Nervously you paced back and forth inside the small bathroom in your one bedroom apartment. You were near tears as you waiting for your fate to be determined by the small white contraption called a pregnancy test. Normally a girl would be overjoyed to have a child; well yeah if that woman was married! Not only weren't you married, but you weren't even dating the supposed father.
No you were not a floozy, in fact far from it…when you were sober.
"Hey _________, have a drinking contest with me!" shouted your Danish crush. He let out a hiccup and took another swig of beer.
You laughed already on your tenth beer. "Sure!"
Making out on the table to doing unspeakable things in Gilbert's guest bedroom.
~end of le flashback~
It wasn't that you didn't like Mathias, it was the simple fact that you weren't together. And you didn't know the first thing about raising kids. You simply were not ready for this. But you couldn't get an abortion; just the thought of killing something that was part Mat sickened you.
The time was up and you looked at the small box. Positive.
You didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
~time skip brought to you by Wine; If offered by France DON'T DRINK IT (odds are there is something in it) Banshee-Scream does not promote being drunk~
"Mat," you said sitting him down, "do you remember anything about what went on at Gilbert's party?"
Mathias took a drink out of his pitcher of beer, "Nope."
You sighed, "Do you remember waking up naked in one of Gilbert's guestrooms."
Mathias went pale. "T-that was you?" He remembered having another dream about him and you having sex and then he woke up naked. But this had happened to him before; he just woke up to find that he had had sex with some random girl instead of you. Which bothered him a lot. "_-________ I'm so sorry."
"So you don't have any interest in me at all?" you asked.
"N-no it's not that," he said scratching the back of his neck. "I'm just sorry I took advantage of you."
You took a deep breath, "Mat, I'm pregnant and it's yours."
His face went blank.
"I completely understand if you don't want it. But I intend to keep it, I don't expect any money in return as long as you don't try and claim custody later. I just wanted to let you know," you got up to leave.
"_________," he grabbed your arm keeping you from leaving. "Are you sure it's mine."
You sighed, typical question. "Yes Mat, you are the first one I had ever had sex with. So I'm pretty sure it's yours." You said with the upmost sarcasm.
"___________," he said, "I plan to take full responsibili-."
You sighed, "Mat, don't. I don't want you to do anything because you feel you have to."
"But I want to," he got down on one knee, "____________, please marry me."
Ok, you were not expecting that. "Y-you w-w-want to marry me?"
He nodded, "Please, I want to be a real family…with you."
Mat patted your son on the head. "And that is how daddy proposed to mommy."
Daniel's face was that of horror and disgust. Yes, perfect story to tell your ten year old, how daddy knocked up mommy and then proposed.
"But I thought that babes were made by a bee stinging a bird and then the bird cries on a cabbage patch. Then the stork delivers the baby when it grows out of the cabbage…"
"Oh, my boy now I have to tell you another story…"
"MATHIAS DON'T YOU DARE!" you shouted running into the living room to chase your husband. "DON'T CORRUPT MY BABY!"
"I'll tell you later," the Danish man whispered in the young boy's ear.