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Jazmine Fenton, aka Jazz, is the the only child of Dr's Jackson and Maddie Fenton. She has just returned from a two month long road trip along the east coast where she visited every collage she could find to better get an idea of where she wants to go to school. One itsy bitsy tiny little issue, she is currently curled up in the upstairs bathroom at home with her mom trying to comfort her and three positive pregnancy tests sitting on the floor in front of her.
"I just don't understand! How? HOW? HOW!?" She is utterly inconsolable.
"Well, Jazzy," her father speaks up from the slightly open bathroom door, "You do know about sex, right?" Had it some from just about anyone else that statement would have been incredibly sarcastic, but from her father she knows it to be a genuine question.
"Sigh. Yes dad, I know about sex. But what I don't understand is that it shouldn't have happened! The one singular time i have had sex I was on birth control AND he was wearing a condom!"
"Was it that boy you mentioned meeting in Tennessee?"
"Yes, but i didn't even think to mention we had sex because it was literally just the one time! The rest of the week following that we just talked about books, writing, and psychology! It doesn't make SENSE!" And also murder, but she wasn't going to tell her parents the part about them meeting while independently tracking down and 'permanently beating up' an active child molester.
Mom was rubbing her back comfortingly, "well, dear, it is good that you practiced proper prevention. However the statistics do say that neither method are one hundred percent perfect at prevention."
She curls in tighter and lest herself fall over onto her side. "Great, so I really am cursed with horrible luck then."
"Nonsense!" her dad's booming voice startles both her and her mother. "Me and your mother have had that checked out five separate times! You aren't cursed, you are just unlucky!"
"Wow, thanks dad. Really helpful." She shouldn't be mean to her dad like that, she knows he's just trying to help however he can.
"... that was sarcasm right?"
"Yes dear it was."
"I'm sorry Jazzy."
"It's ok dad, I know your just trying to help." She stays curled up for another hour, her parents stay with her the whole time.