"Merlin," at Hestia's touch, Verity crumpled slightly, letting out a small sob. "Fred's not going to like this, he's not going to want this. Hell I don't want this." She was too young to have to deal with this, she wasn't ready for kids. She was still technically a teenager! She couldn't be a mum.
Verity let her façade fall completely, giving up even a semblance of strength, and looked up at Hestia, eyes red with unshed tears. "What do I do?"