Never in her life could Ana remember a time that two little lines, side by side, had frightened her like the ones before her eyes now did. It was more than just fear though that ate at her as she carefully set it down on the vanity. Her lips were pressed firmly together and, though she had no audience, she refused to cry. Numbly she stepped over to the shower in the corner and reached in to turn the water on before returning to stand in front of the mirror. She let her fingers toy for a moment with the ruffled hem of her skin tight nightgown, nibbling her lip as she shut her eyes with the memory of him pulling her on top of him just last night despite how tired he'd seemed to be when he had slipped in beside her. Of course that was not the cause of her current predicament, and she wished she could say it was someone's fault other than their own but she rather clearly remembered six weeks ago. They'd been in New York and it hadn't really been planned, rather perfectly spontaneous as a matter of fact. She'd made him take her dancing one night they were in the city and once she'd lured him onto the dance floor she'd come to the realization that she'd learned quite a bit from her favorite movie, Dirty Dancing. Only a few dances in they were both more than ready to go back and test his theory about the beds in their hotel room. Ana had thought they'd be ok with her being on the pill, but apparently that was not the case.

Pulling the gown on off and following it with her lacy underwear she tossed them in the wicker hamper. She started to step toward the shower but then she paused, gazing at her reflection and trying to imagine how she was going to look not so far in the future. She couldn't picture it though and honestly as she pulled her eyes away she could feel a bit of resentment well inside her. At what she wasn't sure, but she altogether loathed the thought of losing her figure, as was likely to happen. Her own vanity made that a painful enough thought and it was made worse by the thought that Jason would not see her the same. He'd say he did, for her sake, but it wouldn't be the same. She would change, she knew that, but she had thought it would be when she was twenty-four or twenty-five and ready for the change, not when she was only twenty and still wanting to be a kid herself. Stepping away from the mirror's mocking gaze, taunting her with what she would soon lose, Anabel stepped into the steaming shower and as was her custom only let the built-up tears go when the water already coursing down her face would mask them.

She took her time in the shower, not particularly concerned about making her classes. She'd already missed her morning classes anyway, she'd been too tired to get up when Jason had nuzzled her neck to tell her to wake her and mumbled something about not feeling like getting up. Before now she'd attributed how tired she was to stress, but obviously that wasn't it. She'd been nauseated all weekend, too, but she'd assumed it was just a minor stomach bug or something. When she finally did get out it was already eleven am and she figured by the time she got on campus she'd be able to make her afternoon classes and, if she could find him, somehow try to steal Jason away to some place private to tell him their... news. She didn't really care about making her afternoon classes regardless, though. As fate would have it she was going to have to drop out like her mom to take care of her baby. It wasn't like she was going to make Jason drop out to do it, though one or both of them were going to have to get a job of some sort as neither of them wanted to rely on their parents, mainly his, to pay for their kid. In short Ana would have to give up her dream and they'd probably see little of each other for the next few years. It was not an image that pleased her, but then again hadn't most of the unexpected changes in their relationship been hard to swallow at first.

Stepping out of the shower she wrapped herself in one of their turquoise towels, tucking it in around her chest and putting her glasses on. Her eyes were still to puffy from her crying and she didn't figure it was a good idea to put her contacts in. Pushing back the pocket door that led to the rest of her and Jason's bedroom she slipped into the larger closet and spent next to no time at all snatching a muted red tee shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, and black peep toe heels. Though she wasn't thinking about it as she changed and slid a ring on her right thumb and a few bracelets onto her wrist, someone that knew her as well as Jason would know instantly something was up. When she had obviously not spent a lot of time on her appearance but had tried to cover it up with little pieces of jewelry and four inch heels it always meant something was wrong. As though by making herself look shiny and elevating herself she could hide distract from how upset she was and the taller she was the higher her mood. Not that it ever worked.

Grabbing her keys out of the basket on the counter, she headed out to the garage where only her Chevy Cobalt was parked. Her heels rang against the pavement as she walked over to the black car and slid into its interior, brushing her somewhat damp blond hair back. It didn't really look wet, but it wasn't completely dry yet when she felt it. In California though, going out without blow drying her hair wasn't really a problem. Opening the garage door with the press of a button she started the car and slowly backed out, stopping to press the button again before shifting the car into drive. Her fingers were gripping the wheel to the point they were white, much like Jason had done the first time he'd driven after the wreck, only this time her nerves were for an entirely different reason. Ana honestly didn't know what Jason would say. Oh, she knew, of course, he wasn't going to leave her. Whether she was carrying his baby or not, he loved her and she knew that much. Her fear was more that he'd be angry or just as freaked out as she was, and, honestly, she didn't think she could deal with either. Right now she just really needed some support, even if he was faking it for her sake. It felt like her entire world was caving in and she didn't need him to cave with it.

As she drove on campus she checked the time and knew he'd be eating lunch right then. They ate lunch together on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, though they couldn't on the other days because Ana's psych class ran through when he had time to eat lunch. Today being Friday she'd normally be eating with him, but she had absolutely no appetite. Parking her car near the Cafeteria, she carefully got out and shouldered her purse, locking the car and squaring her shoulders. As she always did when she was trying to be strong she tipped her chin up a bit and with a long stride and the best air of confidence she could manage, approached the cafeteria. Brushing her fingers through her hair, she smiled slightly at the geeky looking guy that opened the door for her.

For a second she just stood at a distance, watching him. He was laughing with some of her other friends and she hated to have to take that happiness out of him. Not that she was going to do one of those amazingly selfless things and break-up with him without telling him. They'd already given the seperated option a try and it had been awful. At any other point in their life this kind of news would be good, wonderful even, but right now it was the farthest thing from that. Hesitantly she took a step and crossed slowly over to him, putting on a sweet smile at the people on the side of the table opposite him looking up at her. "Hey guys," she said with a touch of cheer that could have fooled anyone but her fiancé, and honestly, it might have flown over his head too. Resting her hand on his back she smiled a bit, scratching it through his shirt. "Can I talk to you for a second," she asked quietly, pausing before realizing she should probably clarify, "Alone."

TAGGED * mister jason irving
WORD COUNT * 1511
OUTFIT * here
CAR * chevy cobalt
NOTES * they're going out to one of their cars so i started it here since the majority is going to be there, but i didn't want to keep going and going.

An almost apologetic look flashed across Annie's faux smiling face when her eyes met Jason's. That sweet, smiling, attractive face and the way his eyes lit up at the site of her almost hurt, simply because she was so sure that what she had to tell him would change everything between them. It was almost a relief when his eyes dropped off her face and fell to her figure, though by then she had moved her eyes away to who he was sitting with and her smile was back in place, missing his observation of her simple red tee and skinny jeans. She knew all eyes were on them as she asked him if they could slip off for a minute to talk, but she pretended that their friends' conversations hadn't just stopped. They would find out when the time was right. Their families, it seemed, they should go ahead and tell, but their friends could wait a bit longer. If nothing else they'd all figure it out when a little baby bump made its appearance. Lifting her head from where it was dipped down closer to his she offered a smile to their friends, one of those 'everything is ok, really' looks, and stepped back a bit to let Jason get up. She lingered for a moment, waiting on him and then she walked with him so he could throw his lunch away. She wasn't surprised by that; he didn't eat when he was upset and he apparently had figured out there was some sort of reason for him to be concerned.

It was rather comforting to have his arm around her waist and she leaned just slightly into him as they walked out of the cafeteria. She thought to go ahead and say something to reassure him, able to see his mind working furiously behind his dark eyes as they scrutinized her face. Instead she just dropped her blue eyes away and focused on her black peep toe pumps, letting him lead her to wherever he wanted to go. Her mind was, like his, running a mile a minute, though in her case she was instead trying to figure out what to say. Whether she should ease into it or just flat out say it. She didn't want to shock him, but she didn't know if it was good to pussy foot around such an important issue. Her eyes looked up from the pavement as he led her to his car and leaned back against it, a pessimistic half-smile crossing her lips.

Leaning her full weight against him as he pulled her to him, relaxing in the well-known feel of his hips against her belly and his arms so tightly holding her to him. She slid her arms around his waist after a moment and turned to rest her cheek against his chest, feeling the tears well in her eyes. She was afraid to say it; as always she was being her cowardly self. Her teeth clamped down on her lip as she heard his words and felt his chest rumble a bit with them. Her left hand that was resting on his back curled in a fist, holding his shirt firmly as she shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Jay," she mumbled before turning and resting her chin on his chest, her eyes slowly turning up to look at him, her hand releasing his shirt from its iron grip. Her normally composed face began to crumble a bit before she finally answered him in a half-whisper, "Jason, I'm pregnant." She didn't let her eyes linger long enough to see his reaction, dropping her face instead back against his shirt with a little suppressed sob.

Her sob was tear-less, her tears already gone from her hour long shower, and she groaned a bit, her weight dropping against him more heavily again. "Oh," she breathed out, waiting for him to say or do something, anything, though she supposed he was as in shock as she had been when she first saw the double lines show up on the little home pregnancy test. After what felt like an eternity but really couldn't have been more than a minute, Ana turned her head to look up at him with a distressed look, her eyes gazing into his and reading his emotions in a second. She let out a deep breath, her teeth nibbling on her lip, waiting for him to say something that confirmed what she already knew from his eyes. If she had thought she was scared before she was even more terrified now as her eyes dropped from his face again, wishing their silence would end.

TAGGED * mister jason irving
WORD COUNT * 775
OUTFIT * here
NOTES * grr.

A little grunt left her as he tightened his arms around her, not sure why he was holding her that tightly. It hadn't really dawned on her that she'd left him enough time to invent several possible scenarios or that the thought had never crossed his mind. It had for Ana a good many times, simply because it was her that a pregnancy would affect most. They would have to deal with it together, of course, but it was Annie that would carry the baby, Annie that would have to give up her life, and worst of all, it was Annie that would carry the shame of their out of wedlock pregnancy. Though it was more common place now, there were still people that would judge her for having a protruding belly and no second ring yet on her finger. The only fix to that was to rush their wedding or elope, but it wasn't as though they could really hide it. Someone, perhaps everyone, would figure it out. The alternative though, keeping their wedding date wasn't much better. Walking down the aisle six months pregnant was certainly not the look she had hoped for, nor was she particularly psyched to spend her honeymoon trying to work around her belly, unable to be together as they normally would. It was a lose-lose situation with no one to blame but themselves. They had known good and well the risks of not preventing this predicament with the utmost precaution, and they'd ignored them, for which Ana currently loathed herself.

Half-wailing into his shirt like a small child, the comforting feel of his arms holding her tighter for a moment then letting her go distracted her from the river she was wanting to cry. She frowned when he said everything was going to be fine. He couldn't know that and he couldn't possibly understand how upset she was. She felt like she had lost her footing and had nothing to stand on anymore. "You're not the one that's going to get fat and old," she mumbled begrudgingly, not sure if he could hear her with her face so close to his chest. Her superficial mind really hadn't moved far past that. She knew maternal instinct would kick in for her, so that wasn't much of a concern. She had had virtually no responsibilities when she'd moved in with Jason after his accident and she'd adjusted well enough. A baby was a bit different, but she figured it couldn't be a much bigger adjustment, not by itself. It was that on top of having to quit school, she was most definitely fighting Jason if he brought up putting his education on hold, and give up her wedding and the life she'd pictured. It was scary because she'd never expected this to be her reality. She knew it happened, she just didn't think it would happen to her.

She let him hold her, a hand on the back of her blond head and the other rubbing her back in a way that truly did relax her even at her most stressed. A little sigh left her as his fingers touched her chin and made her face him, pressing his lips to hers. She actually met his eye for the first time since she'd told him, nodding her head slightly. "I love you, too," she said back softly, a firmness in her voice that disappeared as soon as she added onto that, shaking her head, "But I'm just not that sure." She let him hold her for a few moments longer, her eyes staring sideways down at the pavement. She was glad he was supportive and not asking her to do anything she simply couldn't do to her own child, like get an abortion, but she found it wasn't enough to convince her to expect anything less that a horrible change in events.

Ana shrugged a bit as he lifted off of the car and she straightened her short frame, letting him lead her to the other side of the car. She cast a quizzical look at him, but she figured leaving her car over the weekend wouldn't really hurt anything. Driving wasn't an activity she felt like bothering with right now, nor was arguing, so she accepted his kiss and slid in. Dropping her blond head against the warm glass of the passenger's window, she watched him walk in front of the car, his hand running through his hair like it did when he was worried. Anabel shut her eyes as he got in next to her, finding that despite her extra sleep she was still exhausted. Actually, she just plain didn't feel well, but it didn't dawn on her that could be because of stress and not pregnancy. The thing that sounded best to her right now was to put on a bathing suit and go sit in the jacuzzi for a good long soak. Dropping her eyes down onto her figure again she scowled. Slipping into one of her tiny little string bikinis would just be gross in another five or six months and after that she wasn't going to have a flat, well defined stomach, just a flabby slightly poochy one with stretch marks, unless she got lucky like Heidi Klum.

Crossing her arms over her chest in a self-conscious kind of way, Anabel sat in silence, not sure what more there was to say. She was so caught up in her own fears and anger she didn't know what to say to him or to anyone. It wasn't that she was completely dreading everything about this change in events, Ana could acknowledge that there would be good things too. She had wanted kids for a pretty long while now and she'd wanted it especially since getting with Jason since before that point she'd never been able to picture finding a suitable father for her kids. If the timing were better she truly would be happy but it came at such a bad time for both of them. She didn't want to give up her education or her wedding, but she would have to do both and it sucked, plain and simple, and that was on top of her worries for what their kid was going to think. No kid liked figuring out their parents had had them before they were married and thinking that was why their parents were together. Anabel looked over at his as he squeezed her thigh, deciding she might as well try his optimism. It wasn't as though raging at her predicament would fix anything.

Undoing her seatbelt as he parked in the garage she waited, knowing he would open her door for her. She smiled just slightly at him, walking just slightly before him and feeling his fingers on her back. When they dropped away and he headed to let the dogs out onto the lanai she flopped herself down on the sofa, curling up in a ball. She fell into him as he wrapped her up, sighing and feeling like she wanted to cry, though she wouldn't let herself. She was on the verge, however, when she heard a loud splash from outside and she laughed, knowing it was her Great Dane launching himself into their pool. She shook her head, sobering as he mentioned calling their parents. "We're having dinner with Mamá tonight," she said with a shrug, "We can tell her then. I guess when she wants to know why I'm not drinking." She picked up the phone from the table beside her and handed it to him, looking at him apprehensively. She couldn't help but dread telling the Drs. Irving; she knew as well as Jason they would not be pleased. "Why us? Why now," she muttered with a frown, brushing a hand through her hair. She was struggling to see the light in this situation again, faced with telling his disapproving parents and later her own mother.

TAGGED * mister jason irving
WORD COUNT * 1326
OUTFIT * here
NOTES * my muse is bipolar, apparently.

She sighed when he said she wasn't going to get old from being pregnant, shaking her head a bit. "Old's not the right word," she said slowly, thinking, "Boring. Unattractive. Mom-like. I'm not ready for that," she muttered, not that she had a choice in the matter. While Jason might not come to see her that way, other people would and she didn't like that. She didn't want her friends leaving her out because she had to take care of the baby and she didn't want to lose that sex appeal that got her what she wanted much easier that if she weren't pretty. Worse than that though, they both would have to grow up. They couldn't take spontaneous vacations in the summer or go on dates without finding a babysitter.

Her eyebrows rose when he said what he was about to say was going to make him sound like a girl, not really surprised by that as he laughed. He was sensitive, but Anabel liked that about him. She looked up at him with a little laugh when he said he thought pregnant women were cute. With a surprised, humored tone to her voice she asked him incredulously, "You have a pregnancy fetish?" That could make the next seven or so months a bit more bearable if he was all over her half the time. At least until she got really big and then that might be a bit difficult, though not impossible. "Well, there's one good thing out of this, right," she teased with a little laugh that wasn't all there. She would much prefer if they had never slipped up to begin with. Not having to bother for a few months didn't nearly make up for their mistake.

Anabel shrugged a bit when he said he was terrified. She wasn't surprised. It was scary what they were having to face; anyone in their situation would feel that way. Everything was going to change for them and that was just plain upsetting. She watched him until he slowly brought his eyes back to her, her eyes flicking over his face. He was clearly determined to make this work and she was glad they were both committed. She nodded slightly at his words, her voice quiet as she stared solemnly at him, "Ok then." They would do whatever it took for this baby that couldn't be much bigger than Ana's engagement ring. They had made it in love, and that love, for each other and for their child, would be what made the next seven months and then the next eighteen years possible.

A small, somewhat amused smile crossed her face when she realized his dark face had paled at her mention of dinner with her mother. It was a shame he hadn't been warned her mom was nuts before he'd fallen in love with her. Setting the phone in his hand she nodded a bit when he said he should probably call his parents, figuring it was best to get it out of the way as soon as possible. It wouldn't make it any easier to wait. A 'hah' escaped her and she set a hand on his thigh. "You'll be fine," she said, having no idea if she could at all promise that. She'd never tried to tell her mother she was pregnant, never mind with the father of her child sitting there beside her man-hating mother. "She," Ana paused, trying to think of something positive to say, before her face broke into a little smile and she simply had to laugh, "Well, she hates you." It wasn't entirely true. Mariana's opinion was constantly changing, seemingly by the day. Some days it was as though she couldn't say a nice word, but then there were others when she was in a better mood and though she was in no way loving toward him, Ana could tell that when it came down to it she really did approve, she was just afraid for her daughter. It was understandable, Annie would have the same fear with her own kids, regardless of who they were with.

She smiled at him as he affectionately kissed the top of her head, watching him stand and start to dial their number. Her body slid a bit further back into the cool leather of their couch, her red shirt slipping up and sending a little shiver up her back. Ana didn't really expect an answer to her distressed mumbling and she looked up and just nodded a bit when he said everything happened for a reason. His wreck had kept them together and their break-up had certainly taught them how to appreciate each other. There were a lot of things that just didn't make sense when they happened, but they ended up having some purpose in the end. Ana could only pray it was true in this case, too, as she watched him pace across the rug in front of her. He didn't have to do it on his own, Annie would happily let him sit there with the phone on speaker, but since he wanted to do it himself, she wouldn't say anything. Watching him, Ana was thankful she would not have to face her mother's disappointment. Honestly, it was kind of impressive she'd avoided this predicament for so long, and anyway, Ana herself had been a mistake. Granted, her parents had been married, but they also hadn't wanted kids at all. Not to mention, with a glass of wine in her thin tanned fingers, Mariana was a much more agreeable person than normal, something Ana had discovered in her teen years.

Her eyes followed him like a cat's as he paced. A sigh left her lips as he greeted him with a voice that quavered a bit, though only she could tell since the phone wouldn't transmit something so subtle. She watched curiously as he chatted aimlessly, knowing he was trying to avoid their news, to no real avail. A distressed little moan left her lips, one he wouldn't be able to hear on the other side of the room, when he asked to speak with his mom and suggested they put the phone on speaker, his lisp clear as it usually was when he was uneasy. Her ears perked as he stuttered, hoping he was tactful when he finally got it out, but of course, being a man, that seemed to be an impossible task. She winced as he just blurted it, shifting on the couch into a sort of strung out ball and wishing she could just disappear. This Thanksgiving was bound to be miserable if they still intended on coming out to see their son and his knocked-up fiancée.

Not a sound came from Annie after that as he turned his back to her, she supposed to hide his face, and she just waited for the conversation, or whatever was happening on the other end of the line to end. She knew good and well they were most likely admonishing him, and though they had good reason to, Ana wished they'd let him be. He was stressed out enough as it was and it weren't as though they could change the situation at this point. The Irvings didn't seem like the sort to condone abortion, and adoption just didn't seem right in this instance. Her silence broke with a little ugh noise when he said something about how he should have stopped on the way back to the hotel. The thought of her future in-laws thinking about their son having sex with her just kind of creeped her out. Ana never said anything straight to her mother for any reason. It was known, of course, but she never straight out said it because it was just too awkward in her opinion. She dropped her head a bit more, her cheeks coloring, as she eavesdropped, only looking up when he paused to tell them he loved them before hanging up the phone.

Ana's blue eyes were gentle as he sat down beside her, completely defeated. She shifted closer, reaching up to run her fingers gingerly through his dark curls, nodding a bit when he said it was what he expected. She leaned even closer to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before resting her head on his shoulder and letting her hand fall from his hair. "It'll be easier," she murmured when he mention telling her mom. A shrug swept her shoulders, "I was a complete accident and she was the same age. There's not much she can say." Her head shook at the irony of that. It just figured she'd make the same exact mistake. Mother like daughter, right?

She pulled away a bit to look at him better when he said something about looking for a job. Anabel's eyebrow raised and she gazed at him. They hadn't had this conversation yet, but to her the answer was obvious: she should be the one to give up her education. "Well, I guess if you really want a night job... But I'm sure we'll be fine on just my income," she said slowly, with a little shrug. It wouldn't be cheap managing the expenses of preparing for their baby, but one income would be good enough. If no one else would hire her, Eligio would, and like her mother Ana knew he'd have no problem paying her more than she deserved. She truly wasn't concerned about trying to find work; she'd do anything for her baby already and it wasn't even real to her yet. Whatever happened she refused to let Jason give up his college. They were going to need that hundred thirty grand in a few years much more than they needed a significantly small sum now.

TAGGED * mister jason irving
WORD COUNT * 1631
OUTFIT * here
NOTES * huh, the word count surprised me.

His blushing cheeks made Ana laugh, just slightly. She certainly hadn't meant it in the creepy way, at least she hoped he wasn't that way. She wanted attention, not idolatry for her belly, cute as it might turn out to be. "Well not a fetish fetish," she explained with a little smile, squeezing his waist. She'd consider herself to have a doctor fetish and their Halloween had only proven that, but it wasn't anything weird exactly. It just really turned her on. Her head nodded when he said he found it attractive. That was all she wanted, anything more would be strange. She tried to joke about it, but it was obvious she wasn't even particularly optimistic about that. If she started feeling like she had last weekend all the time she doubted she'd be interested in sex for a good long while. Her eyes shot down in a kind of ashamed way at his response; she so wanted to be happy, but this baby was going to make her give up next to everything and she hated that. She just couldn't get excited right now. She would eventually, but right now she couldn't really see clearly. "I know," she finally said quietly, her blue eyes staring up at his with an unsure, but trusting gaze.

Anabel smiled a small sympathetic smile at his bitter laugh, lifting her hand off his thigh and running it through his hair from the temple back. Leaning in to give him a kiss, she shrugged, "Well I love you. She can't change that,," the blond said with a half smile, her fingers running down to his neck, "And anyway, my mom's not really like that. She knows it takes two." She let him slip away to break the news to his own parents, knowing it would in many ways be harder for him. It wasn't that the Irvings were perfect, but it was in some ways, through Ana's eyes, like they expected things to be that way and this certainly wasn't perfect. She knew they wouldn't be nearly as supportive as her mother, who had been in a very similar situation herself twenty-one years ago. She tried to tell him that when he sat back down, calming Annie's beating heart, though she didn't really feel like he was listening. Men never really did, though.

She shook her head when he asked if this was week six, her eyes shut, relaxed against him. "Eight," she said quietly, feeling his eyes shift onto her. She snorted slightly, not even having to see him to know how he was looking at her, since they hadn't been sleeping together eight weeks ago. "You count from your last period. Eight weeks," she informed him passively, her head nodding when he said they needed to get her a doctor's appointment. That she supposed she could get excited about. Seeing their baby would be neat. She tried to pick her brain for a moment, realizing she really didn't know much aside from when her friend Shakira had gotten herself knocked up their senior year in high school. "We probably need to get one of those 'What to Expect' books, too," she suggested, figuring they could leave early for her mom's and run in Barnes and Noble. Just because she was a woman didn't mean she knew much more than he did.

Ana's eyes narrowed at his explanation of his plans, her head slowly beginning to shake. She pulled her body further from him, making it clear enough with her body language she was definitely not down with his plans. Her mouth opened a bit, starting to cut him off when he said they could talk about it later. Sometimes, it was nice that he tried to put things out of the way, but this wasn't something they needed to put off. It had to happen, and this was something they needed to go on and figure out. "I," Annie stuttered, her head still shaking back and forth, "No. No. You're not." Slowly, she slid off the couch to stand, planting her hands on her hips, "I won't let you do that. It doesn't make any sense. We're going to need your salary in a few years." She stared at him with one of those utterly determined looks, even though she knew he could muster his own quite easily, but Annie had logic on her side, at least in her mind. If he quit now he'd never go back; going back had always been her mom's intention and she was certainly not a businesswoman now. She completely ignored his question about dinner as she kept on, "I want to actually see my baby, and the only way to do that is for me to find some kind of flexible work option." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, recalling her mother screaming at her father that he'd ruined her life, tears springing to her eyes as she was already overly emotional. "And I won't have you resenting me or the baby," she said with her voice raised into that irrational, borderline shriek, turning away as she could feel her blood pressure rising, and she knew that couldn't possibly be good for her or the baby.

Stalking away to the double doors seperating their room from the rest of the house she slammed them shut behind her, just for good measure and moved to her bed, flopping down with a long, heavy sigh. She hated fighting with him, she really did, but she refused to let him quit school. She would be fine with it, really. Ana wasn't half as smart and her dream certainly wasn't as strong as his. She could finish her school when the baby was old enough, but medical school would require Jason's full attention, not just when he wasn't working and being with his family, if family time would even be in the picture at all. She would much rather him spend time with the baby than time with her if it came down to that, though she knew that would kill their relationship faster than anything. Running her fingers through her blond hair, she pulled at the strands, letting out another deep breath. They had hours until they had to be at her mom's and if he wanted to fight the whole time Ana didn't really care, but she knew she had to keep herself as calm as possible. It was one of those changes she'd have to make, whether she liked it or not.

TAGGED * mister jason irving
WORD COUNT * 1088
OUTFIT * here
NOTES * meh.