Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 97

WARNING: This chapter contains discussions of abortion, in which it might be an uncomfortable and/or sensitive subject to some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

You can skip this particular part of the chapter (it's in the first scene) if you do not condone or not comfortable reading about this practice. Thank you.

Enjoy reading!

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1989

A YOUNG COUPLE situated themselves in the waiting area after the receptionist handed them the forms to fill out before they get ready for the ultrasound. It was the first week of May and there were a few patients that were waiting with them. Most of them being teenage girls.

The scent of disinfectant and the sounds of protests outside from conservatives made the 20-year-old woman feel queasy and anxious. It's better not being a mom than be a bad one, she reminded herself. But telling herself that had her stomach in knots.

Silver lining is, her partner never left her side, even when he was reluctant of her decision. By the end of the day, they knew to themselves that they weren't responsible enough. They proved that by their reason for being here in the first place.

Soon enough, the receptionist came back to fetch her, "Miss L/N, are you ready for your ultrasound?"

She responded with a nod. With that, her boyfriend gave her hand one last, gentle squeeze before she stood up from her seat.

She entered the clinic in a lab gown, the receptionist leaving her after informing the gynecologist that she was ready for her ultrasound. The atmosphere of the clinic made her stomach churn.

She just wanted this to be over. Needless to say, she did her best to listen to the doctor intently while they explained what's about to happen after their examination procedure.

She was pregnant for 3 weeks, which meant that she was going to be here for a couple of hours. Though she was at the point of feeling numb to care, as selfish as it may seem. It was the best she could do to keep herself away from vomiting out of her conscience -- to remove herself from her consciousness.

Because reminding herself that at times like this, where their future was still a blur, halting this growth; this pain; this unwanted pregnancy was for the best was not enough.

If it made the protestors feel better, the couple did carry the guilt on their shoulders. Especially the one who underwent the procedure. She carried the guilt along with unwavering depression and anxiety, regardless of no longer being with child and no longer feeding into sensual intimacy. Although they did go about their days like they always do, things never felt the same.

Constantly noticing and ignoring this simultaneously kept them from noticing their time flying by to where leaves began to fall one after the other. The crisp air during the eve before October was the only thing that made them realize that they were tired.

And so, they spent a day together at a park, first thing in the first Sunday morning of October. Taking a break from being adults who have yet to find the end of the dark tunnel through a simple picnic. For a moment, they've forgotten about what happened the last five months. They remembered that they were mere humans that were free to go on about their lives.

It wasn't until the clock struck the twelfth hour, that she felt her stomach tingle and flutter while she picked a handful of forget-me-nots around them.

At first, she thought she was just happy to be back in love with her partner. Until it began pounding excruciatingly.

Her shrills caught the public's attention to the point of surrounding her. The sporadic growth of her belly brought her boyfriend into a state of shock. From her torturous screams, the older women just knew she was going into labor.