Authors Note: Hey Readers! This is my first Bend it like Beckham story…I hope you like it! Please review when you finish reading. Oh, some background information; Jess is living with her parents almost a year after getting back from California and is still with Joe. She now plays soccer professionally on a team coached by Joe. Pinky is living with her husband and 2 year old son, Bryan.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot…yadda yadda
Pinky's voice rang out, reverberating off her kitchen walls. Jess' head snapped up to stare questioningly at her older sister.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course I'm listening to you!"
"That right? What did I just say then?"
Jess sighed and roughly rubbed her eyes. She shrugged and glanced up, her face still in her hands. Pinky shut her eyes for a moment, seemingly praying for patience. She sat down at the kitchen table and faced her sister.
"What's with you today?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Better yet, what has been up with you all weekend?"
"What d'ya mean, all weekend? I've only been here since las' night."
"Mum says you've been moody and depressed since Friday morning. Why do you think she insisted that you spend the night last night?"
"I thought it was because Teets and Bryan were gonna be in London with Tony till tonight…" Jess said, brow furrowed.
Pinky scoffed and shook her head slightly.
"Honestly, you are so incredibly naïve sometimes. That was just her excuse. Think about it; if it was just because my husband and son were gonna be gone, she would've had me come home for the night. Instead, she wanted you to get out because, apparently, all you've done for the passed 3 days is sit in your room."
"That's not all I've been doing…" Jess said, trailing off.
"Really? So what have you bin doin'?"
Jess shrugged and turned away, bringing her knees up to her chest as she did so.
"Y'know, Mum also said that you haven't bin takin' any calls as well…"
Pinky sighed and reached out to grasp Jess's hand.
"Did you and Joe break up…?" she asked quietly.
Jess lifted her gaze from her knees to her sister and shook her head.
"No! Of course not! I do believe I'd be sobbing uncontrollably if that were the issue." she said.
She pulled her hand back and it automatically returned to its place across her chest.
"Then what is it? Had a fight, dincha?"
"No! It's not about Joe!"
"Oh, bloody hell. I've on'y got so many guesses before I completely give up!"
Jess sighed again and pressed her thighs tighter against her chest.
"It's probably best if you just give up…" she mumbled into her knees.
"Why? What the bloody hell is goin' on?"
"Look, Pinks…I can't tell you…"
Pinky gave her a look and clucked her tongue impatiently.
"Sure ya can. You can tell me anything. You should know that by now, having had me as an older sister for nearly 24 years."
"It's got nothing to do with you…I just- I don't think I can say it out loud just yet…" she trailed off and grimaced.
Pinky's face widened in shock.
"Oh…my….god…you're pregnant, aren't you?"
Jess' mouth dropped in surprise.
"How- how'd you know?" she stuttered.
"Holy shit. I figured you might be, but I didn't think you and Joe were having sex so I didn't ask. I mean to say, you did just get back from University…"
"Just? I've been back for nearly a year now," Jess said.
"Well, yeah, but you've only just finished your first pro football season…I mean, how long have the two of you bin havin' sex?"
Jess rolled her eyes exasperatedly.
"Does that even matter? I've got bigger problems here!"
"Oh, right. The pregnancy's more important, innit?"
"Really? Ya think?" Jess replied sarcastically.
Pinky narrowed her eyes and glared at Jess for the comment.
"So how many tests did you take?" she asked.
"Pregnancy tests, Jess! How many turned out positive?"
"I didn't take any tests…"
"Oh bloody hell, you gotta be kiddin' me! Why're you moping around the house if don't even know for sure yet?"
"I'm late! I'm never late!"
Pinky gingerly scratched her forehead and gazed at her sister.
"How late are you?"
Jess shrugged. "I dunno."
"Don'tcha know when you're supposed to have your period?"
"Well…sort of…Toward the end of the month…sometime…"
"When did you have it las' month?"
"You didn't have it las' month and you're on'y now freakin' out?"
"I on'y just realized…"
Pinky clasped her hands together upon the glass table and pursed her lips.
"We're goin' upstairs now and you're gonna take the test."
Jess sat on the toilet lid, elbows on her thighs, and her face in her hands. Pinky stood at the counter, placing the test in a bag and putting it in the trash can beside Jess.
"What am I gonna do?"
Her muffled voice echoed around the silent bathroom. Pinky bit her lip and leaned down to hug her sister.
"There's only one thing you can do…"
Jess removed her hands from her face and looked at Pinky.
"What? Tell Joe, then Mum and Dad, and then his Dad and just hope we're all still alive after the battle?"
"No…you don't have to tell anyone…"
Jess scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure people will start to notice when my flat belly becomes round and robust."
"That's not what I meant."
Jess' brows furrowed together and she shook her head, realization striking her.
"I can't do that, Pinky!"
"Why not? I'm the on'y one who knows."
"That's not the issue here! That's wrong!" Jess practically shouted, shocked.
Pinky sat on the edge of the bathtub, facing Jess.
"Jess…think about this. Think about Mum and Dad. How d'ya think they're gonna react when you tell them about this?"
"You talking about the fact that this baby's gonna be half Irish?"
"Partly, yeah. But you're not married, you're not even engaged! This is gonna be a really big deal, Jess."
"So your solution is that I should not tell anyone and just have an abortion?"
"It's really your on'y choice. If anyone finds out about this, not on'y will Mum and Dad be devastated, but you and Joe? Neither one of you will have a job anymore. How's that gonna look? Sacked off the team for having an affair with your coach? That's gonna get out to all your fans…other teams. You're gonna be hard set finding another football team to play on. No one's gonna want someone who causes trouble like that. No one wants that kinda publicity. What're you and Joe gonna do, huh? You can't take care of a baby without jobs."
Jess stared at her sister determinedly.
"I am not having an abortion."
Pinky sighed and shook her head.
"Well, then you know what your on'y choice is then."
"Maybe…maybe I don't have to tell the other coaches that it's Joe's baby. I can just go on maternity leave during the off season and start up again after I have the baby…" she trailed off. "Who am I kidding? How am I supposed to train, travel, or go to matches with a child?"
Pinky stayed silent as Jess continued to contemplate her options.
"Even if that did work…once the girls get a good look at the baby, they'll know it's Joe's…and it's not like we can tell the child not to acknowledge its father around the pitch…you're right…there's no way around this is there?"
"Not if you keep the baby…"
Jess gave her another look and shook her head. Pinky held up her hands in surrender and dropped the subject.
"Well, I suppose I haven't got any choice. How am I supposed to tell Joe?"
"Well…I suppose you just tell him. It never helps to sugar-coat it. You should tell him tomorrow, after practice."
"I really don't want to. Can't I just wait a bit?"
"Well, sure…but you don't even know how far along you are. You skipped last month and, obviously, this month too, correct?"
"And you're positive that you had it the month before that?"
Again, she nodded.
"Well, then I suppose you can put it off a bit, but it's best if you just tell him…"
"He's gonna hate me…"
"No, he's not. He loves you."
Jess shrugged and walked out of the bathroom. Pinky switched off the light and followed her into the master bedroom where she plopped down on the bed, eyes shut.
"So have you talked to Joe at all in the last 3 days?"
Jess felt the bed sink slightly as it took on Pinky's weight. She shook her head without opening her eyes.
"How many times has he called you?"
"And has he left a message each time?"
She nodded and opened her eyes as Pinky whistled softly.
"You're not gonna get out of telling him tomorrow. He's gonna corner you before practice and after as well."
A muffled ringing began to emit from Jess' duffel bag on the floor beside the bed. Pinky got off the bed and retrieved the phone from within the mess of clothes that was Jess' overnight bag.
"Speak of the Devil…" Pinky said, holding up the phone, where she clearly read the name 'Joe' on the screen.
"If you don't answer it, I will," Pinky said.
Jess snatched the phone from her hand and reluctantly flipped it open.
"Jess! Where've you been? What's goin' on?"
"Nothing. Everything's fine."
"Bullocks. What's goin' on? You haven't talked to me in three days. You haven't bin answerin' any of me calls. What's goin' on?"
"Look…Joe…I can't do this over the phone…"
"Wait…Jess…are ya…are ya breakin' up with me…?" He asked, very hesitantly.
"What? No! Of course not! I wouldn't do that! I love you."
"Oh thank god. I dunno what I woulda done if ya did…"
"Joe…listen, I really can't tell you over the phone…I need to think some more…I'll talk to you tomorrow…After practice…"
"Yer scarin' me, Love."
"I know…I'm sorry…but I'll tell you tomorrow…I promise."
Silence greeted her words.
"Joe…I really gotta go…I love you…I'll see you tomorrow."
"All right. I love you too."
She flipped the phone shut and tossed it beside her as she lay back down.
"What're you gonna tell him?"
She groaned audibly and rolled onto her side, pulling her legs up to her chest.