Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

Hoping he'd leave her alone was a bit of wishful thinking on her part. She didn't move away though; standing right this moment would be a bad idea. Just as she would with Towhee only a day or two later, Fennec teetered between lying and just... ripping the band-aid off. As much as she loved a good lie, this one she knew had the potential to ruin things between them for good. Whether she told it or not.

If he was going to leave, it was better if he did it now. That was the deciding factor in it for her. She could take the coward's way out and keep him around a while longer but then it'd only be worse if it did happen. She couldn't imagine doing this with or without him at this point; she hadn't even begun to let herself think about it yet. She needed to get this over with (if only so that she could be around him without freaking out like this again).

Unlike with Towhee, she didn't need to look at him when she said it, so she was still staring at the ground when the words tumbled out softly. I'm pregnant. Also unlike with her mom, there was no softened 'I think'. She had no doubts at this point and she wasn't about to bullshit him about it. There was no joy in her tone, only dread, and her expression was flat. She'd managed to control herself at least that much, thank god.

I don't... she began, but trailed off. Fennec knew what she wanted to tell him; that this was a mistake, hers to deal with, and she didn't need him to take it on. She couldn't imagine he'd want to. But she knew Bronco well enough to know that would go over like a load of bricks and, though it was tempting to drive him off like that, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It didn't matter what they were or weren't. She didn't want to do this alone.