna, you'll be hooked."
The pair went their spectate ways, meeting again and lunch and 8th period.
"So, you should come home with me, and then I'll take over to your place when you want. Probably after dinner."
"Ok. I'm just gonna ask, when does your mom work?"
"She's a pharmacist tech. She works from 9-4, and then again from 8-12."
"And she makes enough money to support you and maybe me and a baby?"
"Well she makes a decent amount, but one of us will probably have to get a job."
"Ok. I'll look for one this weekend."
"I said one of us. Not necessarily you."
"Yeah, but it's my kid. It's my responsibility. You shouldn't be forced to pay for something I did."
"Yeah, but people don't usually tend to hire pregnant teenagers. It promotes a bad image. You might not be able to find a job."
"I'll be fine."
"Let's both look this weekend. Ultimately, only one of us can get a job because there's only one car that we now share."
"That's true."
Deeks was going to answer, but he realized that the whole class and the teacher were staring at them.
"Señor Deeks y Señorita Blye, go the office. You have disrupted the class, and you're both repeat offenders." The teacher said, in English so they understood she was serious.
Kensi could feel her cheeks getting red and the backs of her eyes start to sting with tears. Damn hormones. Kensi was fairly certain that at least one other person knew she was pregnant. By the beginning of tomorrow, half the school would.
"Lo siento, Señora Gonzales." Deeks said as he and Kensi gathered their things.
The pair walked out of the classroom, and headed for the office.
"Deeks, the whole class knows I'm pregnant. By tomorrow, half the school will know. What the hell am I supposed to do?" Kensi told him, worriedly as they walked to the office.
"I don't know. It's my fault, and I'm so sorry."
"I'm not blaming you. I'm just mad at the situation."
"Maybe you should stay away from school for a few days. Maybe just so people find another rumor to worry about."
"Yeah, but I have things to do in all of my classes."
"Maybe I could pick up your homework."
"Well now you're just sounding like my boyfriend."
"I can be if you want me to." He said, completely serious.
"Ha ha, that's funny." Kensi laughed, nervously.
"I'm being serious, Kens. We've known each other for like 6 months. We do practically everything together. We see each other everyday, and you're gonna be living with me soon."
"I don't know. I mean, my life is about to change forever. Do you really want to be involved with me, for that?"
"I will already be involved. This way, we'd be happy together, and things would be slightly less awkward."
Kensi didn't answer. They had arrived at the principal's office, and she still hadn't spoken. Deeks decided not to press.
The pair was left off by the principal with a stern talking to, and a warning to not do it again. Obviously, they'd both agreed it was a giant waste of time.
"Ok."
"Ok?"
"Ok. I would love to be your girlfriend."
"Really?"
"Yes. Really."
"Ok. I promise I won't break your heart."
"I'm gonna hold you to that promise."
The new couple hugged, right in the middle of the hallway, for probably longer than they should've. They were happy, and hopeful.