Disclaimer: If I owned One Piece, it would probably be screwed up. So, no. I don't own it. I don't think I even want to.

Warnings: Awkward intro and a failed try to explain pregnancy (the part italicized). Also, a bit of paraphrasing My Immortal. Cookies for you if you catch it. After that- present tense and way too many times of saying that the girl isn't stupid. Well, she isn't.

Oneshot 4

Gestation

When a mommy and a daddy love each other very very much and think they are responsible enough, they decide that they want a baby.

Having a baby is a very serious responsibility. You have to raise him, care for him and be responsible for his actions. But, before you raise him, you have to make him. The process is short and long at the same time- everything is relative. The process can be crudely described as the moment when the boy puts his thingie into the girls you-know-what when the girl can get pregnant and they do it and it is mostly perceived as the nine months while the baby is in the mommy's womb.

But, although in theory making a child is a responsibility of two, there are and have been a lot of cases when the mother becomes pregnant by accident, and in some of these cases the father doesn't get involved with the child.

There are quite a few teenage pregnancies where the father of the baby doesn't take the responsibility of the child for some reason, more often than not because he doesn't think that he is responsible.

It doesn't mean that the guy is someone who is always guilty, but both of the persons who have made love are responsible. There is no such a thing as a 100% safe contraception. If someone decides to make love, he or she should know that there always is a chance of the woman getting pregnant.

That's where we find Lisa. She is sitting on the toilet seat and staring at the little pink plus sign. Crying. Yes, she is crying. And not from the happiness at finding out that she is carrying a new life. Far from it.

Lisa is a teenager, she is only fifteen years old. She is a honors student- she gets straight A's and has never been rebellious. She had never drank alcohol and never has used drugs or smoked pot. Lisa is mildly popular- she isn't her school's queen, but she has a lot of friends.

Lisa is her daddy's perfect little girl- his only daughter, his only child. Her mother died at childbirth and dad had been single father ever since. Her room is filled to brim with books, plushies and photos of her friends and family- distant cousins, uncles and aunts, her deceased grandparents.

The teenager is a nice and honest person.

Lisa went to a party about month ago. She usually doesn't go to parties, but her friend Alice had been bugging her about how she had to 'let her hair loose once in a while' and 'live a little'. The teenager knew what kind of parties her friend fancied, and she didn't really want to go, but Alice had somehow convinced her and even her father, so she went to the party and 'had fun'.

Lisa doesn't remember what happened- all she knows is that she woke up with a major hangover and a black hole where her memories of the last nigh should be.

Lisa isn't stupid, even if a little naive. She didn't tell her dad that she didn't remember what happened. Even if her dad isn't strict, he still has things he would find unacceptable, like her being so drunk that she doesn't remember anything.

Lisa isn't stupid, but she has no idea what to do. She loves her dad, and she likes her life the way it is- the way it was. She wanted to get pregnant and have a big family, yes, but she wanted it after getting married and finishing university.

And there she is, crying. Sitting on the toilet seat in her home and slowly becoming hysterical. She hates Alice, she hates her life, she hates the boy who did it even if she has no idea who he is. Lisa hates the thing inside her. She doesn't want to admit it, because that is not the way she was raised, but heck if she was raised to become a teenage mother! Lisa isn't stupid- no matter how much MTV glorified maternity as a teenager, it wasn't, isn't how she wants to spend her life. And a little part of her, the subconscious one, is afraid of dying. Dying like her mother did.

But, in the irrational way the feelings work, the worst part of it all is that she is affraid to go and speak with her father. Lisa knows her Dad places his immense trust in her and she has always been honest to him, and he shouldn't be angry if she is honest... but she... she is affraid. And she feels like she has betrayed him. No, she knows she has betrayed him.

Lisa is fifteen years old and pregnant. And she wishes, wishes with all her heart trough her heart breaking sobs to be away, to not to have to face what will happen.

But Lisa isn't stupid. She calms down, dries her tears and blows her nose in the toilet paper. Lisa will face whatever comes. Because at seven p.m. her dad will be home and even if she hates it, she loves the tiny life in her body. And she'll await him with dinner and speak with him truthfully.

Lisa stands up, opens the toilet's door, steps out to face the world...

And freezes in confusion when understands that she isn't in her home anymore.

Lisa looks back at the open door and the handle she is still holding and sees that her toilet's door... well, isn't her toilet's door anymore. It is a door to a toilet, alright, but is of different colour and material and the toilet obviously isn't hers; it looks like a toilet in a restaurant or some public place.

And there is a boy with yellow hair cleaning the toilet floor.

The only yellow haired guy Lisa knows is her classmate Jimmy and this boy is no Jimmy. And Lisa is absolutely sure she hasn't met this guy. How could she forget that kind of eyebrow?

AN

Well, that was a bit dramatic. And angst-y. I wonder if you understood who is that yellow haired guy (ha).

I have always wanted to write a fic about a pregnant girl, but I'm pretty sure I would give up after a few chapters. It would require way too much research and I'm way too lazy. And I don't have the drive for it.

As for it being Sanji who she saw first- I haven't mentioned his age. I think it would be really fun to read a fic that explains why Sanji is such a gentleman.

I'm amazed by the amount of views. I was out of the town for my big brothers b-day after uploading the last chapter, so when I got back Tuesday late evening I was like O.O.

Right now I have 167 views, 90 visitors, 1 follower (Thanks UnluckyStar112 for being the first one!) and 2 new reviews thanks to MockerDelight and luffykotheeevee.

Next time: Flushed. Yes, yes it is exactly what you think it is. Probably.

17/08/12 around 15:15

Concrit and your thoughts are hugged and treated with care.

Thanks for reading!

On a side note, I've turned my little brother! He is reading OP and is somewhere around the Arlong Park arc.

Also, stuff has happened. I bought books, re-discovered Hetalia and got next week free from doing sports. Ah, it's a paradise.