#teenage pregnancy

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Talk. || baby daddy!Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

[MASTERLIST]

Rating: M Words: 2.2K~ Pairing: dad!gaz x mother!reader CW: canon-typical violence, events of MW2019 (references), CHILD DEATH (mentioned), pregnancy, underage!! pregnancy, some cultural/religious judgements regarding underage/out-of-wedlock pregnancy, birth (references). Tags: you/your pronouns, (reader implied female because 'mum', 'mama' and other nicknames are used + mentions of pregnant!user), hurt/comfort, fluff?, military inaccuracies I'm sure. Summary: Gaz and the reader are co-parents of a 10-year-old girl (the result of a teen pregnancy). Gaz calls home to talk to his family and he's having a bit of a breakdown after a mission. a/n: This happens in the MW2019 game timeline, somewhere after the Butcher's interrogation. NOT PROOFREAD, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

“SIMISOLA RUBY GARRICK, I WILL NOT CALL YOU AGAIN, GET DOWN HERE!” You shout at the top of your lungs, your voice reverberating all the way to the upper floor of your small townhouse.

“IN A MINUTE!” The girl’s voice calls out from upstairs for the… umpteenth time in the last 10 minutes.

“I swear, Kyle, this girl will be the death of me one of these days.” You tell him. “I’m not well-equipped to deal with a teenager.” You grumble as you look at Kyle’s face on the phone screen.

“She’s not a teen yet, lovie.” He retorts with a little smile. “She’s only 10.” He reminds you.

“She’s teenager enough for my taste. Bloody ignoring me whenever I call her!” You reply with a bit of a huff.

“She’s gettin’ older.” He says simply. “You tellin’ me you obeyed your mum every day at her age?” He asks.

“No, but…” You trail off and sigh, dejectedly. “I hate when you make sense, you know that?” You retort, glaring right at him with your best attempt at the ‘mum stare’, but it’s not as effective through the phone.

“Sorry, mama. One of us has to.” She adds with a mischievous smirk on his full lips. He knows how much you like it when he calls you that.

“Shut it, Garrick, I don’t want to hear it.” You retort and you can hear, and see, him giggling on the other side.

From the way the area around him has gotten progressively darker as you spoke for the last 30 minutes, you can tell he’s somewhere out East, somewhere where the sun is starting to set, since in Birmingham it’s only 3 P.M. and still fully bright outside.

“How’s the OP goin’?” You ask despite knowing that he’s not allowed to say anything about it so he simply shoots you a look before raising his fingers to bring a cigarette to his lips, taking a good long drag.

“It’s goin’ fine enough.” He adds and shrugs, before looking off to the distance just off-camera. He’s… lying. You can tell from the way his eyes furrow and his scarred cheek scrunches in frustration.

Turning your head back up, you aim your eyes at the stairs. “BLOODY FUCKIN’ HELL, SIMI, DAD’S ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!” You announce to what, at this point, has to be the ghosts that kidnapped your daughter because she refuses to come downstairs.

Your ears pick up on the sound of her bedroom door flying open and her feet taking her through the carpeted hall and down the steps.

You watch her coming through the vintage, little pass-through window in your kitchen. “Did’ya say dad?!” The dark-skinned girl says as she comes sliding around the corner and into the room.

“Oh, THAT lights a fire under your arse, innit? But not all those other times I told you to come down? What if I was dying, huh?” You scold her and she immediately smiles the same impish smile your baby daddy is sporting on the phone screen. He loves seeing you be maternal.

“Sorry, Mamsie.” She says while showing absolutely no regret at all in her young features. Shaking your head, you pass the phone over to Simi, whose face lights up at the sight of Kyle. “Dad!”

“Oi, kiddo!” You hear Kyle say through the phone as Simisola takes the phone with her down to the sitting room and parks herself on the sofa, talking about all sorts of things with her dad.

You watch her for a moment through the pass-through window. She’s bouncing excitedly, talking about school, her mates, her grades… It’s not often she gets to talk to Gaz, less even that she gets to see him.

Sometimes you wonder if the unpredictability of his job is going to mess her up one day. I mean, her chances of that are already high enough considering the two of you are merely 28 and have been raising her since you were still kids yourselves… But the fact he’s more gone than around in her day-to-day life is bound to mess her up too…

Maybe you should get her into some therapy, just in case.

But then again, she seems surprisingly unaffected by all of this. She’s healthy, smart, sweet… a bit of a smartass (she takes after her dad in that)... And above all else, she seems... happy.

All things considered, of all the blokes that could’ve gotten you knocked up at seventeen, Kyle Garrick was the best option… And your daughter was the best outcome possible.

Sure, you weren’t official or anything back then (nor are you now, really... though you share a bed and a home and you kiss and-), the pregnancy had been an unforeseen consequence of a tryst in the back of a car after drinking at the local pub… But looking back, you got lucky.

Either way, you were both too young, too eager, too needy, too… stupid. Neither of you thought of condoms, hoping the ‘trusty’ pull-out method would suffice.

It didn’t.

You still remember the way you had a panic attack in a toilet stall at school, you and a girlfriend skipping class to pop over to Tesco and buy a box of pregnancy tests… She took one with you, just to ease your worries… And then yours came out positive.

The fear and absolute dread you felt was paralyzing, the way you stayed holed up in the loo while your friend tried to console you and used her fuschia Motorola Razr to text your other friends to come to the toilets after class.

From there, your girlfriends texted his mates, and by the time you noticed, Kyle was elbowing his way into the bathroom, past the group of waiting students, all of them mutual friends of you both. He spotted you sitting on the dirty tile floor in the corner, eyes glued on the pregnancy test in your hand. You were ugly crying, snot all over, and hyperventilating.

Even back then, Kyle was already years ahead of any other teen you knew. He was mature and calm, collected… He sat beside you, rubbed your back, and told you it’d all be okay. You know deep down that he only held it together to calm you down but once he was alone he probably cried like a baby too.

His parents are Nigerian immigrants. In their minds, there was an order of doing things and their only son getting a girl pregnant before marriage (or before hitting maturity, really) was NOT it.

And your parents, well… They weren’t very happy about it either. Not that any parent ever is when their daughter comes home and drops the bomb that she’s expecting.

That was a bad moment for your lives… You both lived with your parents and you had to go back and forth between school and baby appointments… Kyle was by your side the whole time (or as much as he could, considering he had enlisted as soon as he hit 18) and both your parents tried their best to be supportive… But you never quite earned Mr. and Mrs. Garrick’s affection. Not even now, 10 years later.

At first, they didn’t even want to believe the baby was Kyle’s. Your father ended up having some very heated choice words with Mr. Garrick, defending your honor, and almost bringing the house down screaming that you weren’t a slag.

You were on edge and depressed back then. Once the news spread, most of your friends stopped hanging out with you out of pressure put on by their own parents… They still smiled at you and showed encouragement to you whenever you saw each other… But they didn’t come over anymore, barely spoke to you in the halls… 

People stared in the streets… Whenever you went into a baby shop or the diaper aisle at the supermarket… You were stared at. The whispers of “Look at her, such a slag”, “So young and already up the duff…” never came, at least not that you heard them, but you found yourself clutching your mum’s arm particularly hard whenever she managed to drag you out of the flat and to the shops.

You don’t like looking back on the pictures of that year in sixth form. As much as you love your child, seeing the way your face became hollow and sad, your eyes weighed down by dark circles as your belly grew consistently until nothing you wore fit you right… It still stung.

You wonder how you managed to retain enough mental faculties to not earn yourself a post-partum depression diagnosis. Whatever your brain did, it did it well...

With her skin all wrinkly and red and screaming at the top of her lungs, her little fists shaking, eyes all glossy, and a little clump of dark hair on her head slicked back by the amniotic fluid… You fell in love with Simi the moment the nurses set her against your bare chest.

And Kyle did too. You could see it in the way his eyes softened, his lip trembled and his nose and chin scrunched up to contain a wail. As soon as he held her in his arms for the first time, so small against his chest, her little body wrapped in a blanket against his fatigues... you started openly weeping at the sight, blaming the hormones, but the fact of the matter was that she was so small, so tender, so… perfect.

You tune out most of your daughter’s conversation with her father as you go about preparing dinner for the two of you, moving about the kitchen, lost in your own thoughts.

Your ears perk up when you hear Kyle ask Simi if she can pass the phone back to you and let the two of you have a conversation. The girl complains a bit about how much she misses him but ends up acquiescing to him. Daddy’s girl, she is.

She rushes over, her mini twists bouncing with each step as she drops the phone onto your hand and then waves an exaggerated “See you soon, dad!”. You watch her bounce away and trot back up the stairs before you look down at the phone.

Putting on your earpods, you set the phone down on the counter, propped up by the flour container so you can still be in frame as you go about breading some thin chicken cutlets. 

“What is it, Kyle?” You ask him softly and raise your brows at him. His face is a lot more grim and he lights a second cigarette.

“We lost a kid.” He replies softly. “A little boy in Urzikstan.” He adds and sighs loudly. Your whole face twists lightly into sadness. “Some… fuckin’ plonker of a terrorist…” He trails off.

“Did you kill him?” You ask him and he nods his head solemnly. You’ve learned long ago not to give your input too much on these topics… He’s chosen to keep you and your daughter away from it all… 

He once mentioned that asking to be let in would be like 'dipping your pinkie toe in a pond, never knowing if something would be reaching up to pull you in'. You swore he got that quote from a John Wick movie, and then you both laughed… But you knew he meant the sentiment of it.

“I had to stoop down to his level first.” He tells you as he takes another drag os his new cigarette. “Threatened his wife… his son… to get him to talk.” He trails off and sucks in a sharp breath.

Even with the progressive darkness that has set in now, wherever he is, you can still spot the way his nose scrunches as he tries to hold in his crying… His voice is still steady, but his eyes… Always so expressive… You’ve learned to read them in 10 years of co-parenting.

“Every time that bloody barrel even went slightly near that kid’s face I-” Kyle trembles out a breath and rolls his shoulders. Then, he goes quite.

“Anyways…” He says, trying to deflect his feelings away from the things he’s had to do. “I… I miss Simi… And I miss you.” He adds.

“We miss you too, Kyle.” You reply, trying your best to be positive for him. He needs it. “She can’t stop talking about you, counting down the days ‘till you walk through that door and come wrap her in one of those alledgedly ‘annoying’ bear hugs of yours.” You quip and a genuine smirk forms on his lips.

He nods and you notice him through away his cigarette and move somewhere else. As he walks you notice the space is brighter, the camera is facing upwards, and you can see the ceiling and ceiling lights… But above all else, you see his handsome face, the light wisp of a mustache and a goatee, the scar on his left cheek, his tired eyes, and disheveled hair.

He crosses a threshold into another darkened space, but this one is much quieter. You hear some shuffling sounds and even though now you really can’t see shit, you know he’s there, staring at you… And you know he’s lying down.

“Lovie… Can I ask you a favour?” He says as he sighs deeply and slowly.

“Yeah, what is it?” You end up saying as you set aside the breaded cutlets and wash your hands.

“Tell me everything I’m missing. Tell me everything that Simisola did and said… Tell me about your day… about work… share all the gossip you’ve got…” He requests. 

“Just… Just talk my bloody ear off.” He pleads. “I just need to hear your voice.” He adds, his tone a lot more gentler. “Please…”.

[radfemsouthy]

South Africa has a teenage pregnancy problem older men raping & impregnating young girls problem.

[countrymusiclover]

Feisty Coffee Girl

Y/n twin sister of Izzy Steven's stumbles to Seattle with her ten year old daughter Everly. She hears all the gossip from Izzy and her other intern friends at the hospital, never expecting to get involved with any of it. That is till Mark Sloan pays a visit to the coffee shop she works at.

1 - First Name Basis

2 - Doctor Nicknames

3 - A Sloan Date

4 - What I Want

5 -

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[justbreadmeman]

(this little story involves victim blaming and teenagers)

You just turned 18 and now you’re naked, nipples uncomfortably pressed into the wall while your r@pist keeps using your silly little cunt. You’re crying because this is the only thing you ever wanted to give you purpose.

So afterwards he promises to be back, you’re ashamed of how many times you came on your r@pist’s cock. And your legs feel weak when he lets you go.

Weeks pass and your period is late, so you take a test. Two lines. You’ve conceived a baby due to your r@pist. You here your mother’s words against ever becoming a teen parent, but you also don’t know if you want to get rid of it.

And sure enough, your r@pist returns and you have to tell him you’re pregnant before he manhandles you. He seems indifferent as he pushes you to know knees and grabs your head to use your throat. Your face is covered in throat grool from gagging until the anxiety makes you puke. But you had been fasting so all that comes up is water.

Afterwords you start to starve yourself out of shame and fear of your body carrying your r@pist’s baby. Another month passes and your period still hasn’t come you notice, so you take another test. Still pregnant.

You panic and call your mother, and she calls you a slut and tells you it is all your fault. She’s no help and has no support for you or sympathy.

And your r@pist returns and uses you again. And again. And Again. You’re leaking cum from every hole after he is dine with you this time.

So then that is how it is, you’re on your own as your r@pist sees you about once a month until his baby has your belly so swollen you can’t get around without waddling. He even starts playing with the milk that leaks from your tits.

Your r@pist did this all to your body and doesn’t hold any regrets. You give birth and you give the child up for adoption. You refuse to say how the child was conceived or tell them about the father.

And once you’ve healed and your r@pist sees you healthily moving about, you live in fear of it happening all over again.

[baby-bumps-broomsticks]

I'm pleased to announce that Baby Bumps & Broomstcks is ready to host its first fest!

The theme for this fest is Teen Pregnancy - and while we're aware that Teen Pregnancy is not everyone's cup of tea, we would like to take a moment to stare that we are not supporting teenage pregnancies but we are supportive of teenage parents no matter what their circumstances are. This fest is to celebrate authors and artists who have chosen to give teenage pregnancies representation within the Harry Potter fandom.

If you would like to join us, you can find further details, the fest rules, and important links here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/16FPjrLgzzhUVMSsqhOR7IwWmMj98XHT3QI6QkXWGMEo/edit?usp=sharing

I can't wait to see what everyone creates!

[the-genius-az]

Now I'm obsessed with the idea of Azula and Mai having a child during the war.

Maybe the betrayal will be worse, Azula will be hurt that her "omega" leaves her for a stupid guy like Zuko, like why? What can he offer? He's not even able to get her pregnant like she did.

Mai probably visits Azula in the asylum sometimes, and Azula will yell at her and refuse to see her son, saying that he is a bastard, causing Mai to not appear again.

Although I like the idea of Azula claiming her son better, saying that Mai will abandon him for Zuko, that maybe she will cast him aside for not being her damn pathetic lover's son.

[dramioneasks]

That time I said I love you - Skateland - M, WIP - Hermione Granger was the fourth most surprised person to find out she was in love with Draco Malfoy; after Ron, Harry and Draco himself (in that order). But after working together at the Ministry of Magic for three years she had fallen head over heels and even better, he loved her too. The wedding had been beautiful, their house was cosy, they spent Sundays reading books curled up against each other and an elderly Crookshanks ruled over them benevolently. She couldn't wait to tell him they were expecting. Tomorrow he would be back from his trip, she would whisper it into his ear and they would celebrate. One small problem, she seems to have woken up in the Gryffindor dormitories as a teenager.

[bellarkeselection]

1 - Our New Lives

Part 2

Always Had Something For Cowboys

Quickly running across the wooden floor of the main ranch cabin I knew if I got caught it wouldn't be easy to leave. So I had to make sure I could get out of here without anyone knowing...at least until they all woke up in the morning. Entering into my five year old daughter's bedroom I sat down on the side of her bed gently shaking her shoulder. "Reese Reese, wake up. Wake up sweetheart."

"Huh mommy. What's it?" She rolls over blinking the sleep from her eyes but she wasn't fully awake.

Brushing hair from her eyes I tilted my head towards the doorway. "I need you to get dressed and come with me now. I have the car packed and ready to go."

"Go...where. Is daddy coming with us?" She asked me to sit upright in the bed.

Shaking my head I didn't want to explain all the details to her at such a young age. I already never wanted her to get pregnant so young like I had even though I couldn't imagine my life without her. "Not this trip, Reese. But I have your horse Peanut waiting in the car for you."

"Okay." She mumbles sliding out of the bed grabbing her boots and jacket heading towards the doorway stumbling and making the floor creek.

Sliding forward on my feet I scooped her up in my arms so she wouldn't make too much noise heading straight to the car as fast as I possibly could. "Just go to sleep honey. I'll wake you up in a few hours."

"What do you think you're doing,Y/n?" Buckling her in her seat with her toy horse she fell right to sleep before I heard a voice from the guy I wanted to avoid entirely.

Whipping my head around I parted my lips seeing the dark brown eyes and black hair of John Wayne Kleinsasser. "None of your business, JW."

"It actually is my business since you have our daughter sleeping in the car." He responded by putting his hands inside the dark orange jacket he was wearing along with a black cowboy hat.

His family owned a large ranch out in the big sky area of Montana. We had met at a rodeo competition years ago, instantly hitting it off. "She's actually my daughter since you've been spending all your time working the ranch instead of being a daddy."

"Watch your mouth. Y/n." He warned me.

Crossing my arms over my chest I spat at him. "I suggest you watch yourself JW. Otherwise I'll go wake Cheyenne and she can kick your ass."

"Don't bring my sister into this and jump tell me what the hell are you doing packing up your stuff at six in the morning?" JW shook his head at me walking to the edge of the porch steps.

Leaning my back against my car I avoided the answer he was looking for. "I don't have to tell you anything. Especially since you lied to me."

"What have I lied to you about, darling?" John Wayne asked me to walk off the porch until we were facing each other. "I seem to remember that my family has been nothing but nice and honest with you."

"You lied about what you did to the girl in that cabin. You lied about killing her and then just pretending that you found her so suddenly." I responded with a sharp tongue.

He quickly moved forward shoving me against the car where I grunted hoping he wouldn't wake my daughter. "Who told you about that. Tell me!"

"Your sister who else...now let me go." I winced at his hand that was around my throat and his other was pressing against my chest.

JW shoved himself away from me in a huff. "So what you find out what happened and you're just going to take her away from me. She's my daughter!"

"Yeah but you haven't been a good father. You've been so consumed with getting your hands on this ranch." Rolling my eyes at him.

He pointed his index finger at me. "Blake is in prison so the ranch belongs to me when my father passes."

"Ohh I'm so happy for you. Wait, no I'm not because you're only caring about yourself." Stomping my boots in the dirt I threw my hands up in the air. "You're turning out to be just like your daddy who I have realized is an ass!"

John Wayne lost it at that sentence grabbing me by my shoulders and slamming me down in the ground. I tried to get him off but he put one arm over my throat and his other held my wrists above my head. "Shut up, Y/n. You don't know what you're talking about."

"You're just upset cause I might be right - ah!" I croaked when he pushed his arm on my throat down a little more.

His eyes locked onto mine seeing some tears welling in my eyes. "She's my daughter and you can't keep her from me."

"Urgh!...watch me." I bared my teeth moving one of my knees in between his legs and just kicked him right in his nuts.

JW groaned in pain collapsing on the ground. "You bitch!"

Scrambling to my feet I took the keys out of my pocket and opened my driver door. Getting into the seat I locked all the doors seeing him forcing himself to his feet. "He won't hurt us baby girl." I whispered to my sleeping daughter starting the engine.

JW got up against my window making me jump but I held my foot above the gas pedal. "She's my daughter. You can't keep her from me forever. I will find you!" Slamming my foot on the pedal and spun the steering wheel driving around him and leaving a cloud of dust. Racing down the driveway I gripped the steering wheel never looking back knowing it was good that I was getting away from him. He would have only hurt me and Reese.

2 months later

Shutting the passenger door behind me I take Reese's hand in mine and we walked up towards the small grocery store we had parked at. We had driven as far from the Kleinsasser's ranch as I could get until I felt safe that JW wouldn't follow me. Opening the door the store owner saw us greeting us nicely. "How are you two girls doing this morning?"

"Pretty good thank you." I replied moving down the isle with chips grabbing a bag of regular lays potato chips.

Reese tugged my shirt. "I want Chetas."

"Okay we can get Cheetos. What do you want to drink?" I asked her to put the other bag back and get the one she wanted.

She ran up to the glass cases with the drinks inside. "Chocolate milk!"

"Got it. And we can have some chicken breast for dinner." I picked up the carton and a pack of meat going to the check out. Laying everything out the owner scanned everything. "How much do I owe ya?"

He said back. "$13. 23."

"Oh geez. I uh...I only have six dollars and ten cents." I apologize remembering that I had to use most of the cash I had grabbed for gas. And I wouldn't have anyone money until I got a job wherever we ended up staying.

The owner shakes his head no. "I'm sorry ma'am. It would be fine if you had like twelve dollars instead. You'll have to get rid of the chicken."

"Sir you don't understand we haven't eaten dinner and that would just leave us with chips and milk. She's five years old and I can't feed her like that all the time." I explained to him that I was beginning to panic.

He gave me a disappointing look but still wanted close to the amount due. "I'm sorry miss. But this is how I feed my family."

"Come on, baby. Well get food somewhere else hopefully." I gently pushed her towards the door about to leave, seeing a young boy that looked a little older than my daughter.

He entered the store rushing past us and grabbing some candy cheering. "Dad they have sour candy!"

"Tate, slow down now." Glancing at the new voice I saw the man that was his father brush past me where I dropped some of my money on the floor. "Oh man I'm sorry ma'am."

We both lowered ourselves on our knees picking up the change quickly. "You're okay. It was my fault..." Shifting my gaze up slightly I noticed that the guy before me was wearing a tan jacket and black dusty cowboy hat. He had curly light brown hair and soft brown eyes with a slight stubble reminding me somewhat of JW.

"Here you go. I am sorry again Ms..." He trailed off raising himself to his feet and I followed shortly.

Taking the money from his hand I introduced myself. "Y/n and you are?"

"Kayce, Kayce Dutton." He extended his hand and we shook, moving his gaze over my shoulder since he was slightly taller than me. "Tate, hey leave the girl alone."

Tate, as he called him, was showing my daughter his favorite candy's. "I was just showing her candy."

"He's fine, Kayce. Now if you'll excuse us we'll be going. Reese let's go!" I called over my shoulder, having my daughter run up and taking my hand. I hers once more almost getting through the doorway.

Kayce's voice made me half in my tracks. "Are these your groceries?" He pointed at the food that we had left on the checkout counter.

"Oh yeah. I...I don't have enough money for all of it." I drop my gaze to the ground in embarrassment.

Kayce reached into his pocket, taking out his wallet and handing the owner the amount that was still on the computer screen. "Can I get a bag for her stuff and the sour candy too."

"Sure." The cashier took his cash and went to bag up both our stuff.

Parting my mouth I raised my freehand trying to pay him with what money I had. "You really didn't have to do that for us....uh here it's not much but it's what I have at the moment."

"You keep it. It's not a problem, Y/n." He held up a hand picking up the bags coming over to me and handing me my groceries.

Tate suddenly spoke up to my daughter. "Do you like ice cream?"

"Yeah." She smiled brightly.

He shrugged his shoulders. "There's some down the street. Dad, can we get them ice cream?"

"That's not my call, son. And I bet Y/n and her daughter have somewhere to be." Kayce told his son who dropped his smile.

Reese ran forward giving me puppy dog eyes. "Please mommy. Pretty please."

"Reese, I can't..." I started to say but I could never say no to her puppy eyes. She tilted her head not backing down and so I ended up caving. "Okay we can go. But then I have to start looking for a job since we'll be out of money."

Reese hugged me tightly, giggling. "Thank you!"

The four of us got in our separate cars and drove down to the ice cream shop down the road that Tate talked about. Shutting my car door Reese and Tate ran straight in front of us with me and Kayce walking slowly behind them. Kayce and Tate both got strawberry ice cream. Reese got chocolate and I picked cookies and cream. We all sat down on separate benches outside the shop. Biting into my cone I hummed at the good taste until Kayce caught my attention. "Hey I heard you say that you don't have much money. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Kayce you've done enough for us. I'll surely be able to find a job on my own." I said holding my cone in both hands looking in his direction.

The youngest Dutton boy wouldn't take no for an answer after seeing you with your five year old kid reminding him of how he was with Tate when he was a baby. "I'm just wanting to help and you can still say no. I just thought I should offer you a trip to my family's ranch. My father is always open to getting some more work hands and he pays rather well."

"Holy crap that's extremely generous." I ran a hand through my hair hearing Tate and Reese laughing behind us making me reconsider my answer. "You know what I guess it can't hurt to take you up on your offer."

Kayce smiled back at me taking a bite of his cone. "Hey Reese, you wanna see some horses?"

"I love horses!" She spun around in her chair making me chuckle eating more of my ice cream seeing that we might be going in the right direction here in this part of Montana.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[belongstochan-writingblog]

Plot: Chan is a single father of a teenager daughter, when she becomes pregnant and is abandoned by her baby's father she tells her father.

Warnings: teen pregnancy (she's 16), daughter and father bond, emotional, abandoned. Angst with a fluffy ending.

Myla stands in the kitchen behind her father as he makes coffee, she has to tell him she is pregnant and that the baby's father had abandoned her. She knows deep down that her father won't leave her but she's deadly scared because there's a possibility he won't want her anymore.

With a small voice she calls out to him "daddy?" Her father quickly turns around with a start and is about to say something but he stops when he sees his daughter's expression.

"Myla? Sweetie, what's wrong?" Chan asks softly as he puts his coffee mug down and he steps forwards to her and Myla whimpers softly gripping her shirt causing Chan's heart to break to see his daughter start to cry and he reaches out and puts his hand on her arm gently.

"I'm pregnant, daddy." Myla says as tears roll down her face and she whimpers softly before speaking "Zion is the father but he doesn't want anything to do with the baby or I anymore."

Chan tears up and wraps his arms around her and pulls her close and he whispers softly "I'm here for you, sweetie, I won't ever abandon you either."

Myla cries against her father's chest holding him close. Chan puts his hands on her head with all types of emotions running through him.

Chan knows that if he ever sees Zion, he'll beat the shit out of him, but he knows he can't because his little girl needs him.

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Pro life people tell teens to "Don't terminate unwanted pregnancies" then kick out their teenage daughters when they get pregnant

[countrymusiclover]

It's About Time

Y/n and Georgie have been best friends for years. Everyone in town is waiting on when they will get together...including Y/n herself. When a new girl comes into town and interests Georgie will they ever get together??

1 - Matching Marks

2 - Possible Futures

3 - Memaw's Car

4 - New Feelings and a Videotape

5 - The Birthday Surprise

6 - Will He Ever Realize?

7 - Love Letter

8 - The Jealousy Plan

9 - Jealousy Plan in Motion

10 - Switching Coopers

11 -

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[faofinn]

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

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After everything that had happened with Kizzy and Kieran, Tai and Harrison were just glad everyone got on. While they'd taken the news reasonably well (once Harrison had freaked out), Kizzy's parents did not. They made it clear that she wasn't welcome in their family, and that she didn't have a place in their home outside of university. Of course, the Cunningham-Cole crew refused to stand for it, immediately welcoming her into their home. Kieran had already managed to make a baby with her, so they didn't see the harm in the pair sharing a room; they were adults, after all.

The plan was for the guest room to become a nursery, until they could work out their next steps. If they were honest, Harrison was kind of hoping they'd stay around. Having the kids in the house would mean he could help them out, and he knew how stressful it was looking after a baby. 

Kizzy was already seven months, struggling heavily with the pregnancy. Alfie had taken it upon himself to try and cheer her up, Eden joining the pair in the living room with a film on. She had the sick dish by her, wrapped up snugly in blankets, while the two boys lazed on the other sofa.

"I'm sick of this already." She whined, trying to get comfortable again. "Bean is kicking me to the point I'm convinced he's gonna kick a hole in me."

"Sounds like being in bed with Alfie." Eden tried to joke. 

She had to laugh. "At least you can get away from him."

"Ah, that's true. But he follows me."

"Hey!" Alfie slapped him good-naturedly. "Don't be so mean."

"Yeah, you're right. It's not fair to compare Bean to you."

Kizzy's laugh was cut off by a groan, her hand protectively covering the bump. "Fuck."

"Kiz? What's wrong?" Alfie was serious, Eden already up and by her side. 

She couldn't help the wave of panic. "I don't know."

Eden sat by her, rubbing her shoulder. "Was he kicking? A cramp?"

"I don't know. I, maybe it felt like a contraction? I don't know." She gratefully leaned into Eden. "It was like a stitch, but worse and everywhere."

"It's okay, you're gonna be okay." Eden soothed. "Don't worry."

Alfie spoke up from the sofa. "So, it says you've got network connectivity problems." 

While Kizzy managed a smile, Eden launched a pillow at his head. "Idiot!"

"Hey!" He protested, not having moved out of the way in time.

“You deserved it!” Eden shot back. 

"I was trying to help!"

“You’re so stupid, use your brain!”

"I was!"

“‘Network connectivity problems’? Really?”

"I was just reading it!"

“Didn’t actually use your brain though, did you?” He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Kizzy. “Has it gotten any better? Worse? Ignore Alfie, you definitely picked the right twin.”

"I don't know. It stopped but then it came back, and it's gone right now."

“Maybe we should call your dad, Alfie.”

"Yeah, Okay. I'll ring him."

"I don't want to bother anyone."

“If you have pain, though…”

"Dad said you could call him whenever." Alfie added. 

“It’s probably best to be on the safe side.”

"Could you call him?" Kizzy asked. She still felt like she was intruding on the family, and especially when she felt like she was causing problems. 

“Yeah, of course. Alfie, can you call him? Kiz, do you want a hot water bottle or something?”

"I wouldn't say no." She gave Eden a smile. "Thank you."

Alfie was already dialling, and of course Harrison answered almost immediately. The kids knew not to call him unless it was an emergency, and with Kizzy in the household, his nerves were even more on edge. 

"Bug, what's up? Who's hurt?"

“Dad.” He murmured. “It’s okay, nobody’s hurt, but Kiz is having these like weird contraction stitch things? She says it hurts on and off.” 

"Ah, okay. Put her on for me?"

“Kiz, he wants to speak to you.” Alfie said, moving to pass her his phone.

She took the phone. "Thank you. Sorry for making Alfie call you, Harrison. I didn't want to bother you."

Alfie settled next to her, whilst Eden disappeared into the kitchen to make her a hot water bottle, hoping it was nothing serious and she was going to be okay.

"That's okay, don't you apologise. I'm here for whatever you need, you know that. You're family." He said, voice firm but soft. "What's been happening?"

“He’s been kicking me all morning, I’ve been feeling really crummy. Haven’t been able to get comfy, but then we were sitting on the sofa watching a film and I just got this really weird pain? Well, sort of pain, kind of like a stitch? But all over. And then it went away but then it came back again.”

"Okay. How long were they lasting for?"

“Um, not very long.”

"Half a minute? More than a minute?" He pushed gently. "Were they regular?"

“Maybe half a minute? Not really regular, the first one was longer than the second and now they’ve gone?”

He hummed. "Okay. I'd just keep an eye on it, but it sounds like braxton hicks. If they get really painful, and they become regular, then call me back, okay?"

She nodded, feeling stupid. Of course they were just braxton hicks, they’d been told about it during antenatal classes, but she didn’t expect them to feel like that. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

"Hey, no. Don't you apologise. I'm glad you called me."

“I didn’t think they’d feel like this.” She mumbled. 

"That's okay. It's all new for you."

“Sorry to bother you at work.”

"It's okay, Kiz. I'd much rather you call me than worry." He said softly. 

“I am sorry, though.” She said, as Eden reappeared with the hot water bottle. “Can I use a hot water bottle to help?”

"Of course, that's a really good idea." He hummed. "But Kiz?"

“Yeah?”

"Please don't apologise, don't feel bad about calling. I'll give you a call on my break, see how you're getting on, yeah? But if you need anything between now and then, either call me or get one of the boys to, okay?"

“Okay. Thank you, Harrison.”

"You're welcome. I've gotta go now, but just take it easy, try and relax, and call if you need okay? Love you all, bye."

“Yeah, I’ll call. Thank you.” She murmured, hanging up the phone and passing it back to Alfie. Eden offered her the hot water bottle and she took it gratefully, the warmth helping to ease the tightness across her belly. 

"Want to lie on me? I'll play with your hair if you want, it always makes me feel better when Alfie does mine?" Eden offered. 

“Are you sure?”

"Yeah, of course."

She hesitated for a moment and then nodded, settling in his lap. The change in position was nice, and she sighed, readjusting the blankets around her, the hot water bottle tucked up against her. “Thank you.”

He ran his fingers through her hair. "You're welcome."

Alfie pouted from the other sofa. "First you steal my twin, now my boyfriend. When will it stop?" He teased.

"It's payback for your answer earlier." Eden shot back, grinning. 

“You can have him back later, promise.” 

"It’s okay, Kiz. I'm just glad you're okay." Alfie admitted. 

“Thanks. I feel like an idiot.”

"More than that one over there?" Eden tried to joke. 

“Maybe not. Sounds like one of you guys need to fix the Wi-Fi.”

"Probably not him."

“Oh, true. Maybe wait for Kieran to come home for that one.”

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OP made the original post unrebloggable, but I just wanted to say that according to Wikipedia; brother bear is ten years old, which means that mama bear gave birth to him when she was seventeen.