Lincoln
I woke up to Lynn poking at my sides.
"Lincoln…." She called out.
"Y-yeah? What's going on, Lynn?" I asked.
"I need to tell you something... very important." I was still half asleep, but her seriousness made me shake my head and sit up on the bed. My eyes
widened.
"Okay. What?" I said. She fidgeted with her hands and the bottom of her shirt.
"I…uh…I" she stumbled for the right words. I smiled and took her hands. "It's ok Lynn. Tell me what's going on" I said trying to act strong when in
reality, I was just as nervous, waiting to see if what I thought was going on, was going on. She took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip.
"...I'm pregnant." Tears began to run down her already red eyes. She grabbed onto me for a powerful hug. My heart pounded, but I tried to remain
calm.
"Oh..." My heart just kept going faster and faster.
"Yeah." She said. I still spoke calmly despite my inner crisis. It was a proper panic attack at this point. 'NO!' I thought. I knew I had to be her rock
right now.
"So, what are we going to do now?" I asked her. She held me as she buried her head in my chest.
"I w-wanna keep him, Linc! We'll have someone adopt when it's time, but... I want to have our child! I-I-Is that okay!?" she asked gasping for air
from her crying. My chest was hurting bad and my breathing became more erratic. Regardless, I smiled.
"Yes, Lynn. I-It's okay. And I'll be here for you. I promise." I said. She kissed me as I grabbed her left cheek. She braked away from the kiss and
said the three words I had planned to tell her all month.
"I love you," she whispered. This wasn't the type of 'I love you' that you tell your mom or sibling. No. this was the 'I love you' that was different
and saved for someone special. My heart stopped. It literally stopped beating for an entire two seconds. I couldn't help but cry now as well.
"I love you too Lynn. This'll all work out." We held each other on the bed for hours. Eventually, the sunrise peeked through the window, bunching off
Lynn's face as I looked at her. She wore a smile. It was at that moment that I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman. And
she wasn't just a woman because she lost her virginity; she was one because she was now a mother.
2 Months later
"Moring." I kissed Lynn on the cheek in an attempt to wake her. She groaned and squirmed around. She was sideways on my bed, trapped in my
embrace. I moved my arms away from her, sitting up on the bed. My voice was still raspy and tired. "What can I get ya?" She slowly opened her
tired eyes. Lynn's face filled with joy. Sleepy, sleepy joy.
"Mornin' Linc. I think I'm feeling French toast again." I sighed.
"You can't just eat carbs. You need some meat in you."
"You wanna put some meat in me?" Lynn said, suggestively raising her eyebrows.
"Oh shut up. Is bacon okay?"
"Sure. And some coffee, please." She sat up in bed a little. Looking over at the clock on the wall, it wasn't a surprise to see it was just after 5:00
am. I wanted to make breakfast for her early so I wouldn't get caught bringing it up to her.
"We've been over this."
"Liiiinc~" Lynn whined. I couldn't deny the woman's request, try as I might. I sighed again, disappointed in her dietary choices.
"Fine. But don't come crying to me when you're peeing all day at school."
"Thank you!" she said. I got off of the bed, making my way out of the room.
"Yeah, yeah." I dismissively waved her off. Of course, I was joking. I didn't mind doing anything she asked of me over the last months. I did
research immediately after finding out Lynn was pregnant. I found that one of the most prominent symptoms were food cravings. As a gesture of
my support, I did everything to accommodate. Anything she asked me for was fair game. One morning, Lynn complained about craving donuts, so I
thought I'd be best to jog over to the local twenty-four-hour gas station to get some before anyone in the house woke up. Yes, it was a lot of work.
Yes, it required a lot of patients. And yes, it was worth it to see her happy. Minutes later, I came back up with a tray full of food; however, Lynn
wasn't in my room. I set the tray down and looked back into the hallway. The bathroom light was on, shining a small sliver of light down the dark
hallway. I quietly crept forward to investigate. Just as I was a few feet away from the door, I heard the toilet flush and saw Lynn stumble out. She
spoke sickly and exhausted.
"Hey..."
"Are you alright?"
"I just threw up again." I sighed disappointingly and tried to give a consoling look to her.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine." Her pale face contorted in discomfort.
"Come on. Let's go lie down again." I wrapped an arm around her and we walked back to the bedroom. Another typical morning for us.
Lynn
"Yo, Lynn!" I turned around, directing my attention to the voice that called out to me in the crowded hallway.
"What's up?"
"Why weren't you at practice yesterday?"
"I just, uh, wasn't feeling too well."
"So, are you coming today?"
"Uhh... maybe. I don't know." My teammate gave me a pondering look.
"You feelin' okay? You've been kind of... off. I mean, I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but you just seem off your game." I started to get more
frustrated with her prying.
"Don't make such a big deal out of it! I can do whatever the hell I want! Now leave me alone!"
The two girls stared blankly at each other. My voice was actually a lot louder than I thought.
"I didn't mean-" I was interrupted
"I'm sorry." My frightened teammates stammered out "I'll s-see you around, Lynn." I quickly regretted losing my temper 'Dammit!' Much more
trouble minded, I continued the rest of the school day feeling melancholic. I thought back to the incident with my teammates in the middle of
science class. How the rest of the girls on the soccer team would probably know about it. I have practice today. I might as well just skip. A few
months from now I'm going to have to quit the team anyway. I was entirely lost in thought. My science teacher's lecture went in one ear and out the
other. I'm not going to be able to hide it forever. Everyone's gonna find out. Oh god... My crisis of consciousness continued in the middle of class. I
raised my hand.
"Yes?"
"Can I use the bathroom?"
"Try to make it quick. This is important."
I left the room full of normal, everyday students and took up residence in the isolated world of my thoughts as I made my way to the restroom.
Lincoln was right. I shouldn't have had coffee. For no reason at all, tears began to fall down my face as I now sprinted to the girl's room.
The low energy clatter of silverware against plates filled the dining room. I pathetically poked at my meal. I didn't really feel like eating. My parents
said nothing at the table, leaving the siblings entire devoid of any conversation. The loud yelling from the children's table in the kitchen could be
heard from out there, which at least providing us all with something more interesting to focus on. Lincoln, who now sat at the adult table as of his
twelfth birthday tapped me from under the table. I took some time to react before finally looking over to him. He smiled brightly at me and pointed
his eyes down at my plate. I sighed, and began devouring my food. His smile could honestly make me do anything. Within minutes, there was
nothing left on my plate. Lincoln and I finished at the same time. Just before Lincoln was about to ask the same question, I blurted out "Can I be
excused!?"
"Yes dear. Lincoln, you can go too." It seems our mother had apparently noticed over the years that we usually tried to excuse ourselves at the
same time. We faced each other, beaming, and then simultaneously went upstairs. From there, I heard Luna speak.
"Why're you hatin' on them, dude?"
Lori answered, "There's such a thing as being too close. Leni and I are close and you don't see us" she ironically became giddy "asking mommy and
daddy if we can go hang out now!" at this point, I went down the stairs a bit to see what was happening.
"That's enough." Our dad stomped on her criticism.
"I'm just saying it's weird."
"Maybe you're just jealous, bro~"
"Girls, that is enough!" Our father stood up with his empty plate "I'm going to bed."
There was an awkward silence over the table as Dad went to the kitchen. Lori held her head down, returning to her meal. Moments later, mom
finally broke the silence.
"What did I tell you girls about fighting in front of your father!?"
I could tell that Lori and Luna's hearts both sank.
"You know he's having a hard time at work. At least let him have some peace at home!" Luna stuttered out an apology.
"S-sorry mom..." Luna said. She didn't respond, only mimicking dad by picking up her plate and leaving the girls to their own devices.
"Great job, Lori!" Luna hissed at her. She also didn't respond, only storming away from the table and up the stairs. I didn't want her seeing me so I
ran off into Lincoln's room where he was waiting for me. Faintly, observant ears could make out what Lori muttered to herself "I'm done with all of
you."
I ignored her comment and hugged him locking him into a passionate kiss.
"I missed you all day!" I said breaking off from the kiss for a short time. It continued for minutes, both of us just standing there and making out as
our hands slowly crept down each other's bodies. Lincoln lowered me onto the bed and began to pull off my shirt.
"Careful..."
"I know." Lincoln, in his search on pregnancy, he was familiar with my breasts becoming a lot more tender over the last few weeks. He cautiously
slipped my sports bra off in a way that wouldn't irritate or rub up against my skin. Still, I winced as Lincoln slowly removed it to reveal my erect
nipples. My breasts had already noticeably increased in size, and the increased sensitivity of them seemed to have given him a desire to simulate
them. He looked up to me who was still wincing in pain "How do they feel?" he asked with concern.
"They're okay… I think they might be getting bigger" I answered with a slight grin. Lincoln bit his lip and looked down at them again.
"Just be careful," I spoke softly with a reassuring sense. With my permission, Lincoln lightly caressed my breasts. I was cautious at first, but began
to moan at his touch.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The banging on Lincoln's door made us both jump, completely ruining the mood that was built up over the last several minutes.
"Shit. G-get your shirt back on." Lincoln whispered. I nodded as I slipped my shirt on without the bra. Lincoln threw it under the bed. My still erect
nipples could easily be seen through my white shirt. I winced and bit my lip as I stood against Lincoln's desk with my arms folded, pressing up
against my tender breasts. Lincoln opened the door. Lori stood there with a pissed off expression. More pissed off than usual at least. She looked
pass Lincoln standing in the doorway and looked at me, her arms still folded.
"What the hell are you guys doing?"
"Just hanging out. Lynn was talking with me about whether I'd be a better pitcher or linebacker." Lincoln responded innocently. Unbeknownst to a lot
of the family, I had finally convinced him to join a sports team in high school. Lori was one of the few who knew. Lori, despite looking unpleased,
was both satisfied and disappointed by this answer.
"Well…" she began angrily, "You need to spend more time with the family. I don't care how close you are when you're alone together all the time it
looks weird." I was a little off put and nervous by her comment. Lincoln, who had a much better poker face, simply answered with a grimace.
"Gross."
"Sorry" Lori continued "I'm just saying it looks like that."
"Yeah, I wouldn't worry about it," Lincoln said with a smug face.
Lori seemed more sad than angry at this point "Alright, I'll see you guys later."
"See ya." Lincoln kept the door open to not insight any further suspicions. He whispered to me as soon as Lori was out of earshot "Get your bra back
on." Crawling under the bed, he handed it to me. Looking out the doorway to make sure Lori wasn't looking in our direction in the hall, I quickly
pulled the shirt off and threw the bra on, biting my lip in pain again as the slightly too tight bra pulled up against my sensitive chest. I threw the
shirt on again as well. Lincoln let out a sigh of relief. I looked back at him with a saddened expression.
"That was close." Lincoln looked into the hallway again. Nobody was out there. Lori must have made it into her bedroom. He turned back to me and
gave me a quick, yet still, emotion filled kiss. Already, this reassured me that he didn't mean what he said to Lori.
"Come back later tonight, okay?" I smiled happily.
"Sure. See ya in a bit."
Later that night, I was in my room with Lucy as she wrote into her notebook. I was just lying in bed as well, not doing anything productive. We often
found ourselves in comfortable silence. We were probably the quietest pair of sisters in the house.
"Hey," I called out, finally caving into my boredom of the room's silence. Lucy didn't look up to me but still responded emotionlessly.
"What?"
"Have you noticed Lori acting kind of bitchy lately?"
"If you mean more so than usual, yes." Acknowledging that she was about to start a conversation, she closed the notebook and finally gave me eye
contact.
"I think she might be jealous of me and Lincoln."
"Do you think she's onto you?"
"No! No. If she did I don't think she'd be so... sad?" Lucy seemed confused by my word choice.
"What do you mean?"
"She just seems, like, disappointed in us almost." Lucy returned her attention to her notebook.
"...I honestly wouldn't worry about it."
"But isn't that kind of harsh-"
"She's old enough to handle her emotions, Lynn. You shouldn't treat her like a child."
"Man, Luce! You're ice cold!"
"Thank you." She said with a little smile.
Lucy's odd behavior could sometimes cause an occasional chuckle from me. I paused a moment to evaluate what I was about to ask her "You're not
saying that because... you know, your deal with me, are ya?" Lucy's little smile disappeared. Her focus was still on her notebook even though she
wasn't writing. No answer. "I'm sorry." Lucy closed her eyes.
"I already told you I'm over it."
"It just doesn't seem like it. I-I mean, I understand if you're not-"
"Look. It's hard, okay. But I'm fine. In fact, I support you two together." I was a bit lost by the last word, but then I realized she was talking about
me and Lincoln. I knew that she was starting to get a little uncomfortable with our relationship, so I was careful with my words. But those last words
did get me.
"Really?" I wasn't asking to indulge her ego. This genuinely came as a surprise to me. Lucy's eyes opened. She returned to her writing, her body
language suggesting she was less on edge now.
"Better you than someone I don't trust." I smiled at her and ran over to her bed. I wrapped my little sister into a tight hug. My overjoyed face
pressed against Lucy's neutral expression. After the hug, I sat at the foot of Lucy's bed and thought 'Lucy trusts me.' My heart began to pound. 'She
trusts Lincoln.' I began to get increasingly nervous for no apparent reason. 'She trusts both of us.' Without thinking, I turned to face my sister and
blurted out "I-I'm pregnant."
...
...
...
A silence filled the room once more. Not a comfortable one this time. No, this time I felt a sense of dread from Lucy's verbal absence.
"Are you joking?"
I shook my head in disagreement "A-and I want to keep it."
...
Again, Lucy said nothing for a few more moments. Each second that passed felt like an eternity. Lucy eventually closed her notebook, set it on her
side end table, and turned around on the bed to no longer facing me.
"Luce." I was afraid she'd snap at any moment. Initially, I expected my confession to be met positively, and I still hoped deep down that Lucy was
just adjusting to the news "Are you okay?" Lucy didn't turn around to face me. I placed a hand on her shoulder "Lucy?" Lucy simply sat there, her
head hanging down low.
"...I hate you," she whispered under her breath. I heard what she said as clear as day. I wanted to ask 'What?' to see if she'd possibly redacted her
statement, but I didn't want to risk hearing my sister say those piercing words again. "I hate you..." Lucy repeated in the astonished silence that I
caused, since I was still processing everything "I hate you. I hate you..." Lucy's breathing increased "Ihateyou Ihateyou Ihateyou..." She continued
to speak those words, but no sound came out of her mouth until she inhaled and let out a long, anguish, and choked up sob. She threw her palms
into her face and cried violently, the tears pouring down into her hands and trickling down her wrists. I was still completely dumbfounded by her
response. I got off of the bed and simply left the room. Turning the corner in the hallway, I barged into Lincoln's room and slammed the door shut.
H-hey Lynn-" I grabbed his face with trembling hands and pulled him into another passionate kiss on his bed. Lincoln ran his hands down my back
as we sat on the bed and made out for a short time. Tears began to run down my face. I pulled away and spoke sternly to him.
"Should I get an abortion."
"W-what!?"
"Look me in the eyes and tell me what to do Lincoln!"
"I... I-I don't know what to say, Lynn! I'm sorry-"
"Just tell me what to do Lincoln! Please!" My head lowered and I sobbed and pleaded with him "Don't make me make a choice! It's too much! I
need help dammit! I need help!" A flood of tears escaped my face. I held him tightly and buried my face into his neck. Lincoln thought hard
about what to say to me. He spoke slowly, not because he was calm though. Rather it would give him more time to think of what to say.
"...I think we need to think about this. A lot... This isn't the kind of decision you just make or don't make right now. We have time to change our
minds; they don't have to be made up just yet." He moved my face out of his neck to look me in the eyes and finished his point. "I'll be supportive
no matter what, okay." I smiled at him.
"You totally didn't answer the question."
"No, don't get an abortion. Let's wait a little longer to think about that, and if we change our minds, then we'll take care of it together." He quickly
pecked me on my lips "There. Is that better?"
I pulled him back down onto the bed so we could continue their make-out session. I was satisfied by his answer now. When we were done with our
make out session, we just stared at each other for a bit. Lincoln broke the silence "Are you gonna stay the night?"
"Yeah, if that's okay."
He laughed a little "I'm the one that offered."
I rolled my eyes. It was a futile endeavor to try to be nicer than Lincoln. He got off of the bed and threw his pants onto the ground. He also turned
the light off. In the dark, he joined me in bed. We took a few moments for the both of us to get comfortable until we settled into a close spooning
position. Lincoln exhaled in content before speaking "What made you think of all that earlier?"
"...I was just... thinking I guess."
"But you seemed really upset. Are you sure something else didn't cause it? Was Lori getting to you or something?" My heart began to pound. My
experience with Lucy was so heartbreaking that I was beginning to doubt Lincoln's trust as well.
"C-can you promise you won't be upset?"
"Of course." I took a deep breath.
"I told Lucy... that I'm pregnant..."
"Oh?" Lincoln, of course, was incredibly surprised by this, but he once again restrained his emotions for my sake. "How'd that go?" he asked almost
nonchalantly. I started getting choked up again.
"I-It was awful! She just cried and told me she hated me!"
"Oh my god."
"Yeah! I-I know right!"
"I'm sorry... Does she know, you know, that it's our's?" I continued to speak with a raspy, choked up tone.
"She knows there isn't anyone else." We both had nothing more to say on the matter. Of course, we both internally worried to ourselves about the
possibility of Lucy ratting us out. We hadn't thought everything ahead, but we already planned for our parents to never know Lincoln was the father.
"I-I'm worried, Linc. I'm worried how the family's gonna react. Kids at school. Everyone... I mean, even if they don't know it's yours, they'll still
think I'm a slut or something. My reputation will be ruined. Is all of this trouble really worth it just to bring a kid into the world for someone else?"
Lincoln held onto me, trying to non-verbally reassure me that he was there with me in all of this. He whispered next to my ear "...We could keep
it..." I didn't know how to respond.
"R-really? W-Wouldn't that be a lot of work on us? We're still kids. I just… I don't know." It was one thing to be a mom for nine months. It was
another to be one for the rest of your life.
"Sleep on it. Like I said, we have plenty of time to figure this out." I was drained from the day. I appreciated Lincoln's ability to notice that. I just
wanted to close my eyes and rest. So I did. Lincoln's warm embrace was finally starting to put me to sleep.
"Goodnight, Lincoln."
"Night, Lynn."
...
…
…
I found myself in a dark room. I heard footsteps in a distance; so naturally, I tried looking for the source. The sound of steps then multiplied by 10,
coming from all directions. I still saw no source, so I kept turning in search to see who was coming towards me. My head started to spin causing me
to collapse on the ground on to my knees. Suddenly the sound stopped. I looked up to see Lucy. She was just staring at me. Her eyes showed
disappointment and anger. She was then accompanied by the rest of our sisters. They all surrounded me as I sat on the ground helpless. They all
showed the same expression. Anger! I looked at them all in fear. "Guys?" I called out.
"You're so stupid!" Lucy yelled.
"What a slut!" the twins yelled as well.
"Idiot!" said Leni, and the torture continued.
"Whore!"
"Loser!"
"Loner!"
"Dimwit!"
"Easy!"
"Disgusting!"
"Waste of space!"
"Worthless!" I couldn't take it anymore. My head began to spin again. I yelled at them to stop but they didn't listen.
"Unwanted!"
"Mess-up!"
"Bitch!"
"Nobody!"
"Trash!"
"Annoying!"
"Failure!"
"Fool!"
"Naïve!"
"irresponsible!"
"Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! Lynn Loud you are such a Tramp!" They all chanted over and over again.
"STOP! Please stop it!" I pleaded with tears in my eyes. They started to close in on me and I put my head in my knees as they continued to chant.
"Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! Lynn Loud you are such a Tramp!" as they closed in on me, I tried telling myself that they were wrong but their
chanting only got louder.
Lincoln
I shuffled in my bed and got up rubbing my eyes. Lynn was sure moving a lot and did I hear her mumbling 'no'? I lightly put my hand on her
shoulder and tried shaking her awake.
"Lynn? Are you ok?" I asked her as she broadly woke up gasping. "Lynn, what's wrong?" I asked her concerned. She simply sat up with me and
wiped her eyes. Gasping for air in a light choked up sob. I took her in my arms and rubbed her back. "Hey, hey. It's alright! Don't cry! It's ok! I got
you!" I told her in a calm matter as I rocked her in my arms. She just cried mumbling it's not true. "What's not true?" I asked her.
"I'm not a tramp! Am I?" she asked me inhaling deep breaths. I was shocked at the question.
"What?! No! Of course not! Why would you think that?" I asked her surprised.
"I don't know! Maybe the fact that everyone will eventually think that of me. That I'm just a disgusting slutty tramp who's a waste of space!" she
cried.
"No, no, no. Don't think that. No one sees you like that. I promise you!" I told her calmly as I hugged her. It hurts me that she'd think like that. I
just needed to make sure that those thoughts didn't come back, so I laid her down and kept her in an embrace until she fell asleep. Soon, I fell
asleep as well.
A/N- Hello peoples! First of all, I'm sorry that this took so long to get posted, but I have had a lot on my plate lately and haven't found the time to
sit, reread, edit, space out, and post this chapter. I'm going to try to post the next chapter like either today as well, or if not tomorrow. I am not
going to promise anything though because when I say that I promise to post it soon, it is never soon, and I don't try for it to be that way. But
ummmm, ya I hope you enjoyed this extremely long chapter, and as always, if there are any errors in my spelling or grammar, or if something does
not make sense, please let me know. Also if something does not seem physically possible IRL, then please just accept it as Movie/T.V. show/book
logic. Normally I would add the disclaimers, but I already did for two chapters and see no need to keep adding them, but if you MUST know them,
here is a sum up of it.
-not completely my story, I just added on to it and took away some
-Lynncoln
- Rated M
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ok, thanks for reading! See you guys next chapter BYYYYEEEE!