Remember that agitated bumblebee I mentioned that was buzzing around in my stomach?

   Well, that bumblebee had multiplied. Now, it was a swarm of angry bees. All rubbing up against each other, getting more and more irritated by each other's presence. And with each movement they made, my stomach got more and more jumbly.

   Nice metaphors, (Y/N).

   Anyways, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, my thoughts circiling my head like a hawk preparing to dive and snatch up its prey.

   Daveed won't be too keen on this.

   He'll probably leave me.

   And if he doesn't, he'll be so miserable. And that's the only thing worse than him leaving me.

   I swallowed the throw up that was rising up my throat as I grabbed the pregnancy test, prepared to show it to Daveed. I didn't have time to throw up. I just needed to get what needed to be done, well, done.

   I opened the bathroom door, the swarm of bumblebees continuing to buzz around. I hid the test behind my back, planning to segway into the conversation I had to have. I honestly don't know why I brought the test; I could've just told Daveed verbally. Maybe I thought that he would want proof that I was, in fact, carrying an infant in my stomach.

   I walked into the living room, the test still behind my back. I stopped my walk in front of Daveed, therefore blocking his view of the TV screen.

   Daveed didn't usher me out of there like Luca would have done; he knew something was wrong as soon as he saw me park it in front of him. He raised an eyebrow and turned off the TV. It somehow still worked even though I was in front of it. "What's wrong?" he asked.

   I exhaled nervously. "You know how I was...'sick'...this morning..?" I asked in a shaky voice, making finger quotes when I said the word "sick".

   Daveed nodded. "Yeah. I'm happy you're feeling better." He could be so stupid sometimes. "Why'd you finger-quote it, though..?"

   Ugh. Why wasn't he getting it?

   "Well...turns out it wasn't a sickness..," I said slowly, clutching the test behind my back so tightly that it hurt.

   "Then what was it?" Daveed asked stupidly.

   How was he not getting it?! How many hints did I have to give him?!

   I was getting pretty tired of segwaying into a serious conversation with a rock as my listener, so I decided to say what I was flat-out.

   "Damn it, Daveed! Don't you get it? I'm pregnant! With your baby!" I said loudly. As soon as I did, though, I felt my body start to shake nervously at how he'd react.

   Daveed was staring at me with wide eyes. He seemed to be slowly processing what I was saying. "I'm sorry...you're...what..?" he said softly after what felt like an eternity.

   "I'm pregnant..," I repeated, only softer and less harsh. I showed Daveed the pregnancy test, my hands trembling. "And the baby's yours, Dav..."

   Daveed was silent as he stared at the pregnancy test I was holding. The unnerving quiet made my ears ring.

   I decided to prod. You know, just to make sure my boyfriend wasn't dead. "Daveed..?" I asked, my voice practically a whisper.

   Daveed was silent for a few more seconds, then he whispered,

   "No..."

   I gulped. I knew he didn't want this baby.

   Daveed's eyes followed me as I threw the test away. When I came back, tears were in Daveed's eyes.

   That broke my heart. "Oh, Dav..," I said softly, sitting on the couch next to him.

   "We're not ready, (Y/N)...We got together only a few months ago!" Daveed said, a tear falling from his eye. "And...and what if Jalene finds out..? She'll make our lives a living hell!"

   "I know..," I said, not about to pretend that everything would be okay. The situation sucked; saying that it didn't wouldn't do anything to make it better.

   "What are we gonna do..?" Daveed asked, his teary eyes staring into mine.

   "I..." I paused, looking at my feet. I teied to think of something. I thought of something, but I knew that neither of us would want to do what I had thought of. So I simply said, "I don't know..."

   "How are we gonna be able to go out in public together?" Daveed said. "It's not like you can hide being pregnant forever!"

   I decided to just say what I had thought of. If keeping this baby was gonna be the death of my and Daveed's reputation, and not to mention an inconvenience, what was the point of keeping it? That creature didn't deserve to live a life where its parents thought of it as nothing but a burden. "Why don't we get an abortion?" I blurted.

   Daveed seemed to be mulling it over. After a bit of silence from him, he said, "Would we really wanna do that, though..? There's a chance that we'll regret it later on...and you never know...we might love the baby once it enters the world..."

   I nodded. He had a point. "But, again, I would never be able to leave the house without people seeing that I'm pregnant..."

   Daveed sighed. "True...maybe we should get one..."

   Silence coated the room. Then, I started thinking...kids are great. Have you ever walked into a grocery store and heard a baby belly-giggling at nothing? Have you ever seen a toddler hugging its mom's legs, certain that it'll love her more than anything until the end of time? Have you ever seen a twelve-year-old preform random acts of kindness and tell a dirty (but funny) joke? A small smile crossed my face at the thought of having one of those kids to call my own. Maybe having one wouldn't be so bad after all. If the people weren't willing to see the story from my and Daveed's perspective, what did we care? That was their problem, not ours. We shouldn't be ashamed about having a child. It just showed how much we loved each other.

   Daveed noticed my smile. "Why are you smiling?" he asked curiously.

   "I was just thinking," I said, "that having a kid wouldn't be so bad. Don't you smile at precious little babies and long to have one of your own someday?"

   Daveed nodded. "Yeah...sometimes..."

   "Me too. Well, maybe we got our wish. Just...a little earlier and at a more inconvenient time than we expected..," I said, resting a hand on my stomach. Where my child was growing.

   Daveed went quiet. He stared straight ahead, seeming to be deep in thought. 

   I watched him, my hand still on my stomach. I wondered if my speech did anything to sway him.

   I began to think of the cons of keeping the baby once again, my gaze falling to my feet. The hate from the people...the dirty diapers...the price of its food and toys...

   My thoughts were interrupted by Daveed resting a hand on my stomach as well.

   I looked up at him, and he was smiling. "You're right," he said. "We've been blessed with this kid, (Y/N). It may not have been at the best time, but I guarentee you, our reputations won't matter once we see our baby for the first time. I think we should keep it, (Y/N)."

   "I think so, too," I said with a wide smile.

   Daveed pulled me into a hug. I hugged back. His embrace was warm and seemed to promise that no matter what happened, we would be happy.

   After a bit of hugging, I pulled apart. I giggled as I said, "How do you think Rafa will react..?"

   Daveed bit his lip. "Well...let's just say our house's tables will all be flipped over by the time he leaves."

   I laughed. "So...what do you want it to be..?"

   Daveed thought for a minute. "I'd be okay with both, but..." He paused. "I think I'd prefer a girl."

   "Hmm...I think I'd like a girl too...but, like you, I'd be okay with either," I said.

   Daveed looked at my not-yet-giant stomach and smiled. "We're gonna have a family."

   I did as well, a similar smile crossing my face.

   We were gonna have a family.

   While my feelings about having that baby changed dramatically, there was still a little cloud of dread hanging out in the back of my mind.

   There was still a chance that once the baby was born, Daveed and I wouldn't get as attached to it as we thought we were gonna. And about how I thought that we would just ignore the hate from everyone, but what if it wasn't that easy? What if we weren't happy, and the baby was the reason for that?

   Well, if we took the safe way out and got the abortion, we could be throwing out so many years of bliss and happiness.

   And I wasn't about to take that risk.