Author's Note: Some people believe that I am not using my own ideas for this story. Let me a sure you, I am. I may have used a few lines from the episode Turkey(season eleven) however this is a fan fiction and people do this a lot without siting their sources. I would like to point out some of the major differences between my story and the episode. My story takes place way after Thanksgiving and Ruthie never finds out she's pregnant, in fact she was still very much a virgin. Martin doesn't have those feelings for Ruthie until the next season and Ruthie continues to talk to Martin in the actual series. My story takes place just before and after Sandy has Aaron and Ruthie doesn't "run away" to Mary's place in Chicago. The Camdens never visit Mary in Chicago in the TV show. Please do not review saying that I am not using my own ideas for this story. I can understand that you may be upset that I am using some of the lines, however I hope you can understand as fellow writers why it may hurt me by saying that I don't come up with me own ideas.

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Alice

Chapter Three

One Month Later (May)

Ruthie never in her whole life thought this would happen to her, and yet it did. She was waiting for the stupid test to give her the truth, was she or was she not pregnant? She played with her options. She could either terminate the pregnancy, never letting anyone find out, or she could have the baby, at sixteen. She could raise the baby, if she decided to keep it, or she could give it up for adoption. She looked down at the test. It was positive. Great. Just great, she thought, I'm pregnant. Martin's the father. He's having a baby with Sandy. And I don't have any idea what to do. But she did know what she couldn't do; she couldn't tell her parents.

She had one of her few friends go into the pharmacy to get test to begin with, taking extra care to make sure no one knew the test was for her.

Sandy was due any day now and Martin was working extra hard to get a scout to get him to the minor leagues. But it's not like she ever talked to him anymore. She still hadn't forgiven him for not telling her sooner about Sandy. She wasn't even sure she wanted him to know about this child. I could do this myself. She thought to herself. I'll just call Mary and ask her if I could live with her during the summer and next school year. I won't be showing until about July anyway and I only have two weeks left before this year is over. I can make this work.

She wasn't positive of her plan though. For one thing, Mary had to agree to take her in and know that she was pregnant. Then she had to have Mary swear not to tell anyone, especially not their parents. Then she would have to get her parents to agree, which shouldn't be to hard. All she'd have to say was it would be better for her in the long run. She had to get over Martin and she couldn't do that with him around all the time, so it would be better to leave to get on with her life. Finally, there was Martin.

Martin.

She'd have to tell him she was leaving. It was only fair to him. She knew that he wanted her to understand why he couldn't tell her sooner. She knew he hadn't wanted to hurt her, but he had. She wanted so badly to forgive him, to be in his arms again, but she couldn't. He had broken her heart and no matter how many times he apologized to her, it didn't help. Every time he did, it just reminded her of what he had done to her.

Of course, that didn't mean that he'd given up. Everyday Martin tried to talk to her. He'd text her every hour, called her every half hour. She never answered though. No matter how much he tried, she wouldn't even look at him. Not that he blamed her. He hated himself for causing her this much pain. But every time she ignored him, his heart broke even more.

He wished there was some way he could fix this. Some way to take away her pain. But there wasn't and that was just something he had to learn to live with.