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the next morning, shawn wakes up surprisingly early. he immediately reaches for his phone, and smiles at all the birthday messages he's already received, before typing away an individual reply to each person.

he gets out of bed happy, and heads straight to the shower to get his day started. somehow, he felt like it was going to be a good day; he knew it was going to be a good day.

meanwhile, anya was hunched over the toilet seat, spewing up her guts into the white bowl below her. she groaned in pain, before sitting down on the floor, and flushing the contents away, wandering about what she could've eaten to make her react so badly.

maybe it was the little alcohol she had. maybe it didn't agree with her. maybe it was that small amount and the encounter from last night that made her throw up.

shawn sighed, sliding a shirt over his head, tucking it into the waistband of his trousers. shawn looks down at the table next to him, seeing the photo of him and anya. he immediately smiles, and quickly snaps a picture on his phone of it, posting it onto instagram immediately, with the caption "ten years ago today! Haha! X".

anya ties the bottom of her white shirt around her waist, making sure that she's satisfied with her appearance. she fiddles with the neckline, pulling it out slightly so the lace of her bralette poked out of the sides, the blush tone being a comfortable contrast to her tanned skin. she slid a wide belt through the hoops of her denim shorts, and hooked her bag on her shoulder. once ready, she made sure her valuables were locked away, before heading straight out of her room to breakfast.

"hey, anya," jon yells, making the girl turn around and smile softly.

"hey, morning," she says to him, as he catches up with her, the two of them heading straight to breakfast.

"are you okay?" he asks carefully, not wanting to upset her.

"i'm fine," she nods. "luckily shawn punched him out cold before anything happened," she says, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips.

"i really do think shawn wants to make things u with you, did you see his instagram post?"

"no?"

"it was that picture when you guys were ten," he informs her. "did you give it to him for his birthday?"

"yeah," she nods. "i found it, and i thought i would give it to him, you know, ten years later."

"that's thoughtful," he adds, making anya smile slightly. "do you want to sort things out with him?"

"maybe i-" she suddenly feels another wave of nausea hit her, and as she passes a bin, she leans down and throws up into that, groaning straight after.

"woah, anya," jon says immediately, rubbing her back slightly. "are you sure you're okay?"

"i-i'm fine," she reassures him, wiping the side of her mouth with the back of her hand. "i'm fine."

"you don't look fine," jon says to her, as she sighs softly.

"um, i'm gonna go back to my room, i think i need to sleep for a bit." she says softly. "tell everyone i said hi, and tell shawn happy birthday from me, i don't think i'm gonna head out today apart from when we need to get on the bus."

"alright, get some rest, yeah? if you need anything, call me," she nods again, rushing off back to her room, quickly unlocking the door and letting herself in, putting the do not disturb tag on her door. she walks to one of her suitcases, opening up the bag, and trying to find a pair of sweatpants. instead, her hand touches a fresh box of tampons, which haven't even been opened.

"wait a minute," she mumbles to herself, taking her phone out from her pocket, and going onto clue, seeing when her period is due.

three days late.

three days late.

three days late.

it's got to be nothing, right? maybe she's just stressed, maybe her hormones are out of balance.

but then her mind begins to ring, and she remembers the back pain she had yesterday, along with the terrible migraine. and sickness in the morning?

she gasped, and quickly moved her hands to her breasts to check for sensitivity, and almost fainted when they felt... different.

then it hit her. if she really was pregnant, it would be shawns baby. and she didn't know how to feel about that.

the first thing she did was panic. she got up and paced around her room like a maniac, biting down her nails to practically nothing, and anxiously moving between sitting and standing, then walking and running, and back to sitting and standing again.

then, she was silent. eerie. quiet. she was scared, frightened, anxious, curious, but mostly sad; sad for being so irresponsible, and disappointed in herself for getting so drunk that night.

after a few short moments of silence, she realised she hadn't even been tested yet. she had not taken a test, or had it confirmed by a qualified doctor, so what was the point to worry?

there's a lot to worry about, you idiot. she says to herself, slapping her forehead. she sighs yet again, picking up her phone and dialling up andrews number. he was the only one she could really trust right now, and she knew he would do anything to make sure she was okay. after all, she was like his tour daughter.

"hey anya, jon told us all you were sick, is everything okay?"

"no, actually," she pushes out. "um, can you come to my room? i need to talk to you."

"sure thing," andrew says. "guys, i'm going to-"

"don't tell anyone! andrew it's serious," anya tells him quickly, her voice shaking. "please hurry."

"okay," andrew says, before hanging up and letting the panic consume anya. she paces around her room yet again, her hands shaking and her heart rate increasing significantly.

almost immediately, a knock is heard at her door, and she quickly rushes to open it, revealing andrew standing there concerned. anya pulls him into the room, shutting the door firmly behind him, and bursting out into tears.

"woah, anya," andrew says quickly, letting the girl cry into his shoulder. "hey, shh, what's wrong?"

"andrew, you're gonna fucking kill me," she mumbles, sniffling softly. "i'm such a fucking idiot."

"what happened? come on, i won't hate you," he says to her softly, sitting down on the bed, and anya sitting next to him.

"i-i need you to go buy me a pregnancy test," she stutters out, incredibly nervous and ashamed with herself.

"what?"

"i-i've been getting signs," she admits, wiping her cheeks. "i-i'm so sorry."

"who's the dad, anya?"

"i-i-"

"anya," andrew says firmly. "you have to tell me if shawns the only person you've slept with recently."

"h-how did you know?" she asks him, her eyes filling with tears all over again. "oh god, shawn! how do i tell him?"

"you have to tell him about what you think, anya," andrew says gently to her, guiding her with what to do. "i know you probably don't want to, but he would be the father if you are pregnant, and he has the right to know."

"y-you're right," she nods, sniffling gently. "he's gonna kill me, gerty."

"he won't kill you," andrew says to her. "okay how about this, i go get you the test, and if you are, you talk to him. if you aren't, it doesn't really matter, but i would still tell him you had a scare."

"okay," she nods, steadying herself. "andrew if i am-"

"we will all do our best to support you and the baby," he cuts her off. "even if shawn doesn't like it, you're not gonna go through it alone. you have all of us."

"thank you," she mumbles, leaning up to hug andrew. "thank you so much."

"no problem," he kisses her forehead softly, making her smile sadly. "i'll go find a pharmacy and buy you that test, talk to shawn if you feel like it, but i'm not forcing you to."

"okay, thank you again, gerty," she says, sitting back down on the bed.

it was all a waiting game now.