Biting her bottom lip, Kim Scott closed the bathroom door behind herself, and looked up from her feet. Marshall Mathers was sitting on their bed, a mattress on the floor, the covers scrunched up at the foot of it. He was staring at the ground, hands clasped together in front of him, and as soon as he heard the door close, he looked up at her.

She sniffled a little and held back tears, walking slowly over to the bed, sitting beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. He was still, the only sound from him was his breath as it entered and left his body, slowly, steadily. He briefly closed his eyes, and then turned his face to the top of her head, kissing her hair lightly, and resting his cheek against her head.

"How long?" He asked.

"About 10 minutes." Kim managed to say, her whole body shaking. "Marshall, how could this happen? We were so careful..."

"Not careful enough." Marshall sighed. "What the fuck are we going to do?"

"If Im not..." Kim said hopefully, clearing her throat.

"Which you probably are..." Marshall cut her off.

"But if Im not...." She shot him a look out of the corner of her eye, and he said nothing. "This will all be for nothing... All this worrying for nothing!" She smiled slightly, with the hope that she wasnt, pregnant.

"But Kim, when was the last time you were on the rag?" Marshall rolled his head to the side, and cracked his neck.

"2 months ago... But Marshall, Im on birth control..." She said, shaking her head. "This cant be... Cant be right! Maybe Im just... fucked up."

"Yeah. Well, I think we're pregnant." Marshall said quietly.

"We're?" Kim raised an eyebrow. "Marshall, if anyone in this room is pregnant, its me. What do you mean 'We're?'"

"Well, if your pregnant, Im pregnant too. We're in this together, if we are." Marshall licked his lips, more out of habit than anything else.

Kim looked down, and took a deep breath. Something she never told Marshall, but she almost wished that she was pregnant. Sure, they had no money, they lived in a run down shithole of an apartment, and their relationship could stand some counseling, but maybe this was what they needed. Maybe they needed a baby to teach them responsibility, help them grow up a little, and care about something more than what they cared about now. Maybe he would understand that. Maybe he felt the same way?

"Hey Marshall?" Kim said quietly, looking up.

"Yeah?" He said, clearing his throat.

"What if I am?" She looked at him, and he quickly looked away. She didnt look scared, she didnt look like she was going to cry, her eyes almost seemed, hopeful. Thats what made him sick to his stomach.

"What if you are?" He asked back, looking back at her.

"Would it be so bad?" She shrugged. "I mean... I -"

"Would it be so bad... Hmm." Marshall asked sarcastically. "Kim, we live in this fucking, crack house, we dont have real furniture," He gestured to the milk crate they used as a bedside table, "We can barely afford to buy food for us, pay the bills and still have money for rent at the end of the month, Your not working, I cant seem to keep a job for more than a month, and we are the most immature two people that I know. Yes, it would be SO bad."

"But, see, having the baby, would make us grow up, get more mature, and Marshall maybe thats what it will take, but we have to get our shit together sometime, why not now? Why not this? What better motivation is there?" She reasoned.

"Kim... Thats selfish. Yes, we do need to get our shit together, but we shouldnt have to do it because we are having a baby." He sighed. "I wanna be ready for a baby, if I ever have one, I dont wanna work as a fucking bus boy at Gilberts, and I wanna take night classes to finish highschool... But Kim, if we have a baby, that baby is going to watch us try to turn ourselves around. Itll take a while to do, and I dont want my kid to see me like this," He kicked an empty pizza box across the floor, and Kim nodded. She understood. This was hard for him to talk about, but she understood what he was trying to say.

"I'd be a good mommy though." Kim said thoughtfully. "I swear, Marshall, If I am, Im gonna be the best mommy, ever. This baby is going to be my first priority, and Im gonna stop all this shit, I swear. No more smoking," She looked away from the ashtray on the milkcrate, with ashes, and ciggarette butts in it, the occasional left over joint roach. "Im gonna stop the drugs, Im gonna be a perfect role model for this kid." She looked down at her tummy.

"Yeah, and Im gonna be there everyday." Marshall vowed. "I wont turn out like my father. I cant, I'd never forgive myself if I did." He stood up and glanced at the clock.

"3 more minutes," Kim said nervously, standing up also, and looking around the room, hugging her arms against herself. "Its cold in here..."

"Yeah, well, we need to pay the gas bill or else they're not going to turn it back on." Marshall said, annoyed at the whole ordeal. "I told you to take the hundred dollars down last week, before the late fees, but no. Thats to much to ask."

"I forgot, Marshall," Kim said, defensively, starting to get really pissed off. She didnt want to fight right now. Not with the life altering results in the next room. She wasnt in the mood.

"Yeah, I know, You forgot. But you remembered that fucking bag of nose candy you bought instead." He said bitterly. "I dont care if you wanna do that shit, but get your own job, contribute to the fucking apartment once in a while, and dont use our fucking gas bill to pay for your drug addiction."

"Marshall, Fuck off." Kim didnt have any better comeback to that, and Marshall knew he had won that arguement, so he layed off for a few.

"1 minute." He said, watching the clock.

"Our parents are going to be so pissed." Kim looked down.

"Uh, my mom wont care. Im almost 22, shes not going to give a shit, if anything she will be happy, she'll have something to hold over my head." Marshall sighed. "Telling your parents is going to be worse. You only 19."

"Just barely legal..." Kim blinked. "I cant believe this is happening."

"Me either."

"Alright..." Kim took a deep breath. "Its time..."

"Yep." Marshall stared at the clock. "Its definatly time."

"Okay..." Kim reached for the bathroom door knob, and opened the door, the creaking of the hinges the only noise that broke the silence between the two.

They entered the bathroom together, and Kim walked straight over to the sink, standing in front of it and looking down. Marshall walked up behind her and slipped his arm around her waist, looking over her shoulder.

"Marshall... We're pregnant." Kim said, feeling like she was going to puke all over the sink.