Locked n stuff~ So AU tho
Clover held the envelope given to her by the doctors in her hands, nervous to even look at what it contained. They held her fate; this baby’s fate, even. Why shouldn’t she feel this near-crippling fear? She’d gotten herself into this situation. It was her fault people were yelling in her face for proof in the first place. Because, yes, she didn’t know who fathered her child. Because she didn’t know if it was her ex, or her fling. And she couldn’t put that blame on anyone else.
Every single reaction she got-- it was expected. She expected no less from anyone that knew about this situation. (Everyone on campus, at this point.)
The ‘slut’ calling, the very minimal support, the-- denials. She knew it would come. -- But that didn’t mean she was ready to deal with it.
Roy was ready to take on this responsibility for Clover. He seemed genuine in his desire to help her out. Almost as if he really wanted the child to be his. She knew, without a doubt, even if the two of them weren’t together, he would do everything in his power to be a good dad to the child, should she not give the child up. -- Adoption-- not abortion. She didn’t want Roy to have to deal with that a second time.
But the other option... The Marshall one. He wanted to pretend that there was no valid way that Clover’s pregnancy could be his doing. There was absolutely no chance that he could be the father. Out of the question. Stop crying and shut up about it, Clover. The baby is Roy’s, and there is no other option.
... What if the papers were to say that Roy wasn’t the father? What would she do? One way, the baby would have a father. The other-- the baby would be left alone, with no help, having to have the thought that it wasn’t good enough for one of the people that helped give it life.
She couldn’t give Marshall the benefit of the doubt in this matter, could she? Because, it’s not like Marshall would end up changing his mind at any point. The stubborn ass would always hold his ground in not believing that the pregnancy was his problem to deal with-- even if the papers said that Roy was negative, and she shoved those papers in his face... he still wouldn’t believe it.
-- But what if he did change his mind, and he wanted it after all?
Could she take that chance?
With a shaky breath, she opened up the envelope and pulled out the contents.
Her eyes scanned the papers thoroughly.
Her gaze stopped on a section.
They couldn’t be right. It had to be a joke. They were just pulling a prank on her, nothing else, right? No.
He was not the father of her child. He never could be.
Even if-- somewhere, she knew that it had to be--...
No. She couldn’t take the chance. The baby had to have some sort of chance. The baby had to have a father that wanted them. The baby needed better...
No benefit of the doubt. No chances. No truths. No Marshall.
There was no way she would be telling the truth... To ANYONE. Roy was going to be this child’s father, If it was the last thing she did on this earth, she would make sure that no one ever knew the truth.
Marshall didn’t want it. That was her way of justifying it. She was just-- saving him from something he could never want.
Or, was she just saving herself?
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