“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.