Summertime in Paris

Nous Irons Bien

"you don't know what love is if you don't put up a fight,
you don't know what love is if you don't stay up all night."

~We'll be fine~

Savannah's POV:

I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

I'm... pregnant.

These words kept repeating in my head as I stared at the positive test in front of me.

This can't be happening.

A thousand thoughts came to my mind, all of them negative.

I didn't know what to do or what to think.

I'm way too young to have a baby, too young. There's so many things I haven't done yet like go to university and build a fucking career.

This was supposed to be the fun summer before going off to college and studying my ass off.

It's the worst timing ever. Ever.

Tears were forming in my eyes. I didn't want to believe it.

I should take another test, to make sure.

Thank God Laura reminded me to buy two cause I was really in no condition to run to the pharmacy again.

After a few minutes, I was waiting for the results once again. I took a deep breath and looked down at it.

Positive.

I cried.

This is it.
There's really a baby in me. And if I didn't decide to keep it, I'd be killing it.

It was too much to handle.

I hate that I have to make this decision and I hate myself for allowing it to even come to this, in the first place.

I should've been more careful, I should've taken birth control.

I should've thought about my future.

Suddenly, a knock at the door shook me away from my thoughts.

"Babe, are you in there?" Dan yelled through the door.

I sniffed. How do I even tell him?

"Savannah, are you crying?!" He panicked. "Why is this locked?"
He kept banging at the door.

I couldn't reply to him from my crying.

"Baby, what's going on? Open the door."

I got up weakly to unlock it.

Seeing him just made me lose it completely. I broke down in tears and pulled him into a hug.

He hugged me back tightly, wrapping his arms around me.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. "Did something happen to you?"

I shook my head. "I'm fine." I managed to say with my head buried in his chest.

He stroked my hair. "Than why are you crying? Babe, you're scaring me."

I took a deep breath and tried to stop crying.

I pulled away from the hug, getting ready to tell him.

He took a look at my face. "Is it because of our fight earlier? I'm sorry-"

I shook my head. "No, of course not."

My voice was shaky.

"We have a bigger problem than that."