Author's Note: I know there are some people who will think it's abomination young adults to have children or at least expecting their own children, nevertheless, do not risk reading this work if that's not your thing, nor Nunsignor. First and foremost, that's a sequel or spin-off of the one-shot High School Romance especially for these who've read it. Last but not least, if you haven't checked the one-shot High School Romance, in order to not spoil this work with the sequel, thereafter check it immediately.

I hope you like and enjoy this one-shot anyway! :))

Trigger Warning for ♠Strong Language♠

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--- A Couple of Weeks Later or So ---

A couple of weeks have elapsed quicker than the summer breeze and delightfully for the young adults after making love for first time in their school's restroom. Little did the British compatriot know that his girlfriend was pregnant with their love child even more scarcely noting any alter in her except her mood swings and food craves were the true symptoms of something unpredictable for them.

The young woman has been through a sandstorm of mood swings, food craves, morning sicknesses and gradual weight gain in the past weeks after her boyfriend impregnated her and scarcely using any protection against preventing the chance of having their own children when they're still students.

Solely the Bostonian knew that she's still going through the blowminding sandstorm which is inevitably encountered by every pregnant lady, regardless her age. Initially, her mother Hazel thought she's ill and something else is the genuine symptom of her uncommon condition.

Furthermore, the Bostonian was far from confident to inform Timothy even Hazel about the roller coaster she's been through lately. It was something inexorable. It was arcane. Stilling the patches of the hollow with paradoxal mysteries and secrets, solely knowledgable for the young woman.

Notwithstanding the circumstances, after finishing her day at school on Monday and informing her mother that she'll delay with her arrival at home, due to her arranged time for doctor to consult with him, the young lady's petite figure was school uniform-clad. Her leanly long, spider legs were managing the choir of frequent bounce with impatience and uneasiness. Girlish, naïve insecurity painting her facial features with an eerie flat line, brushing her roseate, chapped lips peculiarly. Her honey brown flamed impatience and self-consciousness. A handful of strangers, perhaps having an arranged time for Judy's doctor circled the half-orphan. Her dainty hands fidgeted on her lap and chattered her jaw after glancing at the antique wall clock, indicating five o'clock in the afternoon. Her heart rates increased rabidly rapid, battering frequently in her ribcage.

The hospital was crowded by not only doctors, but also majorly by seniors, pregnant ladies, newborns and people whether with minor or major infections or illnesses, plaguing them and indicating their still remaining time for living that was elapsing as quick as dart. They were the ginormous number of patients, institutionalized behind the dull hospital's walls for cure.

What the blonde loathed more than anything besides the other pet peeves like lying, stealing, betrayal, loneliness and losing somebody significantly dearly was waiting with hours like a sloppy icycle in a place where she wouldn't want to be right away. Notwithstanding the lack of motivation to wait restlessly with endless minutes even hours for the doctor to accept her in his office, anyway Judy was still there. Childlike jitteriness was paralyzing her muscles, bones even cells. Each elapsed second was savored like a minute, consequently pouched like an hour and throughout felt like a year even years and centuries ethereally flat advancing.

As usually after school, whether Judy was supposed to be at home where the crust of housework and preparing dinner were anticipating her or postponing to get back at home by spending time outdoors with her boyfriend even staying at his home which wasn't problematic for Hazel at all.

Suddenly the doctor's office door swung opened with the doctor, himself, propping on the doorframe and psyched up to call over the imminent patient to pay a visit to his office and consult with him.

"Next!" The hoarse, rusty voice of the middle-aged doctor highlighted and Judy's toes curled up in her midnight black, modestly elegant Mary Janes, shoing her petite feet and squinting up her caramel brown orbs at the doctor until a senior woman in the beginning of her seventies lurched up to the doctor's office with a cane, supporting her weightless, howsoever, dead-tired due to the inevitable aging process figure."Mrs. Anderson!" The senior woman stepped inside the doctor's office, whereas the middle-aged man stepped aside, giving more space to the recently accepted patient.

"Damn!" The high schooler bleated a frustrated, impulsive groan under her breath, fortunately, solely distinctive for her, in order to not mortify herself in public and gritting her ivory, firm teeth and averting her eyes from the opened door. Frustrated pout twisted downward her roseate, chapped lips and moistening them with a mere, complacent lick after pivoting her strawberry-coloured, wet tongue, bearing a semblance of contouring a circle centrally.

In the meanwhile, the door shut closed in a mere, obnoxious slam. The background noises were an opulent variety. Bewails of desperate patients even children when they were being sedated. The despondent, breathless wails of future mothers' continous, headstrong pushes until their rays of sunshines emerged from their womb into the crudely cold huge world. The final, lethal wails of inmates before finding their own death on the bed. Despondent, disobedient blubbers of inner circle's relatives, encompassing their beloved relatives, family members or friends' bed as a final destination and grieving over their demises which were sooner or later. The first ever uncontrollable, shrilling baby cries. They composed rich variances and tunes of the ordinary hospital's symphony persistently. From the fraught timbres up to the euphoric and altering every undertone majorly or minorly at least.

"Hey!" All of a sudden, an unfamiliar young woman's voice echoed and bulked her by snapping the half-orphan out of her own world and barriers, thereafter lifting her caramel brown jewels from her feet up to the young woman that was seating against her. "You seem pretty impatient." The older lady was visibly in her early twenties with halo ringlet of gilded unruly, neatly combed strands, framing her oval, full profile with porcelain, fair skin tone that was highlighting exquisitely her youthful, gorgeous facial features like a scintillating, dim moonlight. First and foremost, her jewels were lapis lazuli, brightened by the yellow-lightbulb's-clad hallway of the facility. Her height was approximately 5'8 and her skeletal anatomy was readily longer, heavier and leaner, matching with her flabby stout soft fat, hypodermically clothing her arms, legs and torso, factly, she's recently in the second trimester. Last but not least, her birth town wasn't obviously Boston at all, judging her southern lilt and it was clearly New Mexican. Meanwhile, her spider white, elvish hands were resting on her bump, emboldeningly, steadily kneading and consoling the fresh life that was growing inside her womb and evoluting through the advancing days even weeks and months.

"Yeah, not gonna lie! It's so annoying to wait in front of the doctor's office and to wait for like hours unless they call ya by yar name." The high schooler's tongue crafted the words, limping backward and forward in her throat and afterwards transferring to her tongue, holding the stranger's sapphire blue irises with sheer honesty and naively though the purely inexorable gut feeling of being small, weak and vulnerable under Breana Madison's gaze.

"I know, dear! I want to be right now at home with my husband." A sheer vulnerability contoured Breana's facial attributes, woefully beaming at the juvenile blonde, whose lower plumpish lip was nibbled between her ivory, firm front teeth. "What's your name?" Her southern lilt accentuated her posed question, courtesy and altruism blazed her sufficiently widened indiscernible black pupils.

"Judy!" Her northern lilt, accenting her first name was quivering, whilst protracting an offered petite, creamy hand for a formal handshake though the amalgamation of unarguably unorthodox sensation of comfort, already found in nobody else than in other woman who's slightly older than her and being pregnant.

"Judy! I like it so much!" The New Mexican's facial features softened momentarily after pronouncing eloquently the half-orphan's rhythmical, original name with a blooming graceful smile, indicating her comfort and confidence in Judy's company. At the moment, they both bobbed their head in solemn agreement in unison. "It's nice to meet you, Judy! I'm Breana Madison or just call me on shorter Bri, if you think it's better for you!"

"Of course! That's quite interesting name, ya know!"

"I know!" The hoarseness, jubilance in their giggles didn't vanish in a jiff after shaking formally one another's hands. "What are you up to there? Are you struggling with anything physically?" Meantime, the both young women maintained an appropriate distance in seated position, scarcely having any intentions of averting their stares. The childlike inquisitiveness punctured Breana Madison's enquiry, the smile lingering vibrantly.

"Somewhat or rather, I've strange symptoms from the sort of," The pregnant woman's rosy-coloured, cherub lips seized in a pensive, attentive purse, whereas she was all ears and paying an utter attention to the adolescent. "Mood swings, drastic weight gain as I'm constantly hungry and it's unavoidable." Jude's breathing hitched surrealistically, biting her lip, whilst opting to sort her mind and her rationality to construct an intelligible utterance, although her penurious vocabulary and choice of words to construct one sentence that makes modicum of sense at least. "Let's not forget to mention the morning sicknesses as I wake up every morning before school to throw up in the bathroom. It's so obnoxious and I'm always tired." After propping her forehead with the pads of her delicate, dainty fingers and elbows grazing her mid-thighs, childlike embarrassment and sheepishness flushed her face with cherry blush, touching her well-carved, chubby cheeks. "I don't know what I'm being through. Is God punishing me for being a sinner?" Last but not least, Judy attempted to stifle resiliently the tears to glimmer her lower eyelids and sobs to break her facial expression.

"Do not blame yourself, Judy! I've been through this for months and what I can tell you is that," In the interval, the Bostonian's epidermis battered in violently electrifying goosebumps after sensing the New Mexican's fingers curled around her wrist, strong-willedly grasping to meet her recurring gaze. "You're pregnant!" Suddenly the half-orphan unwrapped her spider pale fingers that were propping her temple, subsequently landing her smoky quartz jewels on Breana's palish, parchment complexion. Her jewels flickered up widened in overwhelmed bewilderment and tongue-tiedness.

"I-I'm pregnant?" Timidness synchronized her stutter, slipping from her mouth and mopishness paralyzed her muscles, bones and mind.

"Yes, you're, Judy! These are the common symptoms of pregnancy." What it startled the young lady was the dynamic skirmish of pregnancy's symptoms, commonly occurring in the representatives of the same sex after engaging themselves in sexual acts. The heart rate rapidly rabid increased the pounds in her flimsy chest and the pulsations into her petite, sensitive ears. Moreover, the recalled memories of her first time with Timothy in their school's restroom after excusing themselves from Math class especially without protection was the crucial reason why galore of questions twiddled in her vortex of thoughts. "I was scared like you in first place that I and my husband aren't ready for a baby and what kind of parents we're going to be and it still insecures us." The velvetness of Breana's soothing symphony tingled angelic anthems in Judy's ears and meekly, insecurely bobbing her head. "But we're still happy together and being impatient to meet the little one within a couple of months."

"That's why I'm here! I want a professionalist to inform me in details what's going on with my body and what the hell I'm going to do afterwards."

"It's a waste of time to trapse yourself with doctors even when somebody, whom you trust as an adult or person who's been through this to inform you in details." With a deep breath, coursing the oxygen from the top of her brittle lungs, the older woman's fingers were stilling on the younger's wrist, subsequently managing to reach for her brittle, rigidly whitened knuckles consolingly massage them with the pads of her fingers. "And save your breath to consult with a doctor unless if something is urgently serious and you struggle seriously physically! It's a total waste of time! Go home! Relax!" In the meanwhile, Breana's other elvish, smooth as satin hand reached up for her chubby, well-sculptured cheek, cupping and palming it gingerly, featherly in the flat of her palm."Inform your inner circle especially the ones you trust mostly that you're having a surprise for them to be happy! There's nothing you must be ashamed of." Oddly, Breana's honeyed, mellow timbre, puncturing her consoling utterance provided unspeakable comfort, warmness and unbelievable reassurance, freezing her insecurities haphazardly, magically. The Bostonian lowered her glance to study the motion of the other blonde's comforting, amusingly warm spider fingers providing physical and mental comfort. Vaguely soft, beaming smile curled upon her roseate, cherub lips recklessly. "If you've any doubts of losing the baby or your both lives being endangered somehow, therefore the doctor can be your last hope, dear! Trust me, I'm completely sure the last thing you want to do right now is keep waiting for the doctor for hours even when you want to be at home or with your boyfriend or friends, I guess!" Meantime, the high schooler managed a docile nod in strong agreement, affirming the other young adult's exclaimation.

"It's true! I think I've to agree with ya, Bri! I've anticipated for like a few days up to today to go the doctor's office and seek professional council about the pregnancy and these odd symptoms." Infernally dark, sardonic snicker clicked the roof of Breana's mouth, stroking gently, lightly Jude's cheek and tracing her well-carved cheekbone with the pad of her thumb.

"They aren't odd symptoms, silly! It's a sequence of your pregnancy and the God blessing you're gifted with. For how long have you been pregnant?"

"A month, I guess!"

"Congratulations, Judy! You're in the first trimester and what I can advise you is to forget about the bad habits like smoking, drinking even doping yourself with drugs and whatever is chemical." An affable, light pat drummed on her feminine, dainty shoulder, grinning mischievously, friendly to the half-orphan. "I'm sure you're enough informed what you should avoid during the pregnancy."

"I think. Even more the stress."

"That's right! I knew it how lethally clever you're, darling!" After snorting an inward, soft inhale with her flexible nostrils, thus the juvenile blonde lifted up her rear from her seat and the amusing warmness and comfort which once clawed every ounce of her was replaced with commonly bloodthirsty coldness and loneliness. "Never think low of yourself and keep your feet on the ground!"

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--- A Handful of Hours Later or So ---

Tonight Judy was invited over her boyfriend's property to have a family dinner together which was a second nature for them once a week at least. Furthermore, Judy's mother was informed that her only daughter will be back at home slightly late, because of the family dinner in Howards' property. Last but not least, the Bostonian broke the news to her mother about the grandchild that Hazel was anticipating and will emerge within a several months. Initially, what the half-orphan thought was her mother wouldn't fathom and embrace with open arms the fact that she's going to be a grandmother in less than a year. Anyway the maid embraced with open arms as if she was on cloud nine after acknowledging her only child's pregnancy and persuading her to keep the baby instead of risking with abortions which not only will murder bloodily the fresh life that was growing inside, but cease her fertility for eternity and the great chances of pregnancy in the nearby future.

After the adolescent was warmly welcomed by the Howards and sitting against her boyfriend on the dining table, whereas Timothy's older brothers, John and William encircled the Bostonian unproblematically, kindheartedly, the entire family was gathered in the dining room at last.

The dining table was luxuriously adorned with crust of dishes, bowls of vegetarian potato salad, bottle of white wine and British kitchen meals in general, besides glasses for beverages. Tall candles were motionlessly sitting in the middle of the table for escalating the family's delighting, cozy atmosphere.

The hush was succumbed and hardly muted by the lavish soundtrack of chats between family members and acquaintances with the rough slap of heavy rain, pouring in the small city of Massachusetts' outskirts in the wee hours of the night. The luster, pungent fragrance of scrumptious dinner meals, white wine and green salad insatiably wafted across the nostrils, whose owners' mouths were salivating to savor a bite from the meals at least.

Within the minutes of silence and the hedonistically blatant slurps of savored mouth-watering bites from their dishes and swigged tiny sips of the white wine, suddenly the British compatriot's father Philipp broke the ice.

"You seem to act so particularly, Miss Judy!" Philipp's sharp emphasize of his rhetorical retaliation to the half-orphan powdered her well-carved, chubby cheeks with sweltering blush, crawling beneath her alabaster facial skin after girlishly coy glancing at the older man with a vague, half-hearted smile, decorating her face.

"Dad, don't embarrass Judy!" Timothy's older brother William's rebuking snap punctured his gentlemanly manners after confronting Philipp for despondending their invited guest. Coldhearted, hostile frown flatted downward William's lower pale lip, whilst his long, strong fingers were hooked around the silverware fork, grimacing his youthful, parchment complexion. "Leave her at peace to finish her own dinner meal!" The smug, blatant slurps of hungrily, eagerly devouring and munching the chunks of fish and chips in her hydrated mouth tingled apparent tunes into the young man's ears.

"Judy," Meantime, the British aristocrat attempted to draw his girlfriend's attention with addressing her. His cocoa brown embers blazed benevolent nonchalance and altruism which provided naturally, balmy comfort, warmness and love to the young woman. "You okay?"

"I guess." Low-spirituality spotlighted her vouch, ducking her head and gnawing on the raw spot of her lower plumpish lip demurely, glimpsing at the younger man.

"Tim!" The retired accountant cried out loud one of his sons' names sternly, throughout bulking his attention in no time.

"Yes, father?" In the meanwhile, Philipp cleared his throat gruffily with a dry cough after sipping from his glass of wine, his masculinely strong, pudgy fingers snaked around the glass.

"What on earth is going on with your girlfriend? I mean, she's constantly hungry as a bear and her behavior is just," Shrugging his masculinely bulky, broad shoulders in rebuke, whilst Timothy quirked a dark, thick eyebrow quizzically. "Peculiar! Is she pregnant or something?"

"What?" Spontaneous silence arched between the entire assemble, muting the vowels and syllables which were almost crafted by their tongues and limping backward and forward in their throats. Nonplus and ire pulsated into the juvenile future mother's petite-frame. What the teenager was fearing of was her boyfriend's whole family acknowledging her pregnancy and commencing to judge her and label her with diversity of negative labels which have nothing to do with her true identity. "Have you completely lost your mind, Philipp?" At the moment, Diana, Philipp's husband snapped curtly. "It's okay the adolescents to be slightly hungry than usually."

"But look what, Diana! Judy isn't as much hungry as the typical teenagers! In a New York minute she can eat the entire meal without any problem at all. Don't tell me that little slut is carrying our son's baby!"

"Philipp!"

"I think it's not a good idea to stay there!" In the meantime, the Bostonian got up from her seat and was on her way to walk away from the dining room without an ado.

"Judy! No!"

"Look what you did to the poor girl, asshole!" Diana's voice tone increased rapidly within a split second and unhesitantly baring balefully her teeth, shooting a grotesque, unforgiving glare at her husband, whereas the both high schoolers fled the dining room.

"Your father," All of a sudden, the blonde burst in tears, crystalline, fat tears rimming her eyelids and trickling downward on her cheeks, ducking her head shamefacedly, whilst her boyfriend drew her in a tight, doting hug to console her and rubbing her middle. Moreover, Judy was beyond speechless that the family dinner with her classmate and his inner circle was nothing than a failure especially Philipp reacting impulsively obnoxious to the news about the unborn child.

"Don't worry, my rare bird! Everything will be okay!" Meanwhile, her chin managed to rest on the top of his broad, youthfully muscular shoulder and her crystal, translucent tears drenching his convenient sweater and sensing the kindhearted embrace of strong, masculine arms, circling her middle. His sharp jaw rested on the top of her head and pressing a delicate, feather peck on her forehead. "It's unbelievable how yar father reacted about the baby we're expecting."

"Our baby?" In the interval, the half-orphan broke off the embrace with her lover and taking their time to admire one another's facial attributes and daubing with the pads of his fingers the stream of tears, staining with moistness her alabaster facial skin. She bobbed her head, confirming the good news for them as the British compatriot's heart leaped. "That's good news for us, my rare bird! You don't have any clue how much happy did you make me in less than a minute."

"I don't care what yar parents are going to say about our baby anymore, Timothy! It's just ours and only ours and it's their own problem if they overlook our happiness."

"It's true!" After capturing her soft as satin, roseate lips in a reassuringly loving, brief kiss, the last drying tears were daubed with his drenched fingertips, looking up at one another's embers.

"What about school? We'll graduate within a year,"

"Don't worry about school! My older brothers can also look after our one of a kind baby!"