Accidents Happen

Episode 2

"I'm Pregnant."

The silence that followed that miniscule sentence was deafening.

You knew he had heard you. He had immediately stiffened, and you could hear that he had stopped breathing. His hand was shaking in shock.

Oh fuck. What is wrong with him? He hasn't said anything for a few minutes, now. Is he alright? Why hasn't he moved? "Peter? Are you okay?"

"How do you know?" He asked, voice strained. He let go of the hand he was still holding and put his head in his hands.

You turned to your purse, taking out the folder, "I kept getting sick. I knew something was wrong – I just hoped it wouldn't be this, of all things. I saw the doctor."

"And?"

You handed him the folder, "Spotting but no period, dizziness, headaches, vomiting... I had all the signs. I went to Planned Parenthood. They confirmed it, had me do an ultrasound, and handed me a folder of pamphlets on options and do's and don'ts."

He opened the folder and stared at it for a few minutes, looking through all of the pamphlets. Then, he slowly picked up the ultrasound pictures. He immediately put the pictures back in the folder and dropped the folder onto the bench. After a long, but shaky breath, he turned to you, "What options do we have?"

You shook your head, "Abortion, adoption, or keeping it." You stood up, biting your thumbnail and starting to pace, "I don't know what option to take."

"We're sixteen." He breathed out, rubbing his face with his hands, "We aren't ready for a baby. We haven't even been dating that long." He stopped, standing up, "I thought you were on the pill?"

Ah crap. "I-I was." You turned away, wrapping your arms around yourself, "I missed a pill. From camp. I forgot them at home."

"What the hell, Y/n!" He carded his hands through his hair in frustration, "Isn't that something you should have probably told me before we had sex?"

"I didn't know until later! I thought if I took two, I would be fine!" You said defensively, "Don't act like this is all my fault! You didn't use any forms of contraception, either!"

"Because I knew you were on the pill!" He shouted, standing up and letting out a frustrated groan, "Whatever! We both fucked up. Takes two to tango. What do we do, now?"

"I don't know!" You sobbed out, sitting back down on the bench, "I can't be a mom! I don't even know what it's like to have a mom – let alone be one!" You put your face in your hands and let the anxiety and panic take over. Sobs wracked your whole body, and you didn't know what the hell to do.

Peter crouched in front of you, pulling you into his arms. "Babe, calm down." His hands ran up and down your back in a soothing motion, much like he did any other times you cried in front of him – which was not often. "We'll figure it out."

"I don't know what to do." You whispered, pressing your face into his neck and hiccupping, "I'm not ready for this."

"So that scratches out one option, then." He pulled back a little, "Can I say something, without you getting upset?" You nodded. "I think we should pick abortion."

"Can I ask why?" You sniffed, wiping your face with your sleeve.

"We both aren't ready to be parents, for one thing." He said, getting up to sit next to you, "And I don't think it would be wise to do adoption, because... I don't know if it will be affected by... me. Do you get what I'm saying?"

You nodded, clearing your throat. "I wondered about that."

"What do you think?" He grabbed your hands, "This isn't just my decision. What do you think about all of this?"