Ebba Carol wrapped her arm around her boyfriend's. She had a horrible secret. How would she tell him? How? She had gotten sick every day this week, and she had missed it last month. She even got tested, and this reality scared her. She hoped he wouldn't leave her...not when she needed him most. She had been kicked out of her parents house, and she was alone without him.
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Carl held Ebba close with both arms, holding her tight. He kissed her head, and whispered to her, "I love you."
Ebba began to shake, her secret begging to be told. She hoped that he loved her enough not to leave her. "I-I love you too."
"That's good," he said, giving her a loving kiss.
Ebba tried to show him her fright through her kiss.
Carl pulled back to asked, "What's wrong, babe?" He could tell something was bothering her.
Ebba wasn't sure she could say it out loud. She began to shake harder. She whispered into his ear.
"I'm pregnant..."
Carl sat there for a while, petrified. He nodded his head, and got up off the couch to his room. He closed the door and roared, "WHAAAAT??!!" Other sounds of banging came from the door, then silence.
Ebba began to cry intensely, and shook. She buried her face in her hands, fear running through her.
Carl was sitting on his bed, hands behind his head. He stayed there for a while, then returned to her. "Are you sure?" he asked, sitting down, and rubbing her back.
Ebba nodded, tears streaming down her soft face. "My parents kicked me out...I'm all alone without you..." she leaned into him.
Carl held her close, patting her back. "We'll take you I'm sure," he said. Though he was freaking out as well. How was he going to do this?
Ebba cried into his shirt, needing his parents to take her in. She couldn't do this by herself. She needs him. She was absolutely terrified. "I'm so scared..." she sobbed.
Carl knew he'd have to talk to his parents about it, but they'd have a fit. He didn't want to tell any body, they had agreed to keep it shrouded in the clouds of the past. Too bad that fog was announced by the foghorn of pregnancy. He sighed, and rubbed her back.
Ebba sobbed into his shirt, and clung to him like she was drowning. She calmed a little and said, "What're we going to do...?"
Carl hung his head and got up. He walked out of the basement where they were watching a movie. He walked upstairs to tell his parents.
Ebba shook in her place, waiting for Carl's return.
The deep voice of Carl's father rang through the house. The conversation was inaudible, as they were all upstairs in Carl's rents' room and the door was shut. After a while, Carl came back to Ebba slowly as if he had just had his whole soul taken away. He stood there and said, "You can stay..." though he didn't sound too excited.
"I'm so sorry.." Ebba said quietly. She hugged him and said, "But, thank you..."
Carl felt weak after his father's ranting at him. He said he understood, but Carl wasn't too sure. He hadn't wanted that night to return, but it did. He didn't bother lifting his arms around her, but just stood their and managed a small, "You're welcome...."