My Boyfriend Is A Geek ✔️

42: Gosh, am I really pregnant at eighteen?

“How do you even think of these things?” He asked between laughs, with me echoing the mirthful sounds from beside him.

“Hey, it's kind of your fault, you know? You turned me into a teen romcom addict.”

“Fair point. So, I guess we need rehab,” he remarked, feigning moroseness. 

“Yeah, nothing else can save us now,” I chimed, wiping away at an imaginary tear. “We're way too messed up.” 

A few seconds later of 'crying' over our addiction, we were bursting into chortles. 

In the decline of the throaty sounds however, my voice was slicing through – its earlier lightness gone. “To tell you the truth, there's a part of me that just wants to let go of everything. But then there's also this big part of me that can't stop from replaying everything that's happened over the years, and of what I could have done differently. 

And whenever I think of it, I end up feeling this searing pain all over again. I try telling myself it's all in the past and that I should remove it from my mind. Somehow, I think I don't even want to let go of it, or maybe it’s that I just can’t do it.”

“But you can,” Hawk offered, giving my hand a gentle squeeze, and staring at me in a way that made me want to believe him.

“You think?”

“Yes. Getting rid of it is the best thing you can do for yourself. It might not seem like it now, but later, when you look back, you'll realize you made the right choice.”

I knew he was right, and was just about to tell him just that when another voice came bursting through.

“Hawk Gary Moose!” Gina chided – quite angrily if I might add. Seriously, her eyes were literally glaring daggers at Hawk, who for the record, looked about as confused as I was about what was going on.

“How could you?”

“Mom, what...”

“Just be quiet,” she interjected, looking like she could skin him alive if he even tried getting another word in. Satisfied with having silenced him, she turned to me instead.

However, her eyes weren't the glaring ones from a few seconds ago. Rather, they gazed softly at me as she skidded over to where I was sitting on the bed. And next thing I knew, I was being squished in her arms.

“Oh, Milkshake, you don't have to worry anymore.”

Say what now?

“I totally understand what you're going through,” she added. If it was even possible, she tightened the hug.

I could already imagine my tombstone – Brooke Allen, aged 18. Died of suffocation from a super charged hug.

“You must feel so scared and unsure.”

And that was when it hit me – she must be referring to the thing with my mom. She probably overheard it as she was passing by. Well, that definitely explained her behavior. 

With that in mind, I found myself hugging her back, saying, “thank you, Gina. I really appreciate your saying that.” And I truly meant that.

“Don't even mention it,” she answered. “I'll support you through all of this, I promise.” She finally broke the hug, a smile remaining on her face soon after.

“But still, we'll need to talk to your parents about it.”

“I'm not sure I'm ready to talk to them though. I don't even know what to say, to my dad especially,” I admitted, staring down at my hands.