There were a few muttered curses, and Seb was scrubbing his hands over his face to try and think. Of what, he wasn’t sure. There wasn’t really a solution in sight. He didn’t expect this - he didn’t think Monroe had. Or, hell, if she did, she certainly hadn’t told him. “Oh my god, Monroe.” He finally whispered. Because they were nowhere near prepared for children. They were bad enough at dealing with one another on bad days, one — two more in the equation and Seb’s stomach was turning with the possibilities.
He didn’t move from his spot as Monroe spoke, just shut his eyes and let his breath hiss from his chest. “Jesus, Monroe. One would’ve been - god,” bad enough. One would’ve been bad enough, but Seb couldn’t bring himself to say that, because more than anything, he wasn’t angry at Monroe - he never really was. He was angry at someone — himself, right now, probably. What mattered was that Monroe had told him, and he was going to — well, he needed to, figure something out. Which was why his head turned a bit to face her when she spoke again.
"We’ll figure it out. I mean, it’s just… We’ve got time. You know. A little bit of time." For right now, they were going to need help. There was no way this was going to work with just them. While Seb had every faith that Monroe’d be a fine mother, he was far less sure about his own parental callings. He’d never planned to be a parent, and had told his mother as much in the past. Well, Sebastian, you certainly got what was coming to you.
"How long until time
runs out? What then?"
It was hard for the teen to
properly express what she
was feeling and what she
was planning to do. What
they were planning to do.
It'd be the biggest under-
statement to say that both
teens weren't prepared for
something like this, much less
for the added shock value of
carrying twins.
Still, she was determined to
keep her composure and to
be rational about the entire
situation.
"What do think you want to do
about this?"
