Will you miss me when I'm gone?

•Chapter 20•

I'm going to make each chapter one month into her pregnancy. Hopefully they will be longish. Anyway enjoyyyy ~Marz

*month 2*

"Mara! It's time to get up!" Preston Wakes me up kissing me.

"But I'm tiredddd" I groan.

"I know babe but it's noon. You gotta eat something."

"Fineeee"

I get up and put on some softee shorts. And a tank top. I put my hand on my stomach. I'm showing just a little, not a lot tho. Preston comes in behind me.

"Have you thought of any names yet?" I ask him.

"For a boy? Ryker. For a girl? Aurora." He says.

"I like them"

"What do you want?" He smiles.

"A girl."

"Same"

His smile still kills me.

"Hey I just realized something." I say.

"What?" He asks confused.

"I haven't met your family yet and it's been like 6 months."

"Oh right." He scratches the back of his head. "We should probably go do that."

"Yeah." I laugh

I put some jean shorts and Preston's sweatshirt on. He grabs the keys and we leave.

He seems really nervous about me meeting them. I met her mom and she seemed nice.

We pull into the driveway and walk up to the door. Preston knocks. A man in his 50s opens the door. I assume it's Preston's dad.

"Preston! What a wonderful surprise!" He says hugging preston.

"Hey dad." He says.

"And you must be Mara." He looks at me. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." I say shyly.

"Come on in" his dad says.

We walk in and Preston's mom runs up to us.

"Hey guys!" She says hugging us really tight.

"Hi Mrs. Arsement." I say.

"Call me Jayne."

I nod.

"So what brings you guys here?" She asks sitting down on the couch.

"Well we have some news." Preston says looking at me.

"Yeah?" His dad says sitting on the couch next to his mom.

"Mara's pregnant." He says nervously.

"Oh my goodness!" His mom stands up and hugs me.

"Wait." His dad says sternly. "Was this planed?"

Preston nods.

"How old are you Mara?" He says.

"David..." Jayne says to his dad.

"I'm 19 sir. 20 in a week." I say.

"You're a little young to be having a child with my son. Do you even know how old he is?" He says.

"He's 21 sir." I can feel myself start to tear up.

"It was my idea!" Preston yells standing up. "It was my idea! We talked about it and we are both ready! I'm an adult dad! I get to choose my own life decisions."