Anonymous said: Hi Bonney!:3 I'm curious if you're going to write a modern pregnancy teen Gruvia story?:o to display the struggles of being a teen mom! That would be fantastic!:D -K.C
anonymous asked: would you ever do a gruvia teen pregnancy story? Like in high school. All the drama I would die
AN: Okay, so I've had two requests about this and I decided to take a shot. I will be taking a lot of liberties here with the school and legal systems. Fiore's a fictional country, Magnolia's a fiction city, just a little mixed with the real world, so MWAHAHA, I make the laws! LOL So… if things are a bit strange to you… it's because they are. HAHA I hope you enjoy it anyways!
#
The Birds And The Bees
8 Weeks – Part I
#
Staring at the three tests on the top of her bathroom sink, Juvia's mind was blank aside from noticing two of them were pink and one, blue. Thinking back, there were so many pink tests to choose from, she almost got the same brand twice before noticing they were the same and she needed them to be different. Just to make sure. It was weird how someone's mind could fixate on a random, meaningless thing while the world was falling around her.
A plus sign, two pink lines and the word "positive".
She was pregnant. At seventeen.
Juvia looked herself in the mirror and barely recognized herself, her eyes were puffy and red, her nose was running, her cheeks were red and there were wet trails from the tears and only then she realized she was crying.
"Oh, god." She whispered to herself and started to sob, falling onto her knees, a hand on the sink and the other above her eyes as she repeated "oh, god" over, and over again. A tsunami of emotions hit her: utter fear, helplessness, insecurity, shame, lost, vulnerable. Panic.
What had she done?
It was just one time without protection. One time and now… Pregnant? How was that fair?
Feeling nauseated, Juvia crawled over to the toilet and threw up and it wasn't the now usual sickness that had overcame her the past weeks, it was from pure nerves.
Once she was done, she coughed a few times, got up, flushed the toilet and went to the sink once again and, of course, the three tests were still there.
Plus sign. Two pink lines. Positive.
Juvia looked at herself in the mirror once again and her whole face was red, she was sweating, crying. A mess.
"What are you going to do?" The blunette asked to her reflection before she grabbed her toothbrush to try to get the awful taste off of her mouth.
#
Drying her blue curls with a towel as she sat on her bed after taking a shower, Juvia had finally stopped crying and all she could feel, was numbness.
For the past couple of weeks she had been more tired than usual, nauseated, vomited a time or two but thought it was some kind of stomach bug and it didn't raise any flags until she noticed the unopened box of tampons and thought about the last time she had her period.
It had been months before.
Juvia had ignored the signs for two weeks, waiting and hoping for her period to come, before finally having the courage to buy the tests.
In her gut, she knew the truth, but until she saw the results, it was a distant fear, which turned to be truth.
She got up from the bed and placed the towel to dry and got her laptop, sitting back on her bed and turning the device, on.
The moment it was on, she opened the browser and searched for "teenage pregnancy" and she wished she hadn't done that.
'Not getting sufficient prenatal care can lead to premature birth, high blood pressure, low-birth-weight baby', one site said while another, 'Inadequate nutrition during pregnancy is an even more marked problem among teenagers in developing countries. Complications of pregnancy result in the deaths of an estimated 70,000 teen girls in developing countries each year. The World Health Organization estimates that the risk of death following pregnancy is twice as high for girls aged 15–19 than for women aged 20–24.' She was only seventeen, for god's sake. 'If your pregnancy is high-risk or you do not feel that you can handle schoolwork, you may want to look into classes towards earning your GED on your own time'.
She didn't want to earn a GED later on, she wanted to graduate from her own High School!
'Obstructed labour is normally dealt with by caesarean section in industrialized nations; however, in developing regions where medical services might be unavailable, it can lead to eclampsia, obstetric fistula, infant mortality, or maternal death. For mothers who are older than fifteen, age in itself is not a risk factor, and poor outcomes are associated more with socioeconomic factors rather than with biology.'
Besides the shift in her life, so many things could go wrong. So, instead of looking further at the moment, she, instead, searched for: "Teenager pregnancy options".
Parenthood, adoption, abortion, family adoption.
Options. She had options, that was good, she sighed in relief: she liked options. Juvia was about to look for more information when her phone chirped signalizing she had received a text so she opened it and even though everything was crazy in her life, seeing her boyfriend's name on the screen, still made her smile.
From: Gray-sama
20:22: Hey, are you okay? You seemed a little distracted today at class.
20:23: I had baseball practice today and then I had to help dad with the store and we just closed, it was a busy day, sorry I didn't text earlier
To: Gray-sama
20:23: Juvia was a little distracted, she has a lot in her mind.
She felt like crying, giving him a neutral answer like that, but she had no choice, she had just found out and she needed to figure out what she wanted to do.
From: Gray-sama
20:24: Anything I can help you with?
Juvia wanted to cry with how sweet he could be. Her eyes actually teared up and she finally understood why she had been more emotional the past few weeks: hormones.
She took a couple of calming breaths before answering. She would tell him.
To: Gray-sama
20:25: Not right now. But soon.
His answer took longer to arrive that time and she could picture him, lying on his bed and looking confused for a while before finally typing an answer.
From: Gray-sama
20:27: Alright. You know I'm here for you, right? Whatever it is that has your mind full? I'm here when you are ready to tell me.
The blunette had to wipe out a couple of stray tears before she answered him.
To: Gray-sama
20:28: Thank you, Gray-sama.
From: Gray-sama
20:29: Are we still up for tomorrow?
They had scheduled with their friends to go swimming before it was too cold and her first thought was about someone seeing the physical evidence of her predicament and put a hand over her stomach.
Nah, there was a small protuberance there, but nothing that would bring much attention to it.
To: Gray-sama
20:30: Of course. See you there at 10?
From: Gray-sama
20:30: Alright. Let's enjoy the hot weather while we can.
20:31: Good night, Juvia.
To: Gray-sama
20:32: Good night, Gray-sama.
She put the phone away next to her laptop and even though she needed to think, needed to plan and organize her thoughts, she suddenly felt too tired and just wanted to sleep for the weekend and not find those tests, still on her bathroom sink, when she woke up.
As her eyelids grew heavier, she knew she wouldn't be that lucky. That wasn't a nightmare, it was reality and she couldn't run away from it forever.
Plus sign. Two pink lines. Positive.
Pregnant.
#
AN: Sorry for the small chapter, this is just a prologue before the drama begins and I hope you like both the story in general and the theme, which I think it's a very important one everyone should be able to discuss.
Anyways, I don't know how many chapters this story will have, maybe 5? I don't know, let's see where it takes us!
Oh, if you have any situations you would like to see, tell me so I can try to make it happen; I am not a teenager mother nor I am a child of one so I've been researching about it, but I would love suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
10/27/2018 ~ BonneyQ