____1st Person POV_____

Fear. Fear was all I felt when I looked down at the test. Not any test though, of course not. Not some math test that I failed for the 4th time, or an English test that I hadn't flipped over yet to see what I got. Oh no no. This was the test that no teenager wants to take and it comes back with a positive review; A pregnancy test.

With tears falling down my eyes, my mind ran blank as I just didn't know what to do at all with myself. My mind was circling around, my body becoming dizzy as I sat there on the toilet, panic running through me.

Staring at the test, I did the only thing I could do. Wrapping up the tests in toilet paper, I shoved it down into the trash as there was nowhere else I could throw it away without getting caught. Doing this, I had a smaller chance of getting caught. Standing up, I let out shaky breathes as I walked over to the sink. Staring at myself in the mirror, I let out a small cry, trying to muffle it with the inside of my elbow. Turning on the water, I quickly washed my hands before drying them and going back to the mirror.

Running hands over my tear stained cheeks, I bit my lip, before my hands dropped to my pocket. Grabbing onto my phone, I brought it out and stared down at it, my mind drifting off into question as to whether or not I should call the one person who should know of this. But, staring down at the phone, I shook my head and shoved it back into my pocket before turning towards the door. Looking at it, I took in a deep breath, reaching out for it.

Trying to push aside the events that just happened, I opened the door, wiping my tears away quickly before anyone questioned it. Letting out the breath I held, I walked out, ready to continue on with my life, trying not to worry about it.

___Time Skip_____

"YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE RAT, ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" I heard my mother scream at me.

She'd found the test three days after I took it, while she was taking out the trash. Of course I wasn't smart enough to do that myself, so she found out, and that brings us here. My parents screaming at me, calling me a 'disappointment, failure, sl*t, little wh*re, and such'. You know, all the names you definitely call your child.

I got that they were very religious in the sense that I wasn't even suppose to have a boyfriend, let alone... Be pregnant with his kid as a teen. I figured it'd never happen, and they trust me with that, but I guess not. I get they were angry and disappointed in me, I got that. But the names they called me, it felt like daggers hitting me in the chest everytime. It hurt to hear those words and names.

Sure, I've been called that before by friends when they were angry at me for dropping stuff onto them, but... My own parents.

As I tried to reason and explain to them it all, my dad came up to me and grabbed me by the back of my collar. I tried to reach up at his hands, trying to pry them off, but it didn't work as he opened the door and tossed me out the door. He looked at me with a demon look, his anger clearly fuming,

"And here I thought we had a daughter who cared about her future, but clearly we mistook that for a hooker," he cursed out and slammed the door behind him, leaving me out on the streets at night. I glanced up to my window in the house, my tears built up as I whistled out for the window to open.

As the empty street echoed with my whistles, I managed to snag a few things from my room before my parents came into it, slamming the window shut as well. Their eyes stared at me and followed me as I put the stuff I grabbed into a bag I whistled down. Stuffing it all there, I began to take off, not dating to stay another second and risk getting more heartbroken.

Looking down the street, I began to breakdown, not knowing what to do and where to go. I had nowhere else to go, and of course now I'll probably have to drop out of school. It'll all just come crashing down for me. I won't be able to provide for this kid or care for it if I'm by myself.

My blurred vision glanced around, before I got an idea, my hand slipping into the pocket I always had it in. Clicking it open, I quickly began to use it before my parents decide to take that away as well. As I kept walking, I typed away, pulling up a specific person's number. Typing to him, I asked for his address.

I then stood there and waited for about 5 minutes before I got a beep from my phone. Opening it up, I looked down at the address that was attached to an 'Are you okay?' text. Just looking at the text, my tears fell as I walked along the sidewalk, trying to dodge all the shady people.

Eventually reaching the house, I hesitantly raised my hand to the door,

'Am I sure I can do this?" I asked myself as I held my fist up to the door. I stared at it for a few minutes, curious as to what they'd even think.

Taking in a breath, I pushed all my fears away for one second and knocked on the door. After I knocked, I took a step back and waited, holding my bag close to me as I just stared at the house. As I stood there for what felt like hours, the door finally opened to reveal Fumikage standing there. Out of surprise, thinking it would be his parents, I just stared at him. He looked worried as he looked back at me, his body coming closer to me as he held his hands out,

"(Y/N), what's wrong? Why are you out so late?" He asked and I almost instantly burst into tears. Dropping my bag, I reached my arms out and engulfed him into a hug. Keeping him close, I didn't speak a word as I buried my head into the crook of his neck. I could feel him tense up a bit, but he eased his way into the hug, accepting it as he hugged me back.

Just as he hugged me back, I could hear footsteps come our way and looking up I saw the woman who treated me as if I was her daughter,

"Fumikage, who's at the door?" She asked and I could feel myself releasing Fumikage from the hug. He kept me close to his side as we turned and looked towards the door, at his mother. She seemed rather worried as well once she saw it was me, "Oh (Y/N) dear, I didn't expect you at this hour,"

Wiping away the tears in my eyes, I tried to push forward a smile only for it to drop as I looked up to her, "I'm sorry, I had nowhere else to go..."

I could see Fumikage turn to look at me, his face even more worried, "What do you mean you had nowhere to go?"

Taking in a deep breath, I tried to keep myself from bursting out into a breakdown, not wanting to exactly cry in front of them. Looking towards the ground, I avoided eye contact as I answered,

"My parents kicked me out..." I said and with that statement, I knew I couldn't hold in my cries, as I began to choke up, "Because I may be... Pregnant,"

I could hear Mrs. Tokoyami gasp a bit but instantly I felt two bodies hugging me. I just cried out as they held me close before they gestured for me to come inside and sit down. After I explained to them everything at the table, they didn't get angry. They didn't scream at Fumikage nor me. Instead they say there in silence for a few awkward minutes, not really saying anything but instead thinking over it all. Eventually, after they sat there in silence for who knows how long, I could hear Mr. Tokoyami speak up first. Fumikage sat close to me as he held an arm around my shoulders, keeping me into his side as we listened,

"I will say... I am disappointed, yes. But, we wholeheartedly support you and your choice," he started and Mrs. Tokoyami finished,

"And if you want to keep the baby, we support it. You can stay here as long as you need to, and we will help you with it no matter what, okay?"

I nodded to her, my tears falling unknowingly as I cuddled a little into Fumikage, my cries beginning to pour, "Thank you... Thank you so much,"

"Don't worry (Y/N), we'll protect you," I could hear him say to me, keeping me close to him. I smiled a little at his words, feeling a spread of comfort.

_____Time Skip to Le Present Day____

The next few months after that night went by really slow and started off badly but eased into peace.

At the first month, I found out that my parents disowned me and donated literally all of my stuff, so I had nothing left with me. The second month, I had to drop out of UA because there was the risk of getting hurt. The third month I had begun to get multiple messages from my old classmates and other students either congratulating me or degrading me. I also had begun to get a little baby bump. The fourth month, I had begun to get a bigger baby bump and Mrs. Tokoyami and I had begun to look at clothes. The fifth month the baby bump had gotten slightly bigger and I enrolled in an online highschool course, luckily able to get in. The sixth month my cravings began to get super weird and I had started to eat pickled popcorn half of the time. The seventh month my baby bump was rather big now and I started to wear pretty baggie clothes. Also, now some of the Pro-Heros have heard about my situation (thanks to Hawks and Tokoyami studying with him) and I've been getting gifts every other day. The eighth month was here and my baby bump was huge and it was starting to get to me. I couldn't do a whole lot at all and needed help with small tasks, which Fumikage helped with.

But, even though it was near to the nine months, I had begun to feel a bit weird, so we took me in to the hospital just in case. As we were there, we were suggested the idea of putting me into labor early just to avoid any risks. Due to Tokoyami's bird mutation, there was a big chance that the baby would have the same mutation. And once I got another Ultrasound done, that theory was confirmed, so we made the decision to go into labor early.

And that brings us here, before it. I turned over to Tokoyami, my eyes filled with fear and worry as I looked at him,

"I don't know if I can do this," I whispered out and he looked at me with sadness. He leaned down and gave me a pec of a kiss on my forehead,

"It'll be okay, alright? You got this, and if you need it, I'll be right by your side,"

And that's what he did. During the whole thing, he stayed right by my side, comforting me as I went into labor. And even after it, he was right by my side, showering me with hugs and kisses as he whispered sweet nothings to me. I felt weak yet I kissed and hugged him back, waiting for the doctor to bring back the baby.

When they did, she was beautiful. Yes, it is a she, and she was such a cute little thing. She looked almost identical to Tokoyami, with the same cute little bird beak and head that he possessed. It was almost as if she was just a baby Tokoyami. I loved it, and I love her already. Holding her close, I looked up to Tokoyami and smiled at him,

"She's beautiful..." He whispered and I nodded to him, holding her close. Looking up to him, I could see him staring down at her, adjusting myself, I smiled to him,

"You can hold her," I said and he seemed a bit shy at first, before holding his arms out. He leaned down and I slowly and carefully set her into his arms. He took her into his arms and leaned back up, standing with him. He smiled to her as he kept her in his arms, holding her close to him, his movement about as gentle as can be. I smiled at him, hearing her let out a small noise, causing him to look at her a bit shocked.

He looked over to me, his shock turning back into a smile, before he could say anything, I smiled up to him,

"Thank you," I stated and he looked at me with a caring look, "Thank you for staying by my side,"

He leaned back down, putting our little girl into my arms, I took her with ease, letting her stay close to me. As he went to leaned back up, he placed a kiss on my forehead,

"I wouldn't ever leave it. I love you too much," he said with a smile and I could feel myself tear up a bit, the pregnancy hormones still a bit in my system, causing me to be a bit emotional,

"I love you too,"

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I started writing this late last night so I apologise if it's a bit cluttered and there's not the best grammer