Chapter 6

*Ally's POV*

I stared at Jimmy with a worried expression. Waiting for what was to come. I was scared but unsure about why he seemed upset. The way he'd demanded Pamela to leave. Now he stood there, a grimace on his face. I inhaled deeply and waited.

"I'm not happy with what I've been hearing," Jimmy began. Austin and I turned to look at each other. He had the same worried expression that I did. We turned back to Jimmy. "I've been hearing that you two are expecting a baby." There was silence. "Is that true?" More silence.

"Uhh," I started. Austin looked at me, wide-eyed, subtly shaking his head. But I couldn't lie to Jimmy. "Yes."

Jimmy scowled and said, "You know what this means?"

"That you want to be the godfather?" Austin asked.

"I thought Trish and whoever her husband is going to be were going to be the godparents," I said.

"But, maybe-"

"Enough!" Jimmy interrupted. "That's not why I'm here!"

"Then, why are you here?" I asked, nervously. Austin swallowed.

"Because, having a baby is irresponsible," Jimmy said. "Both of you are known as role models for teenagers. Now, teenage irresponsibility is a factor and you aren't being very good role models."

"It's our life!" Austin complained. "Why should what we do affect the lives of others?"

"Because you're popstars!" Jimmy exclaimed. "If you wanted to have your own, private life, you should've never become famous! Now fix this! Fix this right now!"

*Austin's POV*

Fix it? How could we fix it? All I could think of after Jimmy left was having to get an abortion. I didn't want Ally to get an abortion! I wanted to be a dad! We stood in silence for a few minutes, thinking.

"Ally, I don't want you to get an abortion," I said, trying not to cry. "I want our baby, I don't want to give him or her up." I couldn't hold back my tears. I felt sobs take over my body and tears pouring down my face.

"Don't worry, Austin, I would never," Ally told me. "Don't cry." She hugged me.

"I guess...the pressure...was building up...and I had to let it out," I managed, between sobs.

"It's okay," she said, hugging me tighter. "We'll just have to think of something." Ally wiped the tears from my face and gently kissed me. I steadied my breathing. Trish came back inside after getting all the reporters to leave.

"What did Jimmy have to say?" she asked, scowling and knowing it obviously couldn't be good.

*Trish's POV*

I saw Austin's face was red, as if he'd just been crying.

"What's wrong, Austin?" I asked.

"He was worked up because he thought Jimmy would make us get an abortion," Ally told me.

"Jimmy can't make you do anything that has nothing to do with your music career," I said. "I've read both of your contracts, unless this baby is going to affect your careers in the sense that it will go against your contracts, which I don't see how it could, Jimmy has no authority over the child."

"But he told us to 'fix it'," Austin finally said. I was confused.

"What he means is, Jimmy said that if we're going to have a baby, it looks bad on us as role models for today's youth," Ally further explained. "He thinks our 'teenage irresponsibillity' will look bad for us and him professionally."

"Oh," I said. It was quiet for a few seconds.

"Maybe we could just not let anyone know we're having a baby," Austin suggested.

"Austin, people will find out eventually," Ally said. "I'll start to show after a few months, and even after that we can't just hide the child. We obviously need him or her to be born in a hospital, and then the hospital staff will know. Also, how about when he or she has to start school? We can't just let the child grow up in the confines of their own home."

"That is true," I agreed. Austin nodded, a reluctant expression on his face.

"I guess we'll figure something out," Ally said. With that, we got to work thinking about ideas on how to deal with this issue.