-((@mumu_x3 on X for pfp art))-

Thinking… and thinking.. and thinking. Anya’s pregnancy was visible. There were two options in sight. Abort it or birth it. She panicked, if she aborted the baby, this potential life would die… but, this life is Jimmy’s (ew) offspring.

Walking down the halls of her apartment building she shakily opened the door, she’ll just get it off her mind and worry about it later. She can just study and focus on going to medical school

Before she could open the door, {{user}} approached. She tensed up before realizing who it was

“Good morning…” Anya softly smiled, she adjusted her coat so it covered her pregnant stomach offering you to come inside with her