My name is Abraham and I'm 34 years old. I'm married and I have a 17 year old kid. But I should probably tell this story from the beggining.
I met my wife Molly in highschool. We were in 11th grade and she was new in school. First day of school, I was outside smoking a cigarrete and noticed this girl with the most luring smile I had ever seen. She was pretty! And hot! I was intrigued. She seemed really shy, she was just standing there, also smoking, alone, looking nervous as hell. I went inside to see if I could find my friends. As I was looking for the classroom, I'm surprised by my best friend Brody.
"Dude, it's feels like forever since we hang out! I miss you bro."
"Yea bro I've missed you too! What's up?"
"Nothing much, just really bored already and school hasn't even started. Did you hear that there's a new girl in our class?"
"I had no idea. Cool! We should get going tho bro."
As we got to the classroom, I noticed everybody was already there and there was this girl standing next to Mrs. Channing. It was the girl I saw outside.
"Brody, Abraham, nice of you to finally join us, take a seat! Alright, now that everybody's here, we have a new student this year and I would like for her to introduce herself to you now! Promisse me you'll be nice to her guys! Go ahead sweety!" - Mrs. Channing gently pushed her in front of the board and told her to start.
"Hey, my name is Molly and I'm 16. I transfered to this school because my dad is in the military and was relocated here. I, hum, guess that's it." God, this girl was so shy, it was cute!
Classes were pretty short that day so I headed home early.
The next day when I got to school Molly was already hanging with my friends. How weird, she seemed so shy. I guessed they tried to make her feel welcomed by calling her to hang out with them. She wasn't really talking with anybody, she was just standing next to them, smoking a cigarrete. I approched my friends and said "Good Morning!". Everybody replied, except her. She looked at me with a total resting bitch face and then looked away. She totally iced me out. What the fuck? What's this girl's deal? She was really starting to get my attention.
But as time went by, Molly and I were actually becoming friends. Despite that weird vibe I had in the beggining that she didn't like me (and she later did confirm that she thought i looked like and asshole, despite not even knowing me, what the fuck. But she did apolozige a lot afterwards), we started getting along pretty well and getting really closer really quick. We hung out all the time. We started to really fall for each other, it happened very naturally. We flirted non stop, I was always teasing her. It was fun, I was really starting to like this girl.
You see where this is going right? We started dating a few months after that. Things were going great, we were really good together. That girl was really something else, I was crazy for her. It was really intense, as we were so different from each other. We would have stupid fights all the time always to end up making up right away because we just couldn't resist each other. I mean, it was a good relationship, but a crazy one too.
And a year went by, and we were still together. We really were in love.
And then we got stupid. We had all the information in the world, we were smart kids, but we still fucked like rabbits without ever, not even once, using a condom. We just didn't think. And when she told me she was pregnant I felt like my life was ending. And so did she. We had no idea of what to do, we were kids. We had long discussions regarding our future. She made it very clear from the beginning that she wanted to keep the baby. I did too, but I was really scared.
We decided to keep it a secret for as long as we could, but once she started showing we had no choice. When she told her parents, they kicked her out, so she came to live with me. My parents weren't happy of course, but they were more understanding.
Molly eventually dropped out of school, but pressured me to at least graduate. She knew I had dreams, I wanted to go to college, to be sucessfull, to be swimming in money. She just didn't understand that that was no longer possible. How could I go to college and still be able to provide for my baby and my girl? I just didn't think I could do it, so I dropped out as well and got a job.
We stuck together the entire time, we leaned on each other, never blaming one another. We never fought during the pregnancy, we decided in the beggining what our future would be and stuck to the plan, we didn't want to fail each other.
But I guess in the end we always kind of resented each other for being so stupid. We were 17, whatever goals we had were put aside and all the focus went to the baby.
Ironically, on the day we were supposed to be graduating, our son was born. The most beautiful baby boy. We named him Dominic.
And after that, our lifes completly changed.