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John frowned once again as Danny pulled her hands away from his. Her voice seemed weak, and John bearly caught what she said. "I know I can trust you" He just sat silently, leaning forward and waiting for her to speak again. He had tried to think up any reason that Danny would be acting this way, at least none that she would hesitate telling him. Finally she spoke again, her voice soft. "I'm pregnant." John just stared at her for a minute. She had followed it with, "I'm sorry", but John could bearly hear it, all sound seemed to be watered down and he couldn't get himself to quite focus. His jaw locked and he stared at Danny, or rather in her general direction.

After a few moments he seemed to snap out of it, his voice was shaky and hardly a whisper. "How. How is that even possible? We used protection. We were careful." He gripped the edges of the table, it seemed to be the only thing keeping him stable as he went into a panic. "Your parents already hate me, and now I knocked up their youngest daughter." John looked back to Danny, seeing the streams of tears fall from her eyes. He smiled wearily, releasing his grip from the table to reach forward and wipe away her tears. "I love you, you know how much I love you." John shook his head, "But I cant do it. I.. I'm not ready." He looked down to the table, guilt overtaking him, "I mean, I couldn't afford it anyways you know that." John stood, swallowing the lump that had been building in his throat. He kissed the top of her head and murmured, "I'm so sorry Danny." He stayed like that for a moment, his arm around her shoulders and cheek on top of her head, he wished he could stay forever but he had to get out of there. He needed a little time to himself.

John walked out the cafe, and,since he had gotten the rest of the day off, headed for his apartment. He closed the door and plopped down on the small couch. His mind was caught in all the thoughts. There was no chance he would even consider asking Danny to abort it, he was just as pro life as she was. There was the possibility of adoption but... no John wouldn't allow that either, his friend was in an orphanage and he wouldn't want that to happen to his child if no one were to adopt it. Wait had he just thought of it as his child... no of course not. He wasnt ready to be a father. There was no chance he would be a father. Father... images of the abuse Johns own father had put him through coursed through his mind. John closed his eyes. No, he didn't deserve to be a father. He didnt want the possibility of someone else going through what he did.