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Unexpected (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 18898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Winter 2015
Dipper was in his room, packing his bags. Lightweight shirts and shorts joined several books and his new tablet in the suitcase. He also packed his swimsuit, smiling knowingly to himself at how little he hoped it might be worn in the coming week.
It was after dinner on Friday night, and the family was preparing to leave the next morning to go south for March Break vacation again. In fact, at Dipper and Mabel's suggestion, their parents had booked a week at the same hotel as the year before. The twins had made sure to let their mother and father know how much they had enjoyed themselves the previous year, and had no objection to returning to the same resort.
The teenagers had been quietly thrilled when they learned they were going to the resort a second time. Surely they would have the opportunity to sneak away to the nude beach again? And a hotel room to themselves! It was stressful to spend any pleasurable time together in the house: even on the occasions their parents left them alone, they always worried that they might be caught by anything that could bring their parents home early. At the resort, they would have six nights of total privacy! Dipper hadn't had any opportunity to fall asleep in Mabel's arms since the previous summer in Oregon. And that was in the uncomfortable single beds in the stuffy attic of the Mystery Shack, a far cry from high-end queen-sized beds in an air conditioned hotel room. Dipper was pumped for this to be the best vacation possible!
“Dipper?”
Hearing Mabel's voice, Dipper turned around to his open bedroom door, a beaming smile already spreading on his face.
His smile faded instantly when he saw his sister's grim expression. He rose from where he was seated on his chair and crossed quickly to the door where Mabel stood. “What's wrong?” he asked under his breath, aware of their parents downstairs. When Mabel didn't immediately answer, he guided her into his room to sit her on his bed, and closed his bedroom door.
Kneeling in front of Mabel, Dipper put a hand on her knee and the other on her cheek. She looked ill, and terrified. “Mabel! Talk to me! Tell me what happened!” he pleaded.
Mabel bit her lower lip, clearly trying to not burst into tears. She raised a shaky hand, holding a narrow plastic stick. She turned it to hand it to Dipper by its handle. In confusion he took it, examining the markings.
His heart skipped a beat as he realized that he was holding a pregnancy test device. Then it felt like his heart stopped altogether.
The test result window clearly indicated a positive test result!
Dipper felt the shock rip through him, as he let the device fall to the carpeted floor. “Oh my god, Mabes!” he rasped. “Are you sure? I mean … the test could be wrong, couldn’t it?”
She shook her head. “Dip … I haven’t had a period since December!” She paused for a shuddering gasp. “I thought at first maybe it was the birth control pills messing up my cycle ... but I’ve been having weird cramps, I’m tired, I need to pee all the time, my boobs are kinda tender … it all says the same thing, Dip! The test just proves it!“ She swallowed hard. “... I’m preggers!”
“But how?!” Dipper almost demanded. “You’ve been on the Pill! Haven’t you been taking them every day, like you’re supposed to?”
“Yes, Dipper!” Mabel shot back defensively, her voice breaking. “Every day! And I wondered the same thing!” She sniffled, hurt that Dipper didn’t trust her. Wiping her face with her sleeve, she continued, “So I looked something up a few minutes ago. You remember that infection I got just before Christmas? You know, the one ...” she tilted her head, gesturing lower on her body, “... down there?”
Dipper was confused. “I guess? ... But obviously we didn’t ‘do’ anything while you had that! What’s that got to-”
“Yeah, well I took antibiotics to get rid of that infection,” his sister interrupted. “And I was feelin’ fine after a few days, but I was told to finish the whole bottle. I took those meds every day for two weeks! All the way through the holidays!” The volume of her voice dropped. “... And according to the papers with those drugs, it turns out … that stuff turns my ‘baby nope’ pills into ‘baby maybe’ pills,” Mabel grumbled miserably.
Dipper felt his heart sink, recalling that he and Mabel had found the opportunity to make love practically every day after she’d started feeling better over the two week break from school.
“Mom picked up the meds,” Mabel continued quietly. “And even if she knew, of course she didn’t tell me this could happen. Why would she?” Her face crumbled, and she took an unsteady breath. “But I should’ve read those papers! This is … this is all my fault!” she sobbed.
“No, Mabel!” Dipper whispered urgently. “I should’ve known! I’m the one who likes to read stuff like that … maybe we might have held off, or I could’ve worn a condom …” he babbled as his panic rose. “I mean … this is more my fault than yours! If I hadn’t been so scared of getting caught with the condoms in the first place, then … it’s just … Mabel, what are we gonna do?!?”
“I don’t know!!” she squeaked in reply, nearly hysterical. “I can’t … and we can’t … and if …”
Dipper immediately forced himself into analytical mode. It was hard, since he wanted to try to comfort Mabel, but he could feel himself starting to hyperventilate. Only arriving at a solution mattered now, so he pushed aside his panic and personal feelings. “Okay, okay! We’ll figure this out! Just … just let’s settle down and go over our options.”
Mabel sniffed, wiping her eyes. She trusted Dipper to help them stay strong together. “... Okay.”
“All right,” Dipper said, thinking quickly. “Option one. We tell Mom and Dad, and-” he screwed up his face doubtfully, “they help us figure out what to do?”
“Dipper, they’ll be furious! What will they say? What will they do to us?”
“I know, Mabel. But we’ve got to think of everything we can do, and pick the one that’s the best choice. Okay?” Mabel nodded reluctantly. “Option two. You …” he avoided looking at Mabel, “... get an abortion.” He felt sick as he suggested it.
Mabel cried softly into her hands. “I … I don’t know if I can do that!” she weeped. “Before I came in here … I’ve already thought about that … but after spending the summer with little Stan Jr … it’s just not the baby’s fault!”
Dipper nodded grimly, but had to move on. “Option three … we run away. Both of us.”
“How would that work?” Mabel almost barked. “We’re fifteen, Dipper! Where are we gonna go?”
“... Gravity Falls, maybe? Move in with Soos and Melody?” he suggested weakly. Mabel again buried her face in her hands as she considered the possibility that everyone they knew in Oregon, including their great uncles, would find out about them. “I don’t know, I’m just thinking here!” Dipper cried.
“Yeah I know!” Mabel said pitifully. Then she peered up at Dipper again. “Any other options?”
Dipper shuffled, looking very uncomfortable. He knew there was one option left. A really bad option. One that was permanent, an option that there was no coming back from.
He considered it quickly, and immediately despised himself for it. No, he thought, I will NOT suggest to my sister that we could kill ourselves! Surely it could never get bad enough for that! I won’t LET it get that bad!
“No,” he answered quietly after a lengthy pause. “Those are the only three possibilities.”
“What about raising the baby? What about giving it up for adoption?” Mabel asked desperately.
Dipper shrugged apologetically. “Both of those decisions come after we choose between telling Mom and Dad, or running away. It’s still one or the other. Or … or abortion ...”
Mabel balled her hands into fists and brought them down hard on her thighs. “Oh Dipper, I hate myself for this … but … what do you think we should do?”
He sighed heavily. “Well, there’s only one option that doesn’t completely change our lives … but …”
“... but we’d have to … kill our baby …” finished Mabel, her voice barely audible.
“I don’t like it either, Mabel,” admitted Dipper. “It’s the easiest option. We sacrifice the least. And … it is your body, so … you don’t have to go through with this ...”
Mabel stared unfocused and silent for over a minute. Finally, she slowly shook her head. “I can’t,” she whispered. “I can’t kill our baby … I just can’t do it …”
Dipper carefully leaned forward and hugged Mabel tight. He would never have tried to convince her one way or the other. Dipper believed that the decision to abort her pregnancy or not was her, and only her, right to make. He wanted to her to know he supported her choice fully.
“Then, we have only two choices left,” he said as he continued to hold her in his arms. “We tell Mom and Dad, or … or we run.”
The twins talked and cried for over an hour after that. Running away only made sense as an option if they intended to keep and raise their child. Did they want to do that? Would they be able to hide the truth of the baby’s father? Even if they could, were they prepared for the accusing looks and nasty comments that Mabel would face for having and raising a child while so young? Would Mabel ever be able to get a normal education?
But if they chose to give the baby up for adoption, what then? Could they bear to have their baby taken from them, knowing the life they’d created together was out there in the world, without them?
And putting aside all these other questions, would the baby be healthy, given its incestuous conception? Could Mabel and the baby receive good medical care during her pregnancy?
Facing all these questions helped focus the two choices they faced. Finally, they decided which path they needed to follow. They kissed each other deeply and whispered words of love and devotion to one another, confirming that they’d always been there and would always be there for each other. No matter what.
Twins forever.
“Dad?” said Dipper carefully from the threshold of the door to the study, where his father sat typing at his computer.
“Hey Dip!” replied his father. “Just finishing up some office work. Stuff’s got to get done before I can leave for a week.” He swivelled in his chair to face his son, glancing at his watch. “It’s getting late. You almost finished packing? You know we have to get up early.”
The teenager shuffled awkwardly. “Yeah. Can you just come out to the couch, please? Mabel and I … we need to tell you something.”
The elder Pines raised an eyebrow. “That sounds ominous!” he said.
Dipper didn’t respond, he simply headed to the living room to join his sister, who was just arriving with their mother in tow. He knew his father was following behind him.
“Mabel, I’m very busy,” their mother was saying. “I was late getting back from dropping Mittens and Waddles off at their pet sitters. I don’t want to be up all night packing.” Mabel convinced her to sit on the sofa, where their father joined her. “So what is this all about?”
Mabel sat down on the love seat that faced the sofa, and Dipper sat next to her. They looked at each other nervously, nodded, then Dipper spoke. “Dad? Mom? You’ve always said we should just get to the point, right? That we’re just wasting time otherwise?” Both parents verbalized their agreement. Dipper looked back to Mabel.
She paused, took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant,” she said, her voice betraying the terror she felt.
Both parents drew a sharp intake of breath. Mabel cowered instinctively and her hand sought out Dipper’s. He took her hand without hesitation and squeezed it hard, drawing strength from Mabel as much as he lent strength to her.
He took a deep breath of his own. “And I’m the father,” Dipper said, his voice cracking.
Never let it be said that Dipper and Mabel’s parents weren’t fine people. They loved the twins, and worked hard to provide for them. They were old fashioned, but willing to grant that their kids might not want to follow their traditions. So given the double nuclear bombs that their two children had just dropped on the family in a five second span, they took the news about as well as could have been expected.
But that doesn’t mean it still didn’t get ugly.
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