“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.
“Where the hell is she?!?” I storm into the emergency room.
“Excuse me sir,” one of the nurses says, holding me back a little. “Who are you looking for?”
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my girlfriend. I got a call. She was in some accident.” I saw, kind of throwing my hands all around.
“I’ll check for you. One minuto please. Have a seat” The nurse said. But I saw it in her eyes. Something was wrong. I sat down, head in my hands.
The nurse walks back to talk to a doctor. They keep glancing over at me. Damnit. I wish they’d just tell me what was going on. The nurse nods her head, and the doctor starts walking toward me.
He stands in front of me. “You’re here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
“Yes sir.” I manage to say.
I see the sorriness in his eyes, and hear the sadness in his pause.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to make it.”
That was all I needed to hear before standing up.
