Unexpectaversay
Happy One Year Anniversary to Unexpected! In honor of the occasion, I have decided to make a “5 hour rant” about just how much this story means to me.
I guess I’ll start with the most important thing. This rant comes with a spoiler warning as I will be discussing the story itself, so if you have not read it, this is your warning.
Now, let’s get to how I came up with the idea for this story. I’ll be throwing it way back to when I was a child. I was probably…four years old, and my mom was pregnant with my youngest sister. The doctor had given her this magazine that had photos of babies in the womb, and I was absolutely delighted by these images. From then on, I became fascinated by anything having to do with pregnancy. Throughout my childhood, when there were no good cartoons on, I’d watch pregnancy and childbirth shows on TLC. In high school, I knew I wanted to be an OB/GYN.
I also found myself being fascinated by the subject of teenage pregnancy, like wow you can have a baby in high school? When I was ten, I watched this show on ABC Family called The Secret Life of the American Teenager, where the main character was a fifteen year old girl who got pregnant. Then, when I got into high school, I had a few friends who got pregnant. This made me become very supportive of teenage mothers.
Now onto the fanfiction side, my very first fic I ever read was actually a teen pregnancy fic. This was when I was about thirteen years old. From then on, I always wanted to write my own teen pregnancy fic, but alas, I wasn’t a good writer.
Then we skip ahead to 2016, when I decided to write my first fanfiction ever, and of course, it was for The Loud House. Once my writing improved, and I became more confident, I decided to was time to finally fulfill my dream. I wanted to write a teen pregnancy story.
Now, as for the idea itself, I definitely pondered it for awhile. What ship should I do? What should the baby be? What will their name be? What will their family think? There’s lots of questions involved with a story like this. At the time, I was super into Ronniecoln so that’s who I wanted to write about. Then came the fact that I’ll have to age them up, and I wasn’t super into that idea. After that, the obvious choice was, of course, Lobby. I’ll be honest, at this time I wasn’t a super big fan of Lobby. I shipped it, but it wasn’t my OTP. Lori is one of my favorite sisters though, and at the time I hadn’t written many stories with the siblings at canon age so, it was perfect. Now I just needed a general plot besides the fact that Lori is pregnant. One night, it hit me.
I tend to daydream a lot before I fall asleep. This is really how I come up with the ideas for my fanfics. Well, one night I had a daydream about Lincoln. He was crying while holding a baby. I didn’t see which sister it was, but I knew it had to be Lori. Anyone who knows me or has read my stories knows how much I love Lincoln. He’s the subject of many things I write, and often times it involves angst. There was another thing that enticed me about this daydream that also led me to write “Unexpected”. This is where it gets into spoiler territory, so you’ve been warned yet again. I knew that the baby absolutely had to be a boy.
I’ve always wondered what it would be like for Lincoln to have another boy in the house, and giving him a brother just wasn’t an option for me. How about a nephew instead? In the story, Lucy overhears Lincoln talking about how sometimes he feels lonely. This leads Lori to ask him what’s wrong, and they have a very cute brother/sister moment that I will insert down below:
After checking up on Lisa and Lily, she had one destination left. This was the one she always looked forward to the most.
Lincoln had his lamp on, letting her assume that he was still awake. She grabbed the doorknob and poked her head inside.
He was laying on his bed, in his orange pajamas, just staring at the ceiling.
"Hey, Linc," she said, softly as to not startle him.
He looked up at her. "Oh, hey Lori"
Lori looked at him. He had been acting strange for the past few weeks. She'd often ask him if he was alright, to which he'd answer, "Yeah, I'm okay."
As an older sister, she couldn't help but feel concerned. She knew he was lying, and this time he wouldn't be able to get himself out of it this time.
She went over and sat next to him. "Look, Linky," she began.
He sat up and looked at her. "Yeah?"
She put her hand on his leg. "You know that if something is bothering you, that you can talk to me about it, right?"
He nodded.
She turned to him. "So, is there anything you wanna talk about?"
He looked down. "Yeah…I guess so."
She frowned. "Does it have anything to do with what Lucy said a few weeks ago?"
He nodded.
"Do you wanna tell me about that?", she asked gently.
He sighed. "It doesn't matter."
"Why would you say that?", she asked. "You always matter."
"No, it doesn't matter because well," he began.
She scooted closer to him. "What is it?"
"You already have enough stuff to worry about right now," he continued. "I don't want you to worry about me, too."
"Oh, Lincoln," she said. "You're my little brother, you'll always matter to me." She said, grabbed his hand. "No matter what I'm going through, you can always talk to me."
Lincoln looked up at her. He had a little smile on his face. "Thanks, Lori," he said. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain."
"I'm all ears"
He sighed. "Well, do you remember a few weeks ago, when Lucy said something about me feeling alone?"
She nodded.
"She overheard me talking to myself, I guess and well," he started. "It's just sometimes I feel like the odd one out."
"What do you mean?"
"You have Leni, Luna has Luan, you all have each other," he continued. "I don't have anyone."
She looked at him, confused. "So, you don't like having your own room?"
He shook his head. "No, it's not that," he said. "You have sisters, other girls you can talk to about girl things. Me? I don't have a brother, the only other guy I have in this house is Dad."
Lori nodded, as she was started to understand. "So what I'm getting at is that, you sometimes feel left out because you're the only boy?"
He nodded.
"But what about Clyde?"
"He's my best friend," Lincoln said. "But sometimes I wish I had a brother, ya know? Someone I can share my room with, someone I can talk about boy things with."
Lori saw the sad expression on his face. "I know you said that you feel alone, but the truth is Lincoln," she said. "You're never alone."
"We may not be boys, but you're our brother, and we love you so, so much."
"I know, and I love you guys, too," he said. "But there's just always that feeling ya know?"
She used her hands to call him over to sit with her. He crawled over and climbed into her lap. She wrapped her arms around him.
"I hate that you feel that way, Linky," she said. "Just know that me and our sisters, we love making sure you're included in things too." She kissed his hair. "You're part of this family too."
Lincoln sniffled. "I know, and I'm sorry that I feel this way," he said.
"Don't be," Lori said. "Your feelings matter too."
Lincoln wiped his eyes. "Thanks Lori," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you."
"I love you too, Linky," she said. "And I bet your hoping I have a boy, aren't you?"
He nodded. "Yeah, that would be awesome," he said. "But I'd love it even if it's a girl."
"Me too," she said. "I love them so much."
"I love them too," Lincoln said, smiling.
"I'm glad you feel better, Linky," she said. "Now get some sleep, you've got school tomorrow."
She released him, and he crawled into his bed. Lori gave him Bun Bun, and she kissed his forehead.
"Good night, Linky," she whispered as she headed out the door.
"Night, Lori," he whispered.
She slowly closed the door behind her, leaving a small crack. She stood there and watched his eyes flutter closed as he drifted off to sleep.
"I love you, Lincoln."
Lincoln and Lori’s relationship is one of my absolute favorites in the show, so this scene was very pleasing to write. I have another scene to share, but I think it would be better to wait for the end. Now back to the writing process. The thing that scared me the most with this story was how Rita and Lynn Sr would react to Lori’s pregnancy, as well as Bobby. I’d never really written Bobby before, so it made me nervous.
Throughout the process of writing Unexpected though, I began to fall in love with Lori and Bobby’s relationship. I knew that he’d always love Lori, no matter what. Pregnancy is no easy thing, and I’m so happy that Lori had someone like Bobby there to support her through it all. I wanted to exploit Lori’s insecurities with her feeling fat and ugly due to her pregnancy. This led to some cute moments between her and Bobby.
Lori laid in her bed. Her head on a pillow, and her feet propped up. She watched as Bobby came back into the room, a bag of chips in his hand.
"Here ya go, Babe," he said, handing her the bag.
"Thanks, Boo Boo Bear," she said as she grabbed it. She opened it up, and began stuffing chips in her mouth.
Bobby laid down next to her, rolling over on his side and putting an arm across her belly. He made a funny face. "Are you really that hungry?"
Lori swallowed. "I can't help it, ever since I got pregnant, I eat like a horse."
"A cute horse"
Lori frowned. "You really think I eat like a horse?"
Bobby raised his eyebrows. "You're the one who said that."
"But you're supposed to disagree with me," Lori said, her voice getting louder. "You-you did this to me, Bobby!"
He was taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
"Just look at me," Lori said, moving her arms down her body. "I'm fat, my face is broke out, my feet are swollen, all I eat is junk food, and yet." She turned to him. "You're still here."
He moved in closer, putting a hand on her cheek. "Of course I am, Babe," he said softly. "I don't care if you're fat, or have zits all over your face." He put a piece of hair behind her ear. "I love you, no matter how you look."
Lori's lips quivered, and she felt tears threatening to run down her face. "You're just being nice," she said, sniffling.
He turned her so that she was looking at him. "Look, Lori, I mean what I say." He grabbed her hands. "And I mean it when I say…I think you're beautiful."
Lori closed her eyes as she felt the tears escape. "Oh Bobby…". She snuggled into his chest, his shirt becoming damp with her tears.
He laid his head on top of hers, his chin brushing against her hair. He rubbed her back, and pushed her head further into his chest. "I know that you probably don't see it the way I do, especially right now, but you are so beautiful."
"You think I'm beautiful even though I'm fat?", Lori asked.
"You're not fat, you're having a baby," Bobby said. "That's a wonderful reason to be 'fat'. When you told me you were pregnant, I was shocked, but I wasn't upset." He rubbed her hair. "I think I was more worried about how we would make this work. I had a job and a home in the city, I left my family, but I wouldn't do anything different."
He moved Lori up towards him so that she was facing him. He put both of his hands on her cheeks. "I don't hate you, Lori, I never could." He began wiping her eyes with his thumbs. "There's nowhere I'd rather be than with you." He pulled her in for a hug. "And there's no one else I'd rather have as the mother of my child."
Lori let out a sob as she put her arms around him. The last few weeks, she's felt so different. The rapid changes in her body made her feel fat, and ugly, and undesirable. The more she thought about it though, the more she knew she had picked the right guy.
"I love you so much, Bobby," she sobbed, snuggling into his shoulder.
He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you too, Lori."
They didn't even notice it when they fell asleep. All they cared about, was being in each other's arms.
The last thing I wanna talk about ,because this rant is already super long, is how throughout the course of this story, my writing style changed drastically. I began to show more than tell, and I was able to add in more details and really amp up the emotion. I’m so proud of how it turned out, and I continue to use what I learned from this story in my current writings, as well as the stories that came after this one.
This story is my legacy as a writer in this fandom, with it now being my most viewed and favorited story, sitting at over 36,000 views and ninety-four favorites. It’s the story that made Lobby my OTP, it’s the story that gave me my little “meme baby” and first OC, and best of all, it let me fulfill my dream of writing that teen pregnancy fic that I’ve always wanted to achieve.
Now, for the end of this rant, I will leave you with something special. Remember that daydream I talked about earlier? Well, that scene came to fruition in this story. I’ll leave off with that, since you’re all probably tired of me rambling now. Thanks for listening to me talk about something that means so much to me, both as a person as a writer. Now, for the moment you’ve all be waiting for.
Suddenly, everyone looked at the hallway entrance, as footsteps could be heard. Rita appeared, causing everyone to stand up.
"So, guys, the baby is here," she said.
Everyone began to talk excitedly and ask questions.
Rita motioned with her arms. "Settle down everyone, Lori and the baby are just fine. She's pretty tired, so she doesn't want many visitors right now."
A collective "Aww" could be heard.
"But, she did have a special request." She walked over to Lincoln, sticking out her hand. "Come on, sweetie, Lori has asked that you see the baby first."
Lincoln looked up at his mom, his mouth dripping open a bit. "R-Really?"
She nodded. "Yep, let's go."
He handed his comic to Ronnie Anne, who gave him a smile. He stood up, grabbed Rita's hand.
She led him down the long hallway. He could already feel the sweat beginning to form on his face, and his legs became shaky. His breathing became heavy as he felt his heart racing in his chest.
They stopped in front of a plain, white door.
"Okay, here we are," she said. She pushed the door open and they stepped inside.
Lincoln saw his sister laying in the bed, a small bundle in her arms. She put a finger to her lips, indicating that he needed to be quiet.
He stepped as close as his legs would take him without collapsing.
"Hi, Linky," she whispered. "Are you ready to meet your nephew?"
A shaky smile quickly spread across his face. Nephew? He had a nephew?
Lori held the baby out to him, but he stepped away.
"I-I c-can't," he started. "M-My hands are too shaky, what if I drop him?"
She smiled at her brother. "It's okay, Lincoln, you won't drop him."
He let her put the baby into his arms. His breathing became slower as he looked at his adorable, sleeping face.
"His name is Luis," Lori said, softly.
"H-Hi Luis, I'm your Uncle Lincoln," he said.
It took him a few moments to realize it. He had a nephew, his sister had a son. There was another boy in the family. He gently rocked Luis in his arms, and caressed his cheek. His lips began to tremble, a few tears running down his cheeks.
Lori frowned. "Oh, Linky, are you crying?"
He nodded, sniffling. "Y-Yeah," he wiped his eyes. "I just love him so much."
Rita held out her hands, and Lincoln handed her the baby.
He walked up to his sister, placing his arms around her.
Lori hugged him back, as hard as she could, and laid her head on his.
He let himself cry into his big sister's shoulder. She rubbed his back as he whimpered loudly.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry, I just…I just…", he sobbed.
"Shhh, it's okay, Linky. I love you," she said, running her fingers through his hair.
"I-I love you too," he said, sniffling.
For a little while, it was just him and his big sister. She laid there, caressing him as he let out all of the happiness and feelings he was experiencing. Lori hadn't expected him to react this way, but knowing her little brother already felt such a strong attachment to her son, made her heart melt.
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