Bangkok.
Saint blinked his eyes open. The sudden movement made his head throb.
"Oh my God, Son! You're awake." Jew whispered from beside him. He was laying on his bed with Jew sitting on a chair holding on his hand.
"Mae?" Saint rasped out.
"Are you alright? Here, drink some water." Jew said while nursing him a glass of water.
The cold water soothed his dry throat and made him more awake. "Mae, I'm so sorry," He croaked.
Jew sighed heavily before holding on his arm. "Son, answer me honestly okay?"
Saint nodded his head slowly.
"Have you did it with him?"
Saint blushed but nodding his head nevertheless.
Jew sighed again pinching her nose bridge. "Did you- did he use protection?" She asked hopefully.
"Yes." He bit his lower lips, "But not always," he looked down in shame.
"Son" Jew said carefully, her grip on his arm tightened. "You could have..."
Saint snapped his head up staring at Jew with watering eyes.
"Here," Jew said giving him two small boxes of test. She looked into Saint's eyes with pity.
Saint frowned biting his lower lip, "But mae, I don't think-"
"Saint-" Jew said like a warning. "Just do it okay?" She whispered.
Saint took them with shaky hands and made his way to the bathroom, leaving Jew in his room to wait for him. He chose the last stall at the end of the toilet and locking himself in. He finally peed on the sticks then set it on the counter on top of toilet paper before taking a seat on the closed lid of the toilet.
His hands were shaking while waiting and when he thought that the time was long enough, he stood up with shaky legs and grabbed the sticks. He furrowed his brows at what he saw, not understanding what it meant until he read the instructions again. That's when he dropped both of the sticks and his eyes filled with tears. Two pink lines.
"Oh, God." He whispered in tears. He wrapped the sticks in toilet paper with shaky hands before heading back to his room.
Saint opened the door and handed Jew the sticks wrapped in toilet paper. She looked at it nervously but took it anyway gasping when she saw the two pink lines. She knew what they meant, had gone through it before. Those two pink lines meant her only son, her 18 year olds son was indeed pregnant.
"What am I gonna do mae? Please tell me!" Saint said, tears falling from his eyes like a stream by the minutes.
"And Perth..." Saint said rubbing on his temple, the idea of telling Perth making him dizzy.
Jes immediately went to his side and rubbed his back softly. "My poor baby, I'm sorry for yelling at you. It's gonna be ok Son, it's gonna be okay."
"I don't know," he croaked out, cheeks red and wet with tears.
"But your boyfriend, you have to tell him Saint. It's his baby too and he has a right to know." Jew coaxed.
Saint wanted to throw up again. Perth was the father and he did need to know. And soon.
"But what if he leaves me?" Saint whispered quietly staring into his mother's eyes while wiping the tears from his cheeks.
"Then I will castrate him." Jew snapped. She would not tolerate Perth knocking her son up and leaving him with a baby in his tummy.
