It was the day before her third doctor's appointment, Steph thought it would be the right time to tell Paul everything, she just didn't know how. She was hiding everything from him in her second bedroom. She had all kinds of vitamins and pamphlets in there, and knew he would never find out. She was 10 weeks along, it was time he knew before he just figured it out when she started to gain weight, and then be mad that she didn't tell him.

She dialed his phone number and waited as it started to ring, then he answered, "hello?" He sounded surprised, "hey, I'm kinda in a meeting right now, is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine. I just really need to talk to you. And it's really important." She sighed, "but you can call me when your meeting is over, and I can talk to you then. It's okay."

"Are you sure? I mean, I could get out of this for you. Just tell me you need me to come home and I will." He was whispering, "hold on, let me just get out of here." The phone went silent.

She waited with her phone stuck to her ear, she wanted him to come home right now, but she didn't want it to be because she needed to tell him she was pregnant. She wished there was an easier way to just come out and say it.

"Babe?" He brought her out of her daze, "so, I tried, but these people are trying to blame me for something that happened in fuckin' Alabama. Are you sure everything is alright? It sounds like something's wrong."

"Paul, I want to tell you in person, but I can't." She exhaled and closed her eyes, "I'm pregnant. And I have been for two and a half months."

Both lines were silent, nobody knew what to say. The longer the silence lasted, the more awkward it got, "you're pregnant? Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. I've been to two doctor's appointments already. I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant." She wiped her eyes, "I want you to come to my third."

"You've known about this for how long, and didn't tell me earlier?" He sounded upset, "I'm not talking about this now, we can talk later." He just hung up, without even saying goodbye.

"Fuck." She threw her phone on the ground and put her head in her hands. She was mad at herself for lying and saying she was on the pill, if she would have said no, none of this would be happening. She picked herself up and slowly walked towards her bedroom, then plopped herself onto her bed. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, crying. Tears streamed down past her ears and into her hair while she tried to think about what Paul was gonna say to her later on.

Paul slammed the front door and threw his jacket on the kitchen table, "Stephanie?" He yelled out, but didn't get an answer. He stomped down the hallway and into her bedroom, not expecting to find her fast asleep. He looked at her and sighed, he couldn't wake her up now, he would rather wait until she woke up on her own to talk to her.

He turned around and closed her door behind him. He went to her fridge and grabbed everything to make a sandwich, then sat at the table.

"Hi." Stephanie stood in the hallway opening, "when did you get here?" She didn't move, just continued to stand against the wall.

He looked up at her, not even the slightest smile or turn in his lips, "a few minutes ago. You must've heard me." He spread mayonnaise on a piece of bread in silence.

She didn't want to be the one to bring anything up. She really wanted him to say something about her being pregnant, in hopes that maybe he wouldn't, "what was the meeting about? What happened in Alabama?"

He put the bread and the butter knife down and bit his lip, "I don't think you need to be worrying about that right now. We both know what we need to be discussing."

She nodded and sat down across from him, "so I'm pregnant." She watched him put ham on his bread, "I don't know what to do."

"Well you've had two doctors appointments, I think you should know what to do." He sliced a piece of cheese and put it on top of his sandwich, followed by lettuce.

"Now isn't the time to be a fuckin' asshole, okay?" She sighed, not believing what she'd just said, "I don't want to talk to you if you're gonna be mean about it."

He sat back in the chair and nodded, "alright, I'm sorry. I'm just kinda mad that you're telling me now and not when you found out, whenever that was."

"That day you met Candace, the reason she was acting all weird and suspicious was because I had taken a test that day, and it came up positive. But I couldn't say anything because I had to take another one for backup. But she knows, I told her cause she's my best friend, and I need to be able to tell her everything."

"Before telling me? She's not the father, I am. And I didn't get to know until now." His words stuck in her head, he wasn't upset because she was pregnant, he was upset that he didn't get to know sooner.

"My sister Melanie found out too. She came over and saw the tests, I didn't have time to hide them. I didn't really want her to know yet. I wanted to tell her after the more important people, like you, and maybe my parents."

"Well what if we just do away with it and nobody has to know, you can tell Candace and your sister that it wasn't the time."

"No." She shook her head, "if anything, we can put it up for adoption, that or I keep it, nothing else." She crossed her arms, "I'm not doing 'that'."

They stared at each other for a few seconds, "alright, well, I don't know what we're gonna do." He looked down and started to eat his sandwich in silence.

She watched him, "so do you want to come with me to my next doctor's appointment? I really want you to." She leaned on the table, "please?"

"I don't know." He kept looking down, "this is all just not right Stephanie. I don't know what to do, I'm confused." He suddenly shot her a glare, "wait a second, you told me you were on the pill, how are you pregnant?"

"I lied." She started crying, "this didn't go through my mind that night, okay? I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't have said I was."

"I should have just gone to the store for condoms. It's my fault too." He put his head in his hand, "damnit, what do we do?"

"I don't know." She wiped her face, "are we gonna tell people or what? Like, can I tell my parents?"

He shrugged, "well you can't keep it a secret, I would have to tell my parents too, or they'd be pissed if they found out from anyone but me."