My name is Daniel Fenton. I'm fifteen years old, I'm a half-ghost hybrid who got his girlfriend pregnant. Danny put his pencil down and winced. This was a good start to a Journal. I mean, weren't journals supposed to be therapeutic? He put his head on his desk, and closed his eyes. There was a never-ending pit of guilt growing in his stomach. He felt nauseous and nervous. He didn't want tell Sam and Tucker, hell he didn't even want to face them. Then there was Jazz, pretty much the best sister anyone could ask for. Is she going to be angry and disappointed, or even ashamed? There was too many thoughts going in his head, he needed to write them down.

"Danny, it's time for school!" He sighed and lifted his head. So much for writing his thoughts down. He looked at his door, sweat started to trickle. His mother's voice echoed in his ears. His heart felt like it skipped a beat. He felt so pathetic and vulnerable. Danny took a deep breath, and headed downstairs. He could face her. She didn't know yet. If she noticed he looked like an emotional wreck he could say he was tired. Which was true. He'd been up all night anyways. Some damn ghost escaped, but it was a good distraction. He needed these fights to get his mind off certain things. He went downstairs and headed right for the table. He wasn't hungry, so he just grabbed a granola bar to seem like everything was alright.

"Aw, Danny I made pancakes. Don't you want any?" His mom smiled, waving her spatula hopefully to convince. He shook his head. She seemed so happy, and he was going to ruin it. He almost grimaced.

"No mom, sorry, going to be late. I'll see you later." He was out of kitchen in a flash, he couldn't face her anymore. She just sighed and shook her head. "Jack will eat these," She muttered, then flashing a small smile hearing the front door close.

"Danny, is everything alright?" The young man looked up and gave a weak smile. He'd been distracted all day. Now at the lunch hour, he thought he could finally let his thoughts free. Danny looked at all the other teenagers laughing and smiling with their significant others . Valerie was absent today, Sam and Tucker thought nothing of it. He knew why. It made him sick to his stomach.

"Of course it is, why wouldn't it be?" Sam raised her eyebrow curiously and pointed her fork over to his untouched food.

"For a guy who's usually starving at this time of day," She began, "It's kind of concerning. Is it Dash again, Skulker, or more likely Valerie?" Danny visibly paled at the mention of Valerie. It wasn't her that was bothering him of course, but what was inside her that was. Danny shook his head and smiled nervously.

"No, everything's okay. I'm just tired that's all." He couldn't tell them yet, as much as he wanted to. There was so much shame and embarrassment wracked inside him. It felt constricting. He hated keeping secrets from his best friends, as well as his family.

"I'm not convinced," She sighed.

"C'mon Danny, we're your best friends," Tucker chimed in with a mouthful of food, "The least you can do is tell us what's wrong." Danny looked down. He can't do this on his own, but he can't tell his friends just yet. He needed time to let this sink in.

"You're right," He admitted, "And I'm sorry. I'll tell you later tonight, I promise." He stood up and put his untouched food in the trash. "I'm going to go, I need some air." Sam looked startled.

"You're ditching class, for no reason? Danny this isn't like you." He nodded

"I know," He looked up to the sky, feeling lost, "I told you, I'll tell you tonight okay? But now I need some space." He started walking away.

"Lancer is going to kill you!" Shouted Tucker. He nodded to himself, feeling slightly accomplished however more guilty than ever.

Valerie laid on her bed, arms and legs spread wide. She looked up at the familiar white ceiling and frowned. She faked an illness, nothing too suspicious, her dad just nodded and went to work. She wondered if Danny felt the same way, guilty. "At least he doesn't have to worry about keeping up with a secret identity", she grimaced. Outrage and frustration were building up inside of her. She was so angry with her choices, with Danny, with life, and mostly, herself. She can't fight ghosts pregnant or with a child to look after for. School was already a living hell, she didn't even know if she could graduate.

What does Danny think of this? They haven't talked since yesterday, when she found out she was expecting. He seemed alright, but was he?

"Maybe he doesn't even care," She muttered. She looked at her phone, no new messages, and dropped back down on the bed. No, this was Danny Fenton. The most caring, affectionate, passionate -her cheeks darkened as she put those thoughts aside. Those actions are what brought them into this mess today. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else. Then, there was a knock on the door. Her eyes widened.

"Valerie?" The muffled sound of her boyfriends voice echoed in the house. She sighed in relief. It was Danny. She went over and opened the door.

"Jesus Christ Danny," She said irritably, "You almost gave me a heart-attack, I thought you were my dad." Danny rolled his eyes and stepped inside the apartment. Her stomach felt sick when she saw him, he looked like a wreck.

"I gave you the heart-attack? Where were you at school today Val? I was worried, you could have gave me a heads up." She looked down.

"Sorry," She whispered. "I didn't want to talk to anyone today. I just wanted to be left alone with my thoughts." He nodded.

"Believe me, I know the feeling." He paused, and swallowed. Valerie looked up at him.

"Is this why you came here? To lecture me?" He shook his head.

"No, I-" His voice got caught in his throat. He didn't want to do this. "I want to tell Sam and Tucker." She looked up, eyes widened.

"Are you kidding Danny?" She cried, "We can't tell anyone, not yet."

"Why not Valerie? It's going to come out sooner or later. I know, you're overwhelmed with guilt. So am I. But we have to tell someone or I'm going to go insane. I'm not going to tell my parents yet, that can wait. I don't want to see their disappointed faces just yet." She nodded. She felt her throat close, and her face get red.

"I-I'm so scared." Danny put his arms around her back while she silently crying into his shirt.

"Me too Val," He said shaking, "I wish this turned out different. I really do." She got out of his arms and wiped her face.

"When are you going to tell them?" Danny chuckled sheepishly, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Tonight?" He smiled weakly.

"Wonderful notice." She laughed. Small smiles were shared between them. "Do you want me to be there with you?" He shook his head.

"No, I have to do this on my own." He said confidently. She nodded, and understood. As he left, she sat on her couch and watched the door. Nine months, she thought. Nine months until a new life is born, and two ordinary people are now parents. Could she handle this? Could Danny handle this?

No, she thought. Probably not.