They entered the hospital as their personal doctor greeted them. He took them to their private room, closing the door behind them. Killian sat on the bed while his mother took the seat. 

"How are you feeling today, Killian?" The doctor asked as he pulled out the equipment to check his blood pressure and oxygen. 

"Fine," Killian answered. He honestly did—this time, he did not wake up with morning sickness. The only thing he felt at the moment was stress because he still needed to figure out a way to escape his mom and go to Azra's house. But, the doctor and his mom didn't need to know that. 

The doctor hummed before taking the equipment off, writing the results down. "What is the exact date of your last intercourse?" 

Killian choked on his spit, coughing for a few seconds as he glanced at his mother. His mother looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Uh, be-before pregnancy or a-after?" 

"Oh, sorry, I should have worded that better: what is the exact date of intercourse that led to your pregnancy?" 

Worded wrong, my ass! The doctor was trying to get him killed. Even if his mother said she is okay with Killian being sexually active, he still hasn't told his mother anything. Plus, he is far from practicing safe sex. 

He and Azra still haven't used a condom. Not that it matters, now. 

"October 5th—one month, two weeks, and five days ago." Killian softly answered. He wanted to whisper his answer. Now, his mother for sure will kill him. 

"During school?" His mother quickly responded.

On October 5th Killian went to school then came home. He was only in those two places. And since his mother was also home, and he hung with her, the only place to he could of had sex was at school. 

"Nooo." Killian dragged out his word.

In the car, his mother asked if he wanted her to be in the room with him. He told her yes. But that was because if he could get an ultrasound today, he wanted his mother to see her grandchild. But, now he is regretting his decision. 

His mother narrowed her eyes at him as he glanced away. Killian is counting his days at this point. 

"If you could lay down and pick up your shirt, please." The doctor responded, ignoring their conversation; he remained professional (professional, my ass). 

Killian went to lie down, pulling his shirt up as the doctor came over, rubbing gel over his stomach. His eye twitched from the coldness of the gel. The doctor came over with the ultrasound equipment, picking up the wand as he set it on Killian's stomach, moving it around. 

As he did, getting closer to a particular spot, the sound of a heartbeat echoed in the room. Hearing the heartbeat confirmed everything for Killian. He knew he was pregnant, but this made it real. 

Then, an image appeared, showing what looked like a pea as the doctor pointed out the embryo, "There, you can see the embryo forming just fine." 

His mother got up from her seat, moving closer, as she grabbed her son's hand. Even though she is not happy for her son being a teen parent, she is excited for her grandchild. 

If they both had watery eyes, no one is admitting anything. 

After they left the doctor's and reached a street near Azra's house, Killian tried to get out of the car. "Mom, can I go for a walk alone?" 

"Why? We need to talk, remember?" His mother asked. She had many things she needed to say. 

Killian looked to the side, "Because I want some fresh air before the talk. This is a lot for me. Also, the exercise is good for me on walking the rest of the way home." He couldn't stare his mother in her eyes as he looked for an excuse. 

This time, he believes he did a good job. He had no slip-ups nor said anything dumb; he should pat himself on the back. 

His mother hummed, raising her eyebrow before sighing. She reached over, opening the glove compartment as she pulled out condoms. She handed them to her son before saying, "Don't forget to invite the person to our house." 

Killian blushed hard, groaning as he wondered where he went wrong. Didn't his excuse sound good! Universe, why are you forsaking him? What did he do wrong? 

He wished he could bang his head on the window. He is a good boy—a good boy, you hear. 

"Mom," Killian waved his hands like a white flag, "I am going for a walk, not doing anything else." 

"Honey," his mother gave him a deadpan look, "I used to be a teen too. Even though you are already pregnant, it is never too late to practice safe sex." 

I DON'T WANT TO PRACTICE ANYTHING, MOM!

Killian's lip twitched as he tried smiling. He grabbed the condoms from his mom, terribly stuffing them in his pocket, and he practically ran out of the car. He is too young to die from embarrassment. 

Letting the wind clear his mind, Killian walked to Azra's house. When he arrived at the house, he knocked on the door. It took a while before the door opened. Once again, Azra was not wearing a shirt, but he looked like he was just woken up. 

He rubbed his eyes with a frown and anger in his voice as he started, "Do you know how fuc—" 

Once he noticed Killian, sleep left him as he sexily leaned against the door, "The more you visit me, the more I know you cannot get enough of me." 

Killian rolled his eyes, hitting Azra's chest. If his hand lingered, no one needed to know. He walked inside, looking around before asking, "Where's my bag?" 

Azra closed the door behind him before moving closer, wrapping his arm around the teen's waist. "Do you have to keep touching me?" Killian asked, growing flustered. 

"It is in my bedroom," Azra whispered in his ear, ignoring his other question. 

Killian grabbed his hand, pulling it off him as he said, "Then, let's go to your bedroom." 

Laughing, Azra used his other hand to grip Killian's hip, "If only you put those words in a different context." 

"Stop being so horny," Killian muttered, taking the other hand off him as he walked to Azra's bedroom, already memorizing where it was. 

He is only here for his school bag no matter what his mother and Azra think. Just my school bag. Killian kept repeating those over and over again until they stuck.