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Melissa's brown eyes protected from the rays of the sun shining down upon her protected by the New York Yankees baseball cap her brown hair tied in a ponytail and coming out through the back, waving with every step. The holiday season was in the air, the people passing by her and Emma with bags from various department stores, the chill in the air was enough of a reminder. She crosses her arms across her chest, closing the black leather jacket over the black turtleneck, taking a look behind her to make sure Emma had not been carried away along with the current of humanity they were walking through.
Emma had been struggling, not used to the insane human traffic that was midtown Manhattan at lunch. Melissa reached out, taking her by the hand and now walking with by her side, the denim of her tight blue jeans rubbing against itself at her thighs with ever stride. "Come on, Pipsqueak," Melissa joked to her, "God, I talk my eye off you for one minute and you damn near get trampled on." "These people are crazy. There like an all you can eat buffet whore house around here or something?," said Emma, turning around and pointing a ways back behind them to the way from which they walked, "And I swear to God, that bum copped a feel."
Melissa looked up, seeing the sign above her reading, "Duane Reed," and pulled Emma to the side towards the door. "Come one, I need to get something in here real quick." Emma looked around, confused by the layout of the store. "What the hell is this?," she asked trying to figure out their surroundings, "Some kind of convenience store?" "It's a pharmacy," said Melissa with a glance over her shoulder, "Kind of like Rite-Aid, they're all over the place in the city. Xavier hates condoms and I been on the pill for awhile, need a refill."
She stopped suddenly, Emma crashing into her side as Melissa stood there in silence looking down at the shelf in front of her. Her hand reaching out, a small box pinched between her fingers, the words, "Pregnancy Test," screaming out at her. "Melissa, what's wrong?," asked Emma, observing the worried look on her face as she turned to her, a sense of fear in her eyes.
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"Jesus Christ," grumbled Melissa, "How the hell did this happen." She paced back and forth along the wall of her and Xavier's bedroom, the plastic stick clenched within her hand. "Well you see, Melissa," Emma began, "When a man and a woman really love each other..." "I know that you idiot. I mean what am I going to do about this. I'm pregnant for God's sake," she interrupted Emma then saw the hurt of her words upon her face, "Sorry, I just wasn't prepared for this."
She paced for a few seconds more before sitting down on the bed, holding her head in her hands. Emma sat down next to her, sliding a hand down her back and rubbing softly. "It'll be ok," Emma told her, "Xavier loves you and will take care of you." A hint of sadness sounded from Emma's voice, remembering back to her own pregnancy and subsequent miscarriage. She was not aware as to whether or not Melissa knew about that chapter in her life, it was not exactly something that just came up in conversation, and given the situation, it was not the best time to mention it.
Melissa broke her face away from her palms, looking at Emma, her eyes filled with fear and almost to the point of crying. "I'm scared Emma," she confessed, "I'm honest to God scared right now. What if this kid comes out some deformed freak? Is he going to blame me for it, that all I can put out is kid's with fucking Down's Syndrome or some shit? Riley losing the one almost killed him, driving him crazy enough to stick his dick in that roach infested cunt of Shane's. Oh God, how am I going to tell him? He's going to figure it out eventually."
"Timing," Emma told her, "It's all about timing. Just pick the right moment to spring the news on him, and I'm sure he'll be thrilled. He's not the type of person afraid of commitment like Kameron is. You have nothing to be scared of." "I hope you're right," Melissa said, looking back down to the bedroom rug and shaking her head absent mindedly, "I really hope you're right."