I'm sorry this took so long, but I'm kind of busy and stressed with school and I haven't had time to breathe. I'd like to thank all of you who reviewed; you're lovely. I especially loved the harsh ones about Emma's parents. I agree with you, kind of. Me, as a person, if I had a kid and they disappeared, they'd probably never leave my sight again. But to me, I can't feel Emma's parents feeling exactly the same. To me, I felt like they were pushy and kind of laid their dreams on Emma, so perhaps she got pregnant, making their dream impossible (or slightly less possible), they'd be kind of pissed. But this is just my view, anyway, I hope you all enjoy! (:

Emma woke up, snuggled into a shirtless Dean. His bed smelled like his intoxicating scent, his blankets thick and warm, loosely covering the couple. Their legs were intertwined, Emma's freezing feet being kept warm between Dean's legs.

After they'd gotten to Dean's house, she took a shower, washing her teary makeup off her face. Dean gave her a pair of too-big sweatpants and a huge t-shirt to sleep in. He'd been nothing but sweet to her from day one.

She leaned in and peck his lips, even though he was sleeping. She pulled away, and his strong arms pulled her back in, kissing her hard on the lips.

"Morning prom queen," he smiled against her lips kissing her again.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For?"

"Being there for me. For taking me in. For being awesome," Emma sighed, not knowing how to put exactly how grateful she was into words to express her gratitude.

"You don't need to thank me for that stuff. I do it because I want to. Because I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she said and pecked his lips.

"So," Dean smirked, "Care to join me in the shower?"

"Your dad…?" Emma asked, red faced. She didn't want the kind man to recant his offer on account of them not behaving like teenagers should.

"Emma, you're already pregnant. I'm sure he knows that we've had sex before," Dean laughed.

Dean and Emma walked down the stairs after their shower. Jack was sitting at the dining table, sipping black coffee and reading a newspaper. Dean opened the fridge and got out some eggs, making omelets.

"Emma, I hope you don't mind, but I went ahead and made an appointment at an OBGYN. I assume you haven't been to a doctor yet, and I really think you should go as soon as possible just to make sure everything is okay," Jack said.

"No, I don't mind. Thank you, so much, for everything," Emma said.

"It's no problem at all. You're practically family," Jack said, "Have you given any thought as to what you plan to do with the baby?"

Dean and Emma hadn't discussed anything, truly. Nothing was set in stone. Emma didn't have the heart to have an abortion. She couldn't bear the thought of killing a little life that she's created, not even giving it a chance to live. She wasn't ready to be a mom, though. Not at all. The only mom she'd had was the mom that lived live vicariously through hers. She didn't want that for her baby. She wouldn't do that to them. But what if she did, unintentionally? She hadn't been taught otherwise. She wasn't sure if she could handle adoption. Having the baby only to be ripped from her grasp and given to strangers, only to leave her wondering what happened to the little life they'd made on the island.

Meanwhile, Dean was having a mental breakdown of his own. Did she want an abortion? Dean couldn't bear to think about killing the little life they'd created. He wasn't ready to be a father, that's for sure. Adoption was always an option, but Dean knew that a part of him would always wonder what if. But then there was the whole issue about it being Emma's body. He had no control over what she ultimately decided. He wouldn't be able to blame her for not wanting to go through the changes involving having a baby. People weren't always the nicest when it came to things like this. She'd probably be labeled a slut for the rest of her life. He couldn't do that to her.

"No," Dean and Emma replied at the same time. They shared a terrified glance at one another, mentally reminding each other to bring it up later.