"Give me my bag, Scott." I begin. "Give me my bag and I will tell you everything." Scott's eyes search mine, wondering if I'm telling the truth of not. I am. I know that I need to tell him, I actually should have told him the moment I found out. It's his right to know.

This baby, is as much his as it is mine, the only difference being that it is inside of me. At first I thought I would be protecting him if I didn't tell him that it was his but, the more I think about it, how cruel would it be to keep a father away from his child? Or a child away from his father. I don't expect Scott to be a dad to this child but, he at least deserves the option. He deserves a choice in the matter, I can't take that choice from him.

"Okay." Scott hands the purse to me and I take it, tightly in my arms, silently praying that the pictures are not bent or torn from our wrestling. "Let's go to that diner." I look over to him with sad eyes. "The one right outside of town limits?" He asks. I nod quickly. "Yes, I could really go for some peanut butter and banana pancakes." I feel my mouth watering with desire. "Oh! And maybe a side order of pickles or something." Yeah, pickles sound amazing. Scott chuckles as he puts the car in drive. "You are such a weirdo. You don't even like pancakes!"

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We walk into the empty diner. The smell of food causes a loud growl to erupt from my stomach. Dang, baby, you must be hungry. I smile to myself. "Lets sit?" I say nervously. We make our way to a booth next to the window, an easy escape from our situation. A waitress comes over with menus, she looks to be 50 or 60 with brunette hair covered with grey. She smiles kindly. "What can I get you kids to drink?"

Scott glances to me, giving me way to order first. I think, for a moment. "I will take an Oreo shake and... a cup of ice. Yeah, ice sounds really good." The lady smiles as me and writes it down, laughing slightly to herself. Scott looks to me skeptically. He will understand soon enough. "And you, son?" She looks to Scott. "An ice water, please." She nods and writes down on her pad. "Coming right up!" She walks away to the back of the diner.

A silence falls over us, it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward but, it wasn't quite peaceful either. It was just quiet. I break it. "She seemed nice." I raise my eyes to Scott's. He is not amused with me right now. He actually looks quite irritated and impatient. "Victoria..." He trails off.

"I know, Scott, I know." I sigh and look out the window. How do you tell someone something like this? How do you deliver news that will shake up someones world? Not easily, I know that much. A straight line forms on my lips as I know how to tell him. "Do you remember the day I came to your house?" I begin, looking up into his eyes. "Soaking wet from the rain because Stiles had ditched me at school?" Scott nods, a small smile forming on his lips as he remembers.

"How could I forget?" He speaks with blissfulness. "You looked so beautiful, I knew in that moment that I liked you, Victoria. The moment you showed up on my doorstep, soaking wet and asking for a towel." Scott smiled at me, sincerely. I felt tears filling my eyes as he smiled. Seriously, I have to cry right now? Scott's face turned worried quickly. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no, you didn't say anything wrong...I'm just overly emotional." I sigh and wipe away my tears. I let in a shaky breath as I look Scott dead in the eyes. "We... uh, we fucked up Scott." I shake my head and look at the table with teary eyes. "What do you-." He was cut off by the waitress setting down our drinks. "Do you guys need a minute?" She asked, sensing the tension in the booth.

I wipe away my tears and force a smile. "No, we are ready. I will have..." I try and think of what I'm craving right now. "Chocolate chip pancakes with peanut butter and bananas and... a side of pickles!" I smile big as I think about the pickles, my previous sadness forgotten momentarily.

Scott looks at me with such confusion as he hears my strange order. "You hate pickles and pancakes. I thought you were joking in the car." He speaks up. He isn't wrong, I used to hate pickles and pancakes, I thought they were a sad excuse of a waffle but, lately I've been craving them so bad. I shrug at him.

The waitress writes it all down and smiles at Scott. "Would you like anything, son?" She asks Scott but, he doesn't respond with words, just a short shake of the head and she walked off.

I reluctantly meet his eyes. "What was that about?" He asks, completely confused. "We literally had a three hour argument about how you think pancakes are satan last year." He laughed slightly but I could see worry hidden within his brown eyes. I bit my lip in fear as I continue what I was saying earlier. "Uhm, well, weird cravings are kind of a part of the deal." I laugh nervously.

Scott furrowed his brows in confusion but, before he could ask, I continued on. "We're in trouble... like real life shit, Scott. I don't even know how to say this... I didn't think I'd have to say this for another eight years..." I feel Scott grab my hands as I nervously began picking at my nails. I met his eyes, noticing his smile. "Victoria, whatever it is, we'll figure it out. It probably isn't even as bad as you--"

"I'm pregnant." I blurt, immediately biting my lip, afraid of his reaction. It's like time stood still for him, his entire body froze and his hands went limp in mine. In a moment he had his hands in his hair, pulling at the roots and a groan left him, and not the good kind either. "Y-you're sure?"

I bit my lip before pulling out the pictures from my appointment, setting them on the table for him to look at. His hands fell from his hair, hitting the table with a soft thud. Scott didn't say anything, he just.... stared at the photos for awhile, not making a sound.

Scott picked up the pictures with shaking fingers, holding it closer to his face as he looked at my baby. "I know the picture doesn't look like much..." I whisper, afraid if I spoke too loud he'd break into a million pieces. "He looks kinda like a funny little alien." Scott's eyes meet mine. "It's a boy?" His voice sounded completely scared and lost.

I shrug. "I don't know, it's too early to tell, but I have a feeling that it is." Scott's eyes fall back onto the picture. I could see his eyes gloss over and... glow slightly... but it had to of been a trick of the light. I shook it off, instead focusing on my hands in my lap.

The silence was ever growing, and killing me. I grabbed for my Oreo shake and began to eat some of it with a spoon, waiting for him to say something, anything. I let out a quiet moan at the taste of the ice cream-cookie shake, the coolness slid down my throat, numbing it in the most fantastic of ways.

After a few more moments of him staring at the pictures he met my eyes. "It's mine?" He asked, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"Is that a real question?" I scoffed, completely shocked and offended that he'd have to ask. "You're the only guy I've had sex with. So, yes the baby is yours." Scott grabbed at his hair roughly, dropping the pictures and looking terrified.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Scott looked at me after a moment, I wish I knew what was going on in that head of his. I sighed and looked at the table, I was past the freak out stage, but I understand where he is coming from. "I'm keeping my baby." I stated firmly. "You don't have to though, Scott." I reach across the table and grab his hand, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Just because I'm deciding to take care of this child doesn't mean you have to if you don't want to, or if you're not ready. To be honest I wasn't even going to tell you about the kid, I was going to pretend that it had a different dad but, I wanted you to have the choice and I wanted you to know that I am okay either way." I reassure him. "If you want we can walk away from here and pretend you have no idea about any of this. It's up to you."

"Isn't this supposed to be the other way around?" Scott asks. "Aren't I supposed to be telling you that I support whatever decision you make? That I'll be there for you?" Scott let his eyes stare into mine. I shake my head. "I think it can go either way." I shrug, taking another spoonful of my shake.

I drop the spoon and look to Scott, with a slight frown on my face. "What are you going to do, Scott?"

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Scott and I drove back to my house in a peaceful silence, it was nice actually. It was nice to have no secrets between the two of us, and it was nice to tell someone what I am going through other than Danny and my doctor.

Scott is very supportive, but he also thinks we should look into other options such as adoption. I know I'm not going to change my mind but, I agreed that I'd consider meeting with an adoption agency to talk about options.

Scott also said that if I do have the baby he'll help as much as he can. I told him that he shouldn't make any promises yet, until he's 100% sure of his decision.

I still haven't decided when I am going to tell my dad and Stiles. I feel that it is unfair to keep something like this from them, but I'm not sure how to break the news. I don't want my family to be mad at me, or kick me out--especially since, I don't have anywhere to go.

I know that when I do tell them, I won't tell them it's Scotts baby. At least, not until Scott is sure he wants to be in the baby's life... I don't want my dad, his mom, or Stiles to make him feel pressured into doing this. I want him to want to be apart of his life, I don't want Scott to regret his decision in 5 years and feel angry toward me and his child.

The car pulled up to my house, coming to a slow stop. I looked out the window and stare at my house. Lights glow through the window where I see them. My dad is cooking something and Stiles is sitting at the table talking with him. They look so carefree. I look to Scott with panicked eyes.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to tell them." I can feel my heart rate increasing quickly. Scott places his hand on my cheek. "When you do, do you want me to come with you?" He asks. I shake my head, yes but no. If he did then he'd be pressured into being a father. I don't want that for him.

I let out a groan. "No, I have to do this on my own." I nod while feeling a lump form in my throat, no, I can't cry again. I lean across the car and grab Scott's face, placing my lips on his. It's a short and passionate kiss. I pull away and open the car door. "Thank you, for everything." I grab my bag and shut the car door before turning away. I watch through the window as Stiles is now helping dad cook, or well eating the food while dad tries to cook. I smile to myself. I can do this.

Before walking into the house, I wave to Scott as he drives off. I take a deep breath and open the door, walking straight into the kitchen. Stiles and my dad look at me at the same time, the both smile at me kindly. "How are you feeling today? Did the doctors have anything more to say?" Dad asked me while chopping an onion of some sort. "Can-can you guys sit down for a minute?" I stutter out deciding that I should just spit it out now.

I looked out the window, specifically at the dark where Scott's car previously was. Stiles gives me a weird look, confused by my request. "Why....?" He draws out suspiciously. I look to the floor and bite my lip between my teeth tight enough to draw blood. "Just..." I look into both of their eyes and let out a breath-like huff. "Please." I plead with them. They both reluctantly agree and sit across from me at the table.

Silence fills the room, I am completely unsure of what to say. I feel so scared. I'm scared that they are going to be so disappointed. My dad breaks the silence. "Victoria, what is this about?" He speaks softly but concerned nonetheless. "Victoria spit it out, I'm hungry-" I cut off my brother, letting out a groan and sitting in the chair across from them, folding my hands on top of the wood.

"I messed up dad." My voice breaks as tears spill from my eyes. My brothers eyes go wide. "What do you mean? Did you kill someone... because I can-- I can hide a body." Stiles asks me, causing my dad to thump him upside the head. In any other situation, I would've laughed. But not this time.

Instead of answering his question I grab the ultrasound pictures and pregnancy test from my bag and hesitantly set them down. "I'm...."I close my eyes and take in a breath. "I'm pregnant." I can hear stiles laughing. "Ha. Ha. Victoria, what a good prank. You-you almost got me there."

I meet my brothers eyes, I can tell he's just trying to make it not real. I wish it was. "This isn't a time to joke, Stiles." My dads voice is hard and stern. Stiles goes quiet and drops the pictures, going quiet. "Who's the dad?" My dad asks me and looks me in the eyes. I know I can't lie to him, but I can't tell him it's Scott. Stiles would be so mad...

"I- uh... I'm not ready to talk about that." I trailed off, looking to the floor. I brought my lip between my teeth and began to chew on it. My dad let out a sigh and put his head in his hands. "Victoria, I don't know what to say to you right now."

I felt tears well up in my eyes. "I'm sorry." Stiles frowned deeply as he looked at the test on the table. "You peed on that?" He tried to lighten the mood a little but, failed. I nodded and tried to give a smile. "Then get it off the table." He gave a small laugh that was obviously forced.

My dad suddenly stood from his chair and went over to the stove. "Victoria, clear off the table for dinner. It's almost ready." I looked to him, confused and upset. "But dad, shouldn't we talk about-" He cut me off. "Just set the table."

My eyes fell to the table. My pregnancy test lay there still, the faint plus sign was bold and flashing with the reality of the situation. I grabbed it from the table and put it in my bag as I quickly cleared the table. I held in my emotions in that moment, knowing I couldn't allow myself to break down.

"Why?" Stiles broke the silence, staring into my eyes. "Why won't you tell us who did this to you?" Stiles, my brother, was so hurt by this. I could see it on his face and in his eyes. I shook my head. "I don't know, Stiles. I can't drag him into this right now, he needs to decide for himself if this is what he wants. I'm sorry I can't tell you." The tears came, I couldn't hold them in anymore. "I wish we weren't in this situation right now, I really do. I'm so sorry."

Stiles sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug. "It's okay, Tori. I'm here for you." I smiled into the hug and could feel my tears subsiding. My dad hasn't said much on the matter but, I'm happy that I told them. I hated hiding this from them. It was killing me.

In the next few moments, we were all acting like I hadn't just spilled my guts about being pregnant. We were doing what we normally do. I set the table and dad and Stiles brought the food out and sat down.

Dad had made chicken and vegetables with rice, I requested he eat more healthy after his last doctors appointment. I served myself some chicken and looked down at the plate. The chicken had juice dripping down the side and I could feel bile rise in my throat. Oh no.

I jumped up from the table and ran to the bathroom. I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet. A feeling of disgust washed over me. I hate being sick. I groaned as another wave of nausea wracked through me.

Stiles pulled back my hair and sat with me on the floor for a moment, at least I thought it was Stiles. I sat up and leaned against the tub that was next to the toilet. My dad handed me a damp towel to clean my mouth.

I let my eyes fall to the floor. "Your mom got sick when she was pregnant with you and Stiles. She got sick every time I made anything other than pancakes or peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. Thankfully she ate normal food after her first trimester." He leaned forward and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry dad, I really didn't mean for this to happen....If I could change it--" He cut me off. "You can't change it. Victoria, you're going to be okay. You got stuck in an unexpected situation, but we'll work through it." My dad held my hand for a moment.

I jumped up and gave him a hug, holding him tight. I'm happy that he's not mad at me. I don't know what I'd do without his support and love. He and Stiles are the two people I care about more than anything, and to know that they aren't leaving me...It means the world to me.

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Edit: 4/2/2020