A/N: Ok, I said that I'd continue this story, even though I'd originally planned for it to be a oneshot. Now I know this story is probably a very well worn one, but I thought that I'd run with it for now until I can think of something else to throw into the mix.
Enjoy! and please review, especially those who requested that I continue my story, I'd really like to know what you think.
Two months, two weeks, three days, twelve hours, and fifteen minutes. That's how long Andie had been seeing Blake, and that time had been the happiest in her life. She hated the fact that they had to hide their relationship from everyone, but she wouldn't give up what they had for the world.
She smiled to herself as she made her way down the corridor to her locker. She had another lesson with Blake after school, which she naturally couldn't wait for. She dumped her books in her locker and grabbed her dance gear. Quickly she walked to the change rooms where she swapped her normal clothing for dance suitable clothes.
Within minutes she entered the dance studio. Taking her usual place in the back she smiled as she watched him enter the room. He walked with such an air of authority that she couldn't help but giggle at the memory of him taking 'orders' from her not two days ago.
"Good morning class," Blake said in his normal class voice. As he proceeded to explain the lesson Andie couldn't help but try to imagine what would happen in their next 'lesson'. She didn't hear a word he said but simply followed the class as they stood up. The moment she stood she knew something was wrong. Her head spun, her vision blurred, and her stomach churned. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she felt her stomach give up its contents. Pushing through the students she ran from the room and into the nearest bathroom.
Blake watched with a worried expression as Andie ran out of the room with her hand over her mouth. She'd been looking fine all morning so he concluded that it must simply be a bug, he'd heard that there were a few going around. He stared at the door for a moment before turning his attention back to the waiting class.
Andie burst through the door of the first cubicle just in time. She couldn't hold it any longer. She leaned over the toilet and wretched. She didn't understand why she was feeling so sick, she hadn't eaten anything bad recently, and as far as she knew she hadn't caught anything.
She held her hair behind her with one hand as her stomach gave up its contents. She sat down against the cubicle wall when the nausea subsided. She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped her mouth. She closed her eyes when another wave of nausea hit her. This time she beat it. She pulled her knees up in front of her and placed her head between them.
She tried to remember the last time she had felt like this, and her result; never. Sure she'd thrown up once or twice but it felt nothing like this. Every time she went to move away from the toilet the nausea swept over her again. Suddenly she thought about what time it was, what the date was. Then it hit her. Suddenly she knew what was wrong. She knew that there were some things that she would have to do to find out for certain but she still had a fair idea. She was pregnant and there was absolutely no doubt who the father was.
Andie walked slowly up the corridor. She knew that she should go back to class but she didn't know if she could handle seeing him right now. If she really was pregnant then this would seriously change her life. It wasn't as though she didn't want children one day, she did. Just not when she was only seventeen. As she walked through the silent corridors she thought about Blake and how he would handle the news. He was risking enough to simply be with her, to have a child with a student would guarantee him a gaol sentence, not to mention loss of his career.
She felt tears prick her eyes as she imagined all the different scenarios regarding his reaction. She imagined him yelling at her for getting into this predicament, for not being careful enough. She pictured him just walking away from her, refusing to admit anything. But the one she tried hardest to focus on was the one in which she told him he was going to be a father and he smiled and pulled her into a loving embrace telling her that this was what he had always wanted. When she thought about these possible reactions she found the third, or her dream reaction, to be most likely the furthest from reality.
She wiped the tears from her eyes when she heard footsteps then the sound of doors being opened. She knew that she had to tell him, that he needed to know, but she wasn't positive she was pregnant. All she had to go on was her nausea, slightly over emotional state, and the fact that she was several weeks late. How she could not have noticed earlier that she was late was beyond her. All she knew was she was late and there was a serious possibility that she was pregnant. She knew what she had to do.