Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: T
Word Count: 632
Characters/Pairings: Carol/Bikky
Warnings: Mature themes
Spoilers: Up through the fourth book
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: A second piece, somewhat companion-like to the previous one. Carol's about nineteen, so Bikky's about sixteen.
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"Baby, there's something I have to tell you," Carol confessed, looking up at Bikky. The two of them were lying in one another's embrace in his room, clothes on (this time) and just enjoying being close to one another.
"Hmn?" came the somewhat sleepy reply from her lover.
"I'm... Bikky, I'm late."
Blue eyes opened to look at her seriously. "How late?"
"About a week," she replied, her face turning downwards. "It's happened before, but this is the first time it's happened since we've been sleeping together. It might be nothing, but I thought you should know."
She could feel his gaze on her, and her face flushed with embarassement. "We can take care of it, if I am."
"Do you want to?" came the soft reply, and she looked up into his face again. "Carol, I told you when we first began having sex. If anything happened as a result of this, we'd agree on a way to take care of the situation." One large, cafe au lait colored hand rested on her abdomen.
"But primarily, it's your body. If you want to abort it, I'll help pay for it. If you want to give it up for adoption, I'll sign the papers." He brushed his lips against her forehead. "And if you want to keep it, I'll help you."
Carol felt tears pricking her eyes, and she buried her face in his shoulder. "I can't let you give up your life like that. It would be selfish."
He pulled her away, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he smiled down at her. "We'll take whatever comes at us together, okay? I'm not going to leave you for something silly like you carrying my child." He leaned down and licked a tear streaking down her cheek away.
"Tomorrow we'll go down to the free clinic and get a test done, okay"
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Bikky
got into an argument with the nurse over if he was allowed into the
room for the test results, but the doctor had eventually allowed him in
once Carol told him that Bikky was most likely the father if she was
pregnant. The two lovers had sat in the sterile room, hands linked as
they answered every question the doctor threw at them to the best of
their knowledge.
When the older man left to get the test results, Bikky leaned over to kiss Carol. "I love you, no matter what."
Carol smiled back. "If it comes back positive, I'm going to abort it."
"Are you sure?"
Carol nodded, her eyes sad. "It's the best option that I can see. Neither one of us is ready for a baby, and I know I'll never be able to give up your child."
Bikky smiled sadly back at her. "And I'll be there to hold your hand." He kissed the back of her pale hand. "We're in this together."
At that moment, the doctor came in, quietly shutting
the door behind him before turning his attention to the two teenagers
before him. "Congratulations, kids"
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Doctor Fitzgerald watched
the two teenaged lovers he had just seen walk out the door of the free
clinic. The boy lifted the girl up, spinning her around and smiling at
her, watching her silver-blonde hair catch the sun.
"I take it they got some good news," his nurse said, putting away Carol's file.
"You know I can't answer that," the doctor replied, smiling at his nurse. "I can tell you that is one lucky woman, though."
The nurse laughed. "I thought her boyfriend was gonna bite my head off."
"He might have," Fitzgerald joked back, and the nurse frowned at him. "He really loves her."
"I could have told you that," the nurse shot back. "Woman's intuition."
Fitzgerald laughed. "Who's our next patient?"
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