Chapter 3

Laurie was pregnant. She was going to have a baby.

I stood in the bathroom, in shock. I guess, even when I saw that she was having unprotected sex with that boy, that she knew when her fertile times were, and wasn’t allowing him to cum inside her at those times.

Maybe not.

I couldn’t imagine Mom and Dad kicking her out, or any of those extremes. But they were going to be disappointed and sad for her. Even though our religion had a reputation for having lots of children, almost rivaling the Catholics, we didn’t quite start as young as Laurie was apparently going to be doing.

Hell, sometimes Brigham Young University was nicknamed “Breed ‘em Young”, where young women could pursue an “Mrs” degree.

But Laurie was “jumping the gun” by about 3-4 years.

I would need to talk to her about this. Let her know that I knew. That I was on her side. And that she wouldn’t have to face Mom & Dad alone. She was probably scared shitless. I would have been, if I were in her shoes.

But it was stupid of her to leave the test out in the open, and the box in the trash, where Mom could have found it just as easily as I just did. I thought about snagging both and hiding them.

Then I remembered that Mom had forced Laurie to come downstairs, probably in the middle of her test. She might not even know yet that she was pregnant. She obviously was going to come back up to see the results of the test.

If the test and box went missing she would undoubtedly notice, and panic even more than she already was.

So, no, I wouldn’t snag the box or test. At least, not without letting her decide what, if anything, she was going to do about them.

So, I headed back downstairs and helped put the rest of the groceries away, making sure to ensure that either Laurie or myself brought stuff upstairs if it was headed for either of our rooms or the bathroom we shared.

About 3 minutes after I came down, Laurie did manage to peel herself away for a few minutes. I noticed that when she came back down again her eyes were a little red and her voice had a little quiver to it. She knew.

I wished I could have given her a hug right then, but that would have raised questions too soon.

Instead, I waited until everything was put away. Then raced upstairs, claiming I wanted to play some PlayStation.

But, really, I wanted to help cover Laurie’s tracks. I had a pretty good idea she was in shock and wasn’t thinking things through.

My assumption was proven right when I saw the box still in the trash, with her positive pregnancy test wrapped in toilet paper tucked into it.

I nabbed both and took them to my room.

Now, don’t get the wrong idea. I didn’t suddenly have any great desire to start collecting pregnant girl piss. But these items, for lack of a better term, were “smoking guns”. There was no reason they should have been in our bathroom in the first place.

It would have been like leaving dirty needles, bent spoons, and candles in the trash. You know instantly what it means.

I did play some PlayStation, of course. I’m a teenage guy, after all. I’m not going to turn down my FPS time unless I have to.

But my mind really wasn’t on the game. In actuality, I was really trying to figure out what I was going to say to Laurie.

I gulped as I approached her doorway an hour later. I wondered why I was nervous.

Maybe because I knew I was going into an encounter that was going to be emotionally charged.

Whatever I was expecting, I wasn’t prepared for what I received. Not by a long-shot.

I knocked softly on Laurie’s door and waited for her to call out “come in!”.

She was sitting on her bed, on her laptop. When I came in she quickly shut it.

“Hey Gabe! Sorry, but I’m kinda busy right now, can it wait?” she said, not treating me like a pest, but just that she had a lot on her mind. I expected she would.

“Actually, I don’t think it can.” I said, sitting on the end of her bed. “Laurie, you know I love you, right? You’re my big sister, and that sometimes we fight. But, in the end, there’s nothing you can do that would make me not love you, right?”

Laurie just looked at me with a “Well, duh!” expression.

I sighed, pulled up the back of my t-shirt, and pulled the flattened pregnancy test box out from the small of my back where I had hidden it. I put it between us.

It laid there, like an unexploded bomb. Laurie’s face went pale.