*Michael's POV*

"You can't be." I shouted.

"SHHHH!" The girls covered my mouth.

"Michael, can you maybe not let the whole house know?" Ava said. They took their hands off my face.

"Sorry, but Ava you can't be pregnant." I said in a whisper tone.

"Well it's possible, I'm late on my period, I was throwing up, my forehead is not hot-" I cut her off by touching it. She stopped talking and give me a annoyed looked.

"And-" she grabbed my wrist taking it off of her head. "I feel fine now." She finished.

"She wants a test to make sure." Bee said. I looked at them back and forth. Why are they tell me this? I don't know how to handle this!

"Ok, but how are you going to get one?" I asked. Bee and Ava looked at each other, then back at me, raising an eye brow.
"No." I backed up. "No I couldn't do that."

"Michael, come on. If I am, well then Luke should know he's a dad." Ava said.

"Then why aren't you telling him?" I asked.

"Because, he might beat her." Bree said, sounding so innocent. I licked my lips, and made them into a thin line. Thinking what I should do. I sighed and looked down.
This is crazy.

"Alright, fine. What do I need to do?" I asked, giving in. Their faces lit up.

"Thank you Mikey." Ava hugged me. I hugged her back. I'm worried if she really is pregnant, they will kill her.

•••
We were in the car, on our way to the nearest drug store. Ava was in the front and Bree was in the back. It was hard to convince the guys to let me take the girls out, specially Luke. He wanted to come, but some how made him think there was no point we would be back in 10mins. I told them I had to get so medicine for Ava. Finally we got to the store.

"Bree run in and get one." I told Bree.

"But-" the girls said.

"NOW!" I yelled. She whimpered and quickly got out.

"Why couldn't I go? I'm the maybe pregnant one here." She complained.

"Because, I would have to go with you and they might think something." I said. I looked and her and she was confused a little. Then she just burst into laughter.

"Omg, now I want to go in there." She laughed. I was mad at first, but joined her.

"I guess that would be funny." I chuckled. She sighed, finishing laughing. "What if you had a kid, what would you name it?" She asked. That came out of no where. 

"Maybe Chloe, if its a girl. If it's a boy, I would name him after one of the boys." I told her. She smiled at that. 

"Chloe, I like that." She said. 

"What about you?" I asked, turning the question of her. Her face went blank, she faced forwards and thought about it. 

"To be honest, I don't know. I didn't want kids really." She finally said. I give her a confusing look.

"Really? Why is that?" I asked. She shrugged. 

"Maybe because of how I grow up, I just want my child to have everything I didn't have." She said, rubbing her stomach. I just stared at her and her stomach. Soon the door back door open. 

"Got it." She handed me the bag. I took the box out and put it in my jacket. 

"Alright, lets go." I looked at Ava. She had a worried look, she nodded. I hope she not pregnant, or she in trouble. So will I if they find out I knew.

...

We were back at the house, I locked me, Bree, and Ava in the girls room. I was walking back, talking to myself. 

"Please, please, please, please don't be pageant." I said quietly. 

"Mikey." Bree said. I ignored her and kept walking.

"What if she is? What am I going to do? I can't tell the boys. They might kill her." 

"Michael." She said again. 

"Ugh! This is crazy!" I put my hands through my hair. 

"MICHAEL!" Bree yelled. I stopped and looked at her, shocked. "Can you stop! If she pregnant, she pregnant. Till we find out, RELAX!" she finished. I stood their shocked. Bree never really yells or get angry.

"Sorry. I'm just worried." She looked back down at the ground. I slowly walked over to her and sat down.

"Its ok, you're right." I said.

"Michael, if she is pregnant, what are we going to do? What are you going to do?" She turned to me and asked. 

"I don't know." I shrugged. 

"Guys?" Ava soon came out. I shot my head up and stood up. 

"Ava!" I walked over to her, Bree followed. "So." I asked, nervous. She looked down at the test, she slowly turned. My eyes widen. 

"Oh no." Bree said.

"I'm pregnant."

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