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A/N- Thanks for the reviews. (: I am so sorry for the lack of updates! Gosh, I feel sooo bad! But I will make up for it by a nice long chapter. Aaand...I'd say Harper is twelve weeks at this point. Also, I googled Harper's wikipedia page and it wouldn't tell me her middle name, so I just made one up.

Enjoy, :)

---Justin's POV---

A knock on the door woke me out of my nap on the couch. I got up, rubbing my eyes and pulled the door open to reveal...Miranda.

I leaned against the door frame casually and smiled, "Hey."

Her throat cleared and she stepped inside, quickly glancing around. "Got anything to tell me?"

My stomach turned to a knot. I stammered, "Wh-what do you mean?"

She turned to face me, scoffing. "Alex and I had a nice little talk. When were you planning on telling me you knocked up Harper?"

I shut my eyes. I'm gonna kill Alex! I couldn't think of what to say to her. "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know how you could do this! Justin! You have just made the biggest mistake of your life!" She shouted; half angry, half sad.

She muttered inaudible words under her breath, then finally screamed out loud. "This is so stupid! You have your whole life ahead of you!"

"Miranda! Would you just calm down?!"

"CALM DOWN! My boyfriend of nearly two years cheated on me with his little sister's best friend! How would you react?"

"Personally, if my boyfriend..." I began, trying to lighten things up. But she demeaned. "STOP THAT! Stop trying to make everything funny! I need to leave. Just..."

"Leave?! Where are you gonna go? How long are you gonna be gone?" I rattled off questions. She looked back at me from her place at the door. "Yes. Anywhere's better than anywhere with you. And hopefully forever."

SLAM!

Momentary silence...Anger building... "ALEXANDRIA MARGARITA RUSSO!"

--Harper's POV--

I'm nervous as heck. I walked into planned parenthood shaking as I went to the counter. A black haired girl smiled up at me. "Hi hi!"

Ick. I hate cheerfulness. I faked a smile back, "Hello."

"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" She asked, setting down her magazine. "Wait, wait. You're pregnant aren't you?"

Very well spotted. What gave it away? The lump on my belly, or the insane moodswing to knock you out? I nodded, "Yes ma'am."

"Oh!" She said cheerfully. "Well congratulations! What's your name, darling?"

"Harper Elaine Finkle."

She began typing on her computer, after adjusting her reading glasses. "M'kay, now how old are you?"

"Erm, I'm sixteen." She stole a glance at me, then back to her computer screen. Clearing her throat, she spun around in the spin-chair and grabbed a stack of files. She rolled the chair back to the desk I was standing in front of, casually tapping my fingers...impatiently.

She smiled up at me through those red rims. "Alright, fill out these papers and we'll sign you up with a doctor. You can do it here, or if you'd like you can sit over there in the waiting room." She smiled, gesturing to a row of comfortable recliners in front of a fish tank.

I took her advice and went to sit down next to a redhead with a toddler in her lap. She looked horribly tired. I smiled at her in pity, then went on to fill out my papers. Let's see here...gender? Female. Status? Uh, single...technically. Contact with father/mother? Hm, vague.

"Is this your first time?" The redhead interupted me. I looked up at her, slightly chuckling. The toddler was squirming in her grasp, tugging on her pearls. I noticed she also appeared six months pregnant. I nodded, "Yes. I'm very nervous."

"Oh, I don't blame you sweetie. First time pregnancies can be rough." Her eyes rolled in pity as she swatted the toddler's hand away from her necklace. "Garret Andrews! Stop it!"

I laughed, gesturing to the toddler. "Is this your first one?"

She shook her head, "Oh heavens no. I've got three more at home. Ainsley's eight, Britney's six, Matthew's four, Garret here will be two in February, and apparently I've got twins on the way."

"Oh my..." My eyes widened. "How old are you?"

"Psh." She scoffed. "Twenty six. Young, I know. I had Ainsley fresh out of high school. Her father was some random guy my friend set me up with in Panama City during spring break. He only found out about her when she was three, and he wants absolutely nothing to do with her. It's a shame, too."

"Ah," I nodded in understandment. Her face scrunched. "Of course...Britney was a love child as well. I was at my sister's wedding in Las Vegas when I met Anthony at a casino. We had a few margaritas and Britney was born nine months later."

"And the others?" I asked curiously.

"Well," she cleared her throat, turning Garret around. "My parents stopped helping me with the girls, because by that time I was already pushing twenty-one. So, naturally, I started working as a waitress at a truck stop down by the old train station. This...good looking stranger rolled into town on his Harley, we got to talking a lot, and we were married six months later. Matthew is actually my stepson that he had from his first wife who passed away. About a year after we got married, my first planned baby was born." She leaned in, planting kisses on her son's cheek. "Say hi, Garret!"

"Hwi!" He waved childishly, then jumped off her lap and over my the fish tank. I couldn't help but ask, "And the twins?"

"Oh!" She said, placing a hand on her swollen abdomen. "David wanted a daughter, so we tried for one and got two! A boy and a girl. I'm coming here to see if they're healthy."

"Delilah Andrews?" A lady called from the office door.

She strapped her purse on her shoulder and stood up, reaching out for Garret's hand. "Hang in there, sweetie. I can already tell you'll be a wonderful mother. It was great talking to you."

I smiled, "You too." Then watched her disappear behind the office door. Sigh, back to reality...I wish Justin was here with me.

I handed the filled-out papers to the black haired girl, who I later found out was named Julia.

She smiled, typing in my information. "Okay, it looks like...your doctor will be Dr. Hara. She deals especially with pregnant teens and has a degree in psychology. She previously worked as a counselor at Robins Junior High School. You have nothing to be afraid of. Don't be nervous, yadda yadda yadda..."

I giggled and she smiled. "Take a seat and she'll be with you momentari-"

"Harper Finkle?" A blonde lady called from the door.

"Oh!" Julia laughed. "Dr. Hara, this is Harper. Harper, this is Dr. Hara. You can go with her."

Dr. Hara smiled, and led me in the back room to her office. "Have a seat, darling."

Through a moment of silence, she glanced at my files. "So tell my why you're here."

"Well," I cleared my throat. "My best friend thought it would be smart to see a doctor, but I really didn't want to see my family doctor so I came here. I've never really done this before."

She laughed, "Oh sweetheart. It's fine! I see a lot of girls your age come in here in your position. It's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of! Why, I've been there myself." She gestured to a framed photograph of a twenty year old girl on her desk. "Tell me. Do you have any concerns? Questions? Plans?"

"Well, I think something's wrong. I mean, when you're pregnant...you're not supposed to get your period, but I've been spotty lately."

"Well sometimes menstrual cycles are tricky. Your body might not be used to the sudden change so discharge of clear liquid, or just plain blood is normal when you're pregnant. However, if it becomes a recurring problem, I would suggest seeing a health doctor immediately."

This is somewhat awkward. I sighed of relief, though. "That's good. As for plans, I-I haven't really thought of anything."

"Let's start with the basics. Are you still in firm contact with the father?"

I glanced around the room. "Secretly. His parents would kill him if they knew. So would mine."

"So he knows about the baby. How long has it been since you conceived?"

"Sometime in late September I guess." I said estimately. She beamed, "Ah I see. Tell me, what is your relationship with the father?"

"Um, we're not together. See, this is sort of embarrassing, but...he's my best friend's older brother and I've had a crush on him forever! But, um, he has a girlfriend."

"What's his name?" She asked. Does she really need to know that? I quickly answered, "Justin."

Sigh. Why did I just do that?

She wrote some things down then turned back to me. "So you're sixteen. Your parents don't know? How are you keeping this a secret?"

"Well, I'm wearing very thick clothes and I spend as much time as possible away from my them." I answered honestly. She laughed in a scoff, "Well...think about it. You're what, three months along? You'll become bigger as time goes on! They're going to notice, Harper."

"I know." I looked down, playing with my fingernails. "I'll tell them! I will. I just...want Justin with me when I do that."

"The truth has to come out sooner or later. Here..." She handed me some brochures. "These are for emergency medical assistance, um, there's several hotline numbers in here, and should I not be available you can always turn to Julia's father, Dr. Partman. He's a guy, so it might be a tad awkward, but he's been doing this thirty years. I assure you he knows what he's doing."

I nodded and smiled. Let's hope this works.

---Justin's POV---

"Alex!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, pounding into her bedroom. She had her cell phone pressed to her ear, "Ugh, I'll call you back Riley. Bye."

"What the hell? Why did you tell Miranda?!" I screamed. She rolled her eyes, "Because it's not fair to Harper! You basically have two girlfriends!"

"I never said Harper was my girlfriend." I said, running my hand through my hair. She folded her arms, "Do you love her?"

"What? No!" My eyes narrowed. "She's like my sister!"

"Oh, so you normally fuck your sisters?" She caught herself, and backed away. "Okay...ew."

I rolled my eyes, "Look. That night was a mistake that should have never happened! I don't even know what happened!"

She glanced around, "You need to talk to Harper. I mean, a real talk. About what happened, about what's gonna happen."

"What are you saying?" I asked curiously.

"Just do it."

Ugh...

---Harper's POV---

I woke up the next morning feeling, of course, sick. But not in the throw up way. The "I don't feel so good" way.

I walked downstairs in my huge tshirt and kissed mommy on the cheek. She looked up at me from the counter. "Harper...I found these in your purse."

She held up the brochures from yesterday and my heart sank. I gulped and snatched them out of her hand, "Why were you going through my stuff?!"

"Harper...are you pregnant?"

I looked at her, astonished. "I-"

"Tell me the truth, young lady. No more lying!"

My eyes closed, the room's spinning, "M-mom...?", Can't breathe...everything going dark...

A/N- o.O YIKES! Harper passed out. Could it be the baby? Or...shock? Hm, guess you'll find out soon! :)