Loving You

Chapter 14

PARIS'S POV

"I'm pregnant. And you're the father."

It takes me a few seconds to realize what she says and my moth drops open. Sh-she's pregnant? Since when? I look at her in surprise, eyes wide and mouth fully agape. I see that she's close to tears so I calm my self. I take in a deep breath and let it go.

"For how long?" I ask her quietly. She seems surprised that I'm so calm and clears her throat.

"Four months. Before we broke up." She informs me. I nod my head and look around. We should go somewhere a little more...quiet. I voice this and she nods in agreement. We make our way outside to the back yard which is, surprisingly, virtually empty. We make our way to a bench swing and sit down. It's secluded over here so we can talk in private and not worry about anyone overhearing. Neither of us talk for a few minutes and I look around. There is a large pool near the center of the back yard and about seven teens are swimming around. Crickets sing their songs and ighning bugs are flying around, looking like small flames in the night.

"It was before we broke up. Remember that night we were at that party out at West Hill? We were drunk and we forgot to bring condoms..." She trails off and looks down at her hands. After a few seconds she continues.

"Well, I had missed my period but I thought it was just late so I didn't think about, and I just forgot. Then I started getting sick. After about a week of sickness my parents finally decided to take me to the doctor, and that's how we found out." She breathes out and peeks up at me from underneath her lashes. My face is expressionless and this seems to discourage her. I think for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"Why did you leave? If you knew you were pregnant and if it was -is- mines, why didn't you tell me?" I ask. My voice is strong, but quiet.

"After we found out, my parents got angry. They told me I had to get an abortion or leave." I stiffen at the word abortion. She senses this and lifts her head, straing me directly in the eye.

"I knew how you felt about abortion, so I told them no. The next day they sent me packing to my aunt's house in California. I wanted to tell you so badly. I was just afraid how you would react, and I was angry. I was angry because we were so stupid. Because we got drunk and did it without protection. " Tears were falling down her cheeks and hurt was in her eyes.

"So I went to all the appointments, all the classes. My aunt was a big help. She gave me hope, but I also realized that I didn't want this. I wasn't ready for a baby. So I decided I would give it up for adoption. Then I thought of when the baby was older, and how he would never know his mother or father, how he would be so alone. Then I thought of you. Your face popped into my mind. You would care for him, protect him, and love him. I got a job, bought a plane ticket, and now I'm here." She finished her story and finally looked away from my eyes. I have a kid? I look down at her stomach and the thought of a baby being there was so foreign, so...unreal.

"Are you sure it's mine?" I ask her. The question may be harsh, but I needed to be sure. She looks up and hurt flashes through her eyes.

"Yes I'm sure. If you want we can go get a DNA test right now." Anger was building up in her eyes and I wince. She visibly calms herself and I hesitate to speak again.

"So, it's a boy?" I qestion her. Hours seems to go past before she nods.

"Yes. We went and got the ultrasound before I booked my flight. A healthy baby boy." He voice is soft and I have to kind of lean in to hear her.

"Why aren't you showing?" I ask her. She seems confused until she looks down at her belly. She gives a small chuckles and softly pats her belly.

"I am. The Sweatshirt just hides it. Didn't want to cause any unwanted attention." I nod. That would be best. The last thing we needed was gossip. I look down at her stomach again and back at her eyes. She understands the unspoken question and nods.

"Go ahead." She whispers. I slowly place my hand over her belly and a small grin makes it's way onto my face. Yup, there's a baby bump. I scoot back on the bench and slowly lay my head on her abdomen. I couldn't hear anything, yet I knew there was a living being in there and I knew it was mine.

After about an hour of talking I walk Christy to her car. We stand there in silence going over the conversation we just had for the last two hours.

"I'll make an appointment for the DNA test tomorrow." She says, breaking the quiet. I look up in confusion and she shrugs.

"I want you to be a hundred percent sure that its yours. No doubts." She explains. She promises to call me with the appointment information, gets in her car, and drives away.

(The Next Day)

"Whoa. Dude are you serious? Christy's pregnant?" Trey asks in surprise and doubt. I nod my head in confirmation, a stern look on my face. He blows out a big breath of air and falls back into his seat. After Christy left the party yesterday, I decided a I would wait until today to tell Trey. He's the only person I've told so far. I haven't even got up the courage to tell my family. Trey looks at me out the corner of his eye and shakes his hear. I look around the deserted library at school. I asked Trey to meet here before school started so I could explain everything to him.

"That's going to be a big responsibility. I mean, a kid? Have you told anybody other than me?" he asks and shifts in his chair. I shake my head no and he sighs.

"What about Aidan? You're going to have to tell him." Trey asks me. I freeze. I hadn't even thought of that. What if leaves me? What teenager wants to be in a intimate relationship with a teen parent? I couldn't stand it if he left me, but I can't hide the truth from him either. I run my hands through my hnair and frustratedly pull at the brown strands.

"I don't want to lose him." I whisper. Trey looks at me calmly and nods in understanding.

''Do you love him?" He whispers. I look at him, confused at the question. I think about Aidan. His laugh, his smile, his beautiful brown eyes. The way he sub consciously wrinkles his nose when he reaches a good part of a book, or the ways his slender hands run over my chest when we kiss. Everything about him, from his brains to his tiniest habits, fascinates me and makes my heart thump.

"Yes." I answer firmly. Trey nods and gets up from his seat. He stretches and shoulders his bookbag. Students can be heard entering the  school building.

"Then tell him."

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Hey! Well, here's chapter 14 for ya. I'm so geeked because I preparing to publish the prolouge for my second story, The Elemental. It's gonna be a werewolf/ fantasy. I can't fucking wait! I found the perfect models to play the characters I've developed so far. I decided I won't publish it until I finish Loving you, so I won't become distracted. Anyways thought I should gush to someone about my new story. I absolutely the idea. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Paris to the side>>>>

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-IFLYEE