Kitty brushed her bangs behind her ear. Her hair was damp from her tears. She hadn't stopped crying since she'd found out she was pregnant. She hadn't expected Lance's response last night to be like that. Sure, she had figured he wouldn't be happy, hell, she wasn't even happy with this, but still.
"Lance, are you sure?" she whispered to herself trying to boost her confidence. They hadn't talked since last night, when she'd told him and he'd responded by saying he didn't want the baby and would drive her to the abortion clinic if she asked. She'd hung up on him after that. Now she was standing outside the Brotherhood house, she had to talk to him, change his mind. She didn't bother knocking, just phased right through the door.
"Lance is upstairs," Fred said seeing Kitty and then turning his attention back to the TV, which was playing some over watched soap opera.
"Like, um thanks," Kitty replied walking up the stairs slowly, partially in fear and partially because she really wanted to turn around, go home, and pretend none of this was happening to her.
"Lance?" she whispered phasing into his room biting her lip. Lance was lying at the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Kitty? What are you doing here!"
"I like think we need to like talk about like last night." Lance stood up and walked over to Kitty wrapping his arms around her.
"Oh, Kitty, I'm sorry about last night. I was scared, not thinking straight. What you do is up to you," he said quickly as if trying to get all the words out of his mouth at once.
"Lance?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm like gonna like keep the baby."
"Alright, and I'll be right here. I'm not going to make you go through this alone," Lance promised holding Kitty close, the smile on her face telling him he was making the right decision