“You ok?” Y/N asks, grabbing my hand.
I was shaking. “I don’t know…
I’m about to tell my family I’m having a baby and I’m only 14.”
She laughs, a little bit nervously. “You’re not having the baby, I am.”
“Pretty much the same thing.” I grumble.
“No you aren’t going to push a melancia out-”
“Ok! Ok! It’s totally different!” I say, wanting to spare the details.
“Well, you just happened to be the one who stuck his-“
I give her a look. “Ok! I get it!”
She snickers. “Just trying to prove a point.”
“I have gotten your point.” I grin. But it soon fades. “What do you think they’re gonna do? I’m worried… What if they hate me, or-“
“Hey,” she cuts me off, grabbing my hand. “This is all that matters.” She puts my hand on her stomach, a tiny, not even visible bump.
And that’s when it clicks.
My baby was in there. 50% of me. I didn’t matter what they thought, only if Y/N and the baby, my baby, were alright. There was a little person who was going to call me daddy. So screw what they thought. If they weren’t going to support me with something I have to support, they could go to hell.
“Wow.” I whisper, just kind of holding my hand there.
“You feel him too?” She kinda whispers.
“Him?” I ask.
“Yeah… I think it’s a boy.”
I shake my head. “It’s a girl.”
“I don’t think-“
I cut her off with a short kiss on the lips. “It’s a girl.” I pull back.
“If you say so…” She mutters as I pull her into a hug. “Five bucks I’m right.”
“You’re on.” I nod.
Wow. We we are actually betting on our unborn child.
My Lord.
What kind of parents…
I don’t even want to think about this.
I was shaking. “I don’t know…
I’m about to tell my family I’m having a baby and I’m only 14.”
She laughs, a little bit nervously. “You’re not having the baby, I am.”
“Pretty much the same thing.” I grumble.
“No you aren’t going to push a melancia out-”
“Ok! Ok! It’s totally different!” I say, wanting to spare the details.
“Well, you just happened to be the one who stuck his-“
I give her a look. “Ok! I get it!”
She snickers. “Just trying to prove a point.”
“I have gotten your point.” I grin. But it soon fades. “What do you think they’re gonna do? I’m worried… What if they hate me, or-“
“Hey,” she cuts me off, grabbing my hand. “This is all that matters.” She puts my hand on her stomach, a tiny, not even visible bump.
And that’s when it clicks.
My baby was in there. 50% of me. I didn’t matter what they thought, only if Y/N and the baby, my baby, were alright. There was a little person who was going to call me daddy. So screw what they thought. If they weren’t going to support me with something I have to support, they could go to hell.
“Wow.” I whisper, just kind of holding my hand there.
“You feel him too?” She kinda whispers.
“Him?” I ask.
“Yeah… I think it’s a boy.”
I shake my head. “It’s a girl.”
“I don’t think-“
I cut her off with a short kiss on the lips. “It’s a girl.” I pull back.
“If you say so…” She mutters as I pull her into a hug. “Five bucks I’m right.”
“You’re on.” I nod.
Wow. We we are actually betting on our unborn child.
My Lord.
What kind of parents…
I don’t even want to think about this.
“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” You mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the cama a little more.
“Did you remember the football?” You ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll amor it.”
“Yeah…” You mumble.
“Before you fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, showing you a black box.
You open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I amor it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”
