One of your hands kept a firm grip on your cell phone, the other holding your positive pregnancy test. You placed the phone on top of the counter, turning on the speaker option. Allison's voice rang out over the phone, concerned. "Well? What does it say, Y/N?" You knew Lydia, Kira, and Malia were all crowded around the phone, listening anxiously to your answer, which you sighed out in defeated.
"It's positive." There was silence on both ends, ruptured by Lydia's sharp intake of breath. "I'm pregnant," you repeated, more to yourself than to the girls. You could hear them whispering on the other end, telling each other to be quiet in not so hushed voices. You grabbed your phone off the counter, slumping down to the floor and holding your head in your hands. "I have to tell him, don't I?"
"Well... yes," said Kira hesitantly, causing you to groan into your hands. "He won't take it bad, will he? Stiles isn't like that. I'm sure everything will be fine," she reassured you, always the optimist. Then came Malia, voicing your innermost thoughts in her blunt manner as per usual.
"Or he could flip out and run away screaming." You heard someone groan loudly, probably Lydia, and then Allison took the phone away from all of three them. "Malia is just joking, Y/N. Everything is going to be perfectly fine. And even if things don't go exactly as you hope, we're here for you. Always."
"What would I do without you girls?" You wondered, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Probably explode," you told her, earning a laugh on the other end. "Stiles is coming over in a little while, anyway. We were going to hang out. I guess I have to change the plans now, right?" You laughed nervously.
"It'll be fine, Y/N," Allison repeated, and you knew she was smiling comfortingly like she always did even though you couldn't see her. "Good luck, love you."
"Love you, too." You opened the bathroom door after hanging up, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and beginning to freshen up. You did your best to pull off the look that said, 'No, I wasn't just flipping the fuck out an hour ago, what are you talking about?' You washed your face, took deep breaths.
There was still no way to calm you down. You were pregnant. You were nineteen, you were pregnant with your best friend's baby, and you had absolutely no idea how he was going to react because he was unpredictable and crazy relatively all of the time.
There was a part of you that knew he wouldn't totally abandon you... but there was another part of you that disagreed. Stiles was almost twenty, you both had your whole life ahead of you, this could ruin everything. You absentmindedly rubbed your hand along your stomach. You didn't want to give up your baby.
You heard the sound of keys jingling in the doorway to your apartment. Stiles had his own key, and used it frequently. "Y/N? You didn't ditch me did ya?" He called, smiling broadly when you walked out of your bedroom. You forced your own smile, hugging him hesitantly. He pulled away slowly, his face scrunched.
"What's wrong? You feeling okay?" His hand still cupping your face, he leaned in unwittingly, examining your expression for any sign of illness. "Are you sick?"
"No, no, not really," you replied uneasily, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the couch. He looked thoroughly confused and somewhat alarmed, which was pretty understandable. "I-I just need to, um, you know... tell you something. About me. And you... if you want, of course, I mean... I can't force you to do anything but you know, um, i-it's not a big deal. I mean, it is... but, I don't know-" He gently covered your mouth with his hand, amusement in his eyes.
"You can tell me anything," said Stiles. "Is... is it about what happened at Lydia's party? Listen, it doesn't have to mean anything... we were drunk, ya know? Really, really drunk. Things happened, but we don't have to discuss it further. Unless you want to."
