"Stop forcing me to go!" Lucy screamed angrily, crossing her … well she would have crossed her arms if she'd been able.

"Luce, you need to go shopping." Annie pleaded with her.

"No"

"Come on!" she screamed, grabbing her daughter's hands and attempting to yank her upwards. Unfortunately, Lucy's combination of strength and weight resulted in Annie being pulled down next to her.

"I'm not going shopping."

"You used to love shopping!" Annie exclaimed.

"Why can't I just wear your old clothes?"

"You and I have different builds. You're smaller than I am anyways" Annie pointed out, standing again.

"Why does that matter?" Lucy shrugged, "I never leave the house anyways."

"Wouldn't you like to have something that fits?" Annie asked hopelessly.

"It'll just outgrow me in a couple of weeks anyways."

"Fine." Annie caved, stalking out of the room, "it's your comfort. Don't come crying to me when you have nothing that fits."

'I won't!" she called after her, flipping the TV to the news.

"And in recent news the number of teenage pregnancies has skyrocketed, mainly-"

Lucy jabbed the "off" button, deciding to find Mary. She hadn't done anything with Mary in a while. Stepping into the kitchen, she heard the steady dribble of a basketball. Quickly, she crossed the kitchen and onto the porch. "Here!" she called; ducking under Mary's arm Simon passed her the ball. Lucy dribbled a few times before sending it neatly into the basket, where Mary caught it.

"You can watch" she growled, backing up for a check.

"But I want to play" Lucy whined.

"You can't play" Mary said, bounce-passing Simon the ball.

"If this is because of the baby, I'm supposed to get exercise-"

"No duh it's about the baby" Mary growled, receiving the ball and placing it protectively under her arm to glare at Lucy, "you can't play like that. Plus, you have a broken arm. Just sit back and watch TV like a good girl."

"TV's boring."

"Too bad" whatever Lucy tried to do, Mary ignored her, bouncing the ball around Simon to shoot. Lucy turned her back, ready to storm into the kitchen when the sound of her parent's voice in the middle of an argument stopped her.

"She needs help" Annie whined.

"We can't afford help" Eric pointed out.

"She's in denial Eric. You can't imagine the strength this'll take for her, and if she denies that it's even happening it'll make everything ten times worse."

"I know."

"Then we have to do something."

"We can't afford much"

"What about those birthing classes? Doesn't the hospital give them for free? I could be her partner, or Mary, or whomever she wants."

"I don't see how-"

"It'll make it more real for her. It could work! And shouldn't there be a group for this at the church?"

"Well, we kind of spent the money that was going to go towards it." Eric answered sheepishly, "well, look at that. Better start on that sermon." His shoes clopped towards the door as he left. Lucy waited a second before taking a deep breath and entering the kitchen. It was empty. Confused, but not wanting to talk to her parents, she quickly grabbed a bag of pretzels, grabbed the clicker, and carefully plopped onto the fluffy couch. Sometimes, TV was better than family.