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4
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I took a few personal days that week for several reasons. First, I had a crazy bout of nausea first thing in the morning, which was all-consuming. Second, I felt depressed. Additionally, I didn’t feel like facing Ryan on our drive to work; I was afraid I might tell him what was really going on. Ryan had a way of getting the truth out of me, but the truth about my pregnancy was something I didn’t think he was ready to handle.
Once the house was empty, I got my coffee and laptop and started researching my options. Everything I found provided me with suggestions such as giving up the baby either before or after birth; those options just weren’t for me. Even though I hadn’t planned to be pregnant, now that I was, I wanted my baby and refused to let him go. I wasn’t sure how I would raise the baby, but I knew something would work out.
I lazed around the house for most of the day, my mind on Ryan. I wondered how exactly to talk to him about my pregnancy. In the evening, out of sheer boredom, I started making dinner, a chicken and rice dish. Thankfully, my stomach was calmer and I was able to get through cooking without several trips to the bathroom. My mom was the first person to come home.
“Hey, honey,” she greeted me as she walked in. She was wearing her favorite red skirt with a blue top that complemented her dark hair and brown eyes.
“Hi, Mom.” I hugged her, standing slightly over her even though she was relatively tall. Mom and I could pass for twin sisters if not that I was a few inches taller than her. She was a lawyer and frequently gone on business trips. Even though I missed her a lot when she was gone, her absence gave Ryan and I lot of time to fool around when Dad wasn’t at home.
“How was your day? Feeling any better?” she asked as she took off her shoes.
I had told her I was having cramps and let her assume it was period cramps. No way was I going to tell her I felt tired, nauseous, and downright beat. My mom was a smart woman - it would have taken her two seconds to figure out I was pregnant. Since I hardly ever hid things from her, I’d be forced to confess my pregnancy to her, and subsequently, my involvement with Ryan.
“Much better,” I said, smiling. “Thanks.”
“I can see. You’re cooking. That’s a good sign,” she said as she sat next to me.
“I’m good,” I retorted, hating the fact that I was lying to her. What was I going to tell her? That I was not good and in fact pregnant?
“Good to hear.”
“Good to hear what?” Dad asked as he walked in and overheard us talking.
“Oh, just girl stuff,” I answered, giving him a hug.
“Then I’ll keep on walking,” he teased as he kissed Mom on the lips. It was still so good to see my mom happy after the nasty and lengthy break up with my biological father a few years ago.
“Is Ryan home yet?” Dad asked.
”No yet,” I answered. I looked at the clock. It was already six. “But he should be back soon.”
Ryan got home a little over an hour later. Dinner was finished and on the table. After dinner, our parents retired to the living room to watch television and we cleaned up.
“Liv, we have to talk,” he whispered as we cleaned up the table.
“About what?” I replied in a low voice. I assumed he didn’t want our parents overhearing us.
“About protection,” he replied, looking through the kitchen door to make sure no one was in earshot.
“Yes, we should,” I replied, feeling sorry for him. The poor guy didn’t realize it was too late for protection, and I didn’t want to burst his bubble, especially now that I knew he didn’t want me to get pregnant.
“We’re having sex so frequently. Don’t get me wrong, that’s great, but we need to make sure you don’t get pregnant,” he explained as he turned the kitchen tap on so that our words didn’t carry to the living room.
“Yes,” I said, unsure how to reply.
“We have to do something really quick. If we don’t, you might end up pregnant and that wouldn’t be good for any of us. At least not right now,” he said.
For a split second, I wanted to blurt out that we were already screwed, but the look on his face told me he’d panic. The only ray of hope in his statement was that he had said “not right now.” That meant he didn’t think it was absolutely terrible at some point in time, but now wasn’t the best time to have a baby. I agreed with him one hundred percent. Even if I had intended to tell him, I knew this was not the time to do so. Maybe some other time would be better…sometime when we were alone, without possible company.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, jolting me back to reality. For a second, I had let my mind wander.
“You’re right. Having a baby right now would be crazy. Let’s talk a little more after Mom and Dad go upstairs.”
He nodded, and we continued cleaning in silence. When we finished, I excused myself to my room with the intention of coming downstairs in a couple of hours. I needed to get some rest. The pregnancy made me so much more tired than I normally felt. Unfortunately, I fell asleep before anyone else and our opportunity to talk evaporated.
The next morning, I woke up bright and early and in a better mood, but because I had called off the entire week, I decided to stay home and rest. It would give me time to think more about my options once the house was empty.
Around midday, I was so bored and needed to talk to someone. I was lying on the bed wearing just a t-shirt and missing Ryan terribly. I pulled my phone out and texted Ryan to find out what he was doing.
Ryan texted back immediately. About to go show a house.
Okay, I responded.
What are you doing?
Playing with myself. Gosh, I hope my parents never read our texts.
Can I see?
No.
What are you wearing?
Nothing. I was wearing just a cotton shirt, but I thought it was sexier to say nothing. Truth be told, I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I’m rock HARD for you.
That single bold word brought a visual image of his cock, erect and stiff, pointing toward me, begging for relief. I imagined my mouth engulfing his shaft, licking and sucking him like there was no tomorrow. Then, he would slowly insert his cock into me at the height of his excitement, and I would ride him slowly until he came.
Too bad, I typed.
Feel better? he asked.
Why?
So you can meet me.
Where?
At the house I’m showing. Plenty of play room. I’ve got a bit of time.
Sounds immaculate.
Reasonably priced. So you coming?
A little tired now. Next time.
I would have loved to meet him, but I knew what was going to happen. We were going to have more sex, and probably more unprotected sex. Not that it mattered. I had zero chances of getting pregnant, as that had already happened. However, it just didn’t seem right to have sex with him when I hadn’t told him about the baby. And the way things were shaping up, I wasn’t going to tell him about the baby at all. It seemed the only person that might discover I was ever pregnant might be my gynecologist; I had made an appointment to see her the next day.
When Ryan came home that evening, we pretended like the earlier texts hadn’t happened and went about our evening as usual. The next morning, I went to my doctor’s appointment, and sure enough, I had a confirmed positive test. Reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I was carrying Ryan’s baby for real.
“Do you know what you want to do yet?” Dr. Morgan asked gently as we sat in her office.
“No,” I replied, unable to hold her eyes.
“Do you have family support?” she asked.
“No one knows yet.”
“You should consider talking to someone you’re close to. Pregnancy can be difficult, and you’ll need all the support you can get.” I remained silent. “Do you need me to talk to anyone?”
I looked at her in panic. “You can’t tell anyone.”
“Liv, I would never tell anyone. Besides, that would go against our confidentiality agreement. I can’t tell anyone about your pregnancy without your written, expressed permission. But, you need to think about sharing your news with a parent or maybe the father of the baby. I can also refer you to a pregnancy hotline. They can offer you many resources to help you make the best decision for you and your baby.”
I nodded. I wished the kind doctor could talk to my parents and Ryan, but it wasn’t her job to do that. I had to take care of this problem myself. Besides, how could I tell her, or anyone for that matter, that my stepbrother was responsible for impregnating me? Even though the doctor was nice and thoughtful, I was pretty sure her demeanor would change once she heard who the father of my baby was.
“That‘d be great,” I murmured. I got up to leave her office.
“One last thing, Liv. You were very brave to come to me. Most young adults are ashamed when things like this happen, and they avoid the doctor until it’s too late. You can’t keep the secret all to yourself or it could cause a great deal of mental, physical, and emotional stress. We don’t want that.”
“I know,” I answered, tears beginning to well in my eyes.
“Just remember that people who know you will not judge you as harshly as you think they might. I’d suggest opening up to someone you trust. If you have a good relationship with the father of the baby, let him know as well, okay? Something to consider.”
“Yes,” I muttered. What the doctor said made sense, but I was afraid it was just the beginning of several lectures I’d get from all the adults in my life. Of course I knew I could tell Ryan what was going on, but we had such a great secret relationship, and I didn’t want to ruin things by telling him about the baby yet.
I left the doctor’s office even more confused than when I had arrived. After driving around for some time, I decided to go to the mall. At least retail therapy might offer some distraction. I didn’t want to hang out with friends, not that I had many friends. My best friend, Samantha, was working at her uncle’s finance company in London for the summer. Even if she were around, I would not hang out with her for fear of her finding out what was going on.
Against my better judgment, I went into a baby store when I got to the mall. I immediately felt claustrophobic around the dozen women in different stages of pregnancy drooling over baby clothes. They all looked huge to me…the site of the monstrous women brought up something I had forgotten would happen to me, should I follow through with the pregnancy. They were certainly all older than me, which made me feel out of place.
I hung around for a little bit, imagining how many things I’d need for the baby – it was ridiculous! From strollers to diapers to bottles to clothes to bibs – the list went on and on. How the heck was I supposed to afford all that on my student allowance? I suddenly realized there was no way in the world I could have Ryan’s baby without our parents’ full emotional and financial support. I could get a job, or rather, I’d have to get a job, as would Ryan. Yet, even at that, we would still need more than just our salaries to take care of a baby.
Suddenly, things looked bleak. I left the shop and forced myself to visit my regular retail haunts, but my world was crashing down around me. I realized that anything I bought would be a waste and what I really needed was maternity clothes. l lost it. I practically ran out of the mall with every intention of going home and burying my head for the next few days. If I put up an act that I was not feeling well, maybe the entire house would let me be without being too inquisitive.
As I was about to get into my car, my phone rang. It was him. I looked through the caller ID and realized I had missed several of his calls unintentionally, since my phone had been on silent at the doctor’s office. I didn’t really feel like talking to him or anyone at the moment, so I ignored the call. Another call came through and I let it go to voicemail. Soon, my phone beeped with a text message.
Hi Liv.
I could at least respond to his text to let him know I was fine.
Hey Ryan.
You okay?
Yeah. Why?
Been trying to reach you all day.
At the mall.
Which one?
Eastfield.
Done?
Yeah. Why?
I’m just down the street. Wanna stop by?
Maybe. Where?
Sitting in the driveway of the house from yesterday.
For a few minutes, I didn’t respond. I remembered what had happened the last time we’d showed a house together. I remembered the way he had held me while thrusting into me, his cock buried in my pussy like I belonged entirely to him.
Are you there? he texted.
I looked at the flashing words and tried to decide what to do. There was no way I could see him alone without having sex. Even if he didn’t want to, which I doubted, I wanted to…so badly. And going to the house would give me a chance to talk to him in private, something that had been difficult to do since I’d been off from work. We hadn’t been riding together in the mornings.
Maybe it was time I told him what was going on. Whether I liked it or not, regardless of how long I wanted to keep things a secret, I had to tell him. The baby was his and the doctor was right…someone, especially the father of the baby, should know. Maybe Ryan and I would find a way to talk to our parents, if needed.
You okay? he texted again.
Yeah, I’m good. Just getting my shit together.
Thought you were gone.
No.
So you coming to hang with me?
I guess.
Really?
Yes. What’s the address?
He texted me the address of the house, and luckily, it was just down the street. Within five minutes, I pulled into the driveway.
Ryan was dressed in dark pants and a light blue, button-down shirt, leaning casually against the door, waiting for me. I could see him watching me. He’d once told me he loved watching me walk, that I had the elegance of a runway model. Of course, I had never believed him, but that didn’t stop me from making a show of walking and swinging my hips whenever I knew he was paying attention to me. That day was no exception. As nervous as I was about seeing him, I was ready to have sex with him. I made a conscious effort to put on a little show for him. As I got closer, his smile made it worth my while. He was very relaxed and that was a good start.
“Hey, beautiful,” he called out as I got closer and a wider smile curved his lips.
“Hey, Ryan,” I grinned, my reservations and nervousness melting away. His smile had a way of relaxing me.
“So, what do you think of the neighborhood?”
“It’s quiet,” I said.
“The house?”
It was nothing fancy, even though it looked homely from the outside. Cookie-cutter brick walls, front lawn, and backyard, new housing development. It seemed to be a quiet neighborhood.
Ryan opened the door and stepped aside to let me in first. The house was bigger than it looked from the outside - hardwood floors, a foyer, couple of living rooms, a fireplace, large kitchen, a dining room, and some other rooms upstairs. No beeping alarms. He did his usual walk-through of the house to make sure we were alone. He called out loud, and when he was sure were alone, he walked back to me.
“I wouldn’t mind living here,” I said.
“Maybe one day it’ll be our starter home,” he said, grinning and drawing me close to him.
“Quit playing,” I said as I disengaged myself from the hug. I didn’t reply to his comment about “our starter home.” There was no need to. First off, I wasn’t sure where that comment had come from, and second of all, once he knew I was pregnant, all talks of a starter home or even a long-term relationship would be gone.
“So, when are your clients coming over?” I asked, changing the topic.
“About two hours.”
“Nice house. Not bad,” I commented, looking at the house. When I turned back to face him, I hadn’t realized that he was standing right behind me. I ended up in his arms.
“Not bad,” he replied. Before I could ask what wasn’t bad - the house or me - his lips had claimed mine. At first, I was slow to kiss him back, but as he gently persisted with his kiss, my body awakened to the desires he usually caused in me.
“Oh, Ryan, why do you always do this to me?” I murmured as I held on tight to him, caressing him. One part of me wanted to hold on tight to him forever, but the other part of me wanted to sit him down and tell him what was going on.
“It’s all your fault. I can’t resist you,” he murmured as he bit my lips gently and started walking us towards the wall.
“The door,” I said, pointing to the door, which was still open. “You’re trying to get us fired.”
“Damn,” he swore as he extended his leg to kick the door shut. The entire house shook. “You won’t be fired. You’re not on the clock.”
“That’s true,” I giggled. “You will be, and I’d like to see you explain to Mom and Dad why you got fired.”
“I don’t care if I get fired because of you,” he said as he continued pushing me gently against the wall.
“Brownie points, again,” I smiled. “You’re getting better at this.”
He pinned me against the wall and his hands started caressing different parts of my body furiously. “I’ve missed you, Liv,” he grunted as he fumbled with my clothes.
“I’ve missed you too, Ryan,” I said, reaching out to unbutton his shirt. Soon our pile of clothes formed a pool in one corner of the room, and we were both naked.
“You’re perfect,” he said as his mouth descended on my nipples.
I relaxed against the wall and let him pleasure me the way only Ryan knew how. He cupped my breasts and alternated between them, each time cupping my mound, caressing, and squeezing it as he nibbled on the nipples. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I tried to pull him up so I could go down on him - I needed to touch his sweet cock.
“Not yet,” he told me, taking both my hands and pinning them against the wall. He held them with one hand.
“Ryan, I need you,” I hissed.
“I need you too, baby, but it’s been so long. I need to make you remember what you’ve missed,” he said.
I knew Ryan too well. There was not much I could do to change his mind once it was made up. I decided to relax. It wasn’t like I was getting a bad deal. He kissed my nipples a few more times and started trailing kisses down my belly to my belly button and stopping on my pubic area. I shivered in response.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded, my words lost in my ecstasy. “Good, because I’m only just beginning.”
“Oh, gosh,” I moaned and prepared for the best. He spread my legs apart, and without warning, his lips descended on my pussy.
“Fuck,” I said as his warm tongue touched my clit.
“Like it?” he asked.
“Fuck, yeah,” I moaned loudly.
“The neighbors can hear you,” he said.
“Fuck,” I yelled even louder.
“That makes it better,” he said, laughing. “I was only kidding.”
“Shut up, Ryan, and eat me,” I ordered. I blushed as I realized how dirty my words sounded. But it did the trick; he spread my legs even wider and inserted his tongue into my pussy again, licking around my clit and pushing past to my slit.
“Gosh,” I moaned as he began to fuck me with his tongue.
He continued the motion, thrusting his tongue repeatedly in and out of me, his hands caressing my inner legs, fueling the crazy sensations building up in me. Just when I thought I couldn’t bear it anymore, he stopped and stood up. I looked down and saw his massive cock, ready and hard for me. I reached out to stroke him, but he pulled my hand away.
“It’s all on me today,” he grinned. “Just relax.”
“I can work with that,” I giggled and took my hand away from his cock, but my eyes were fixated on it. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed him.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
“What?”
“Turn around and put your hands against the wall.” I obeyed, my back to him and my hands held high. “Spread your legs,” he whispered into my ear. I spread them. “Wider,” he commanded again.
I spread them even wider. His hands caressed my back and cupped my ass, squeezing it so hard I thought it would burst.
“Harder,” I cried once I got used to the force he was exerting on my ass.
Instead of squeezing harder, he patted my ass instead. Gently at first. Upon getting no reacting from me, he hit me a little harder each subsequent time. I had watched people having rough sex and had always imagined it was not my style, but the “thump” of Ryan’s palm on my butt, and the sweet-bitter pain it was exerting, turned me on even more. He did this a couple more times, and each time, my moans got louder.
When he was satisfied, he spread my legs just a tad bit more and made me lean back so my ass jutted back towards him.
“Are you ready?” he moaned in my ear.
“Ready for what?” I asked. Before I could prepare myself for whatever he was offering, he penetrated my pussy to the core. “Fuck.”
“Ready for me,” he answered and started thrusting deeply into me. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. So fucking tight.”
I braced myself against the wall and tried to match his rhythm. Soon we were rocking in unison, my hands on the wall, my ass toward him, his cock buried deep inside me, thrusting and penetrating me to the hilt. We moaned and grunted as he pushed harder and deeper, his strokes getting rougher by the second.
“Oh, gosh,” I moaned as ripples of orgasm began to fill me.
He wasn’t too far behind me; his moans had gotten stronger and his thrusts were now fiercer.
“Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me faster,” I screamed as he continued fucking me, harder, stronger, until I felt a huge wave of orgasm tear through me.
“Liv,” he moaned as his hips kept moving.
“I’m coming,” I hissed as I pushed my hands against the wall, my body shaking.
“Fuck!” he cried. “Shit, Liv, we need a condom…Fuck!” He was coming, too, and he couldn’t stop himself.
“Too late,” I yelled as I was fully overtaken by orgasm. I could feel Ryan’s sperm spilling inside of me.
We remained silent for several seconds after our orgasms, but soon, Ryan pulled out of me and turned me around. We sat on the floor, holding each other, spent.
“That was great,” Ryan said, smiling at me. “I could do this forever with you.”
“I could, too.” And that moment seemed to be the best time to break the news to him. “Ryan?”
“Huh?”
“I have some news.” I sat up. “You know how I said it was too late for condoms?”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t mean today. I meant in general.”
“You’re pregnant?” He sat up as well.
“Yes. I’m sorry.” Without warning, tears started running down my cheeks.
“Fuck, Liv. Why didn’t you say something earlier?” Ryan’s voice was surprisingly calm. He didn’t sound as mad as I thought he’d be. Instead, he threw his arms around my shoulders and tried to comfort me. “Why didn’t you say something before today?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t want to mess you up and I didn’t want you to get mad,” I replied, wiping the tears off my face. Maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as I had thought. I had expected Ryan to be livid, but he was acting like he had expected something like this to happen.
“Liv, mess me up? Get mad? I got you pregnant. I should have known better. I’m more concerned about you. How long have you known?”
“Just a few days. You know…all the nausea I thought was a stomach bug?”
“You were pregnant all along? I should have known it. How far along are you?
“Just a few weeks,” I replied.
“And you’ve kept it a secret from me? Why?”
“I just confirmed it this morning, Ryan. I wanted to be sure before I told you.”
“Were you honestly going to tell me today if I hadn’t asked you to meet me out here?”
“Probably not,” I answered truthfully. No point lying now. It was important he knew how I felt.
“Why, Liv? Why wouldn’t you trust me?”
“Ryan, I don’t know. It’s not about trust. I trust you, but this is all too complicated.”
“I don’t see anything complicated about it. We made love, we got pregnant, now we have to make things work for us.”
“It’s not that easy,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
“Of course it’s not. Do you know what you want to do with the baby?” he asked. “Please tell me you want to keep the baby.”
“I’m not sure yet. I have to think about the impact on you, Mom, Dad...it’s just too complicated,” I said and started sobbing again.
“Liv, it’s your decision, but don’t worry about me. I want the baby, our baby, but only if you want the baby as well. Just remember that we’re not random strangers who met, fucked, and got pregnant. This is a child made out of love, and I hope you keep that in mind as you make the best decision.” He reached out to rub my belly.
I looked at Ryan as though he had lost his mind. There were so many things going on at one time. He had just confessed that he loved me, whereas most young men who were presented with a pregnant partner almost always took to the highway. And he wanted to keep the baby? He continued to rub my belly lovingly.
I gently took his hands away from my belly. “Ryan, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you don’t have to. We don’t even have to say the baby is yours if you don’t want Mom and Dad to know. I can say it’s whoever’s. Heck, I can even say I don’t know who the father is…”
“Liv, I’m not trying to do anything I don’t want to do. This is my child and I honestly want it. I’m not lying or making up stories. It’s the honest to goodness truth.” His voice was raised and he was getting frustrated.
“You’re not just trying to make me feel better?”
“Do you love me, Liv?” he asked, a lot calmer.
The question caught me off guard. I knew I loved him, but I had never expressed it to him the way he’d just told me. And now he was asking me directly; part of me wanted to deny it so that he didn’t feel obligated to stay with me or keep the baby. The other part of me wanted to reach out and hold him tight and tell him how I’ve loved him since the first day I met him. Tell him how I knew he’d end up in my bed. Tell him how often I had dreamed of his cock buried in me. Tell him how he meant the world to me.
The pregnancy had taken me by surprise, but deep in my heart, I wanted the baby so badly. I knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but with support, I was sure I’d be fine. I just needed to be sure Ryan was in it for the long haul as well. The stubborn part of me won. I wasn’t going to answer his question, at least not the way he expected me to.
“Do you, Liv? You don’t have to answer right now,” he said.
“Ryan, what difference does loving you make in this situation? Love or not, we’re simply too young to deal with this. I personally want to keep the baby, but I need to know I’m doing it for the right reasons,” I said.
“What are the right reasons?” he asked, taking my hands in his.
I looked into his eyes and could see the sincerity in them. Ryan truly wanted the baby and me. Maybe if I gave him a chance, we’d be okay. The problem of sharing the news with our parents still remained, but if we stuck together, we could figure it out.
“Ryan, having a baby is a huge commitment.”
“I’m aware,” he said, rubbing my hand with his thumb. “But it’ll be two of us against one baby.” He smiled. “Surely we can do it.”
His words brought a smile to my lips. Maybe two adults could raise one baby. I could see a glimmer of hope in our situation. “What about school?” I asked.
“Well, if you’re already five weeks, you’ll be due late spring next year. We’ll figure out how to make your classes work. We’re already close to each other, so I can take care of you when we return to school.”
“What about you?” I asked, snuggling a little closer to him.
“I’m almost graduated. I’ll reduce my credit next semester and get a job to start saving money for the baby. We only have to get through a rough patch for a couple of months and we’ll be fine,” he replied.
“You’ve thought of everything.” The smile on my face got bigger.
“I haven’t thought of how to tell our parents, but we will tell them when the time is right. All I know is that I want to be with you. I care so much for you, and if this baby is anywhere as beautiful as you, I’ll be the happiest dad on earth.”
“And if our plans don’t work?”
“The plans will fail for one reason only.”
“What?” I asked as my heart leaped.
“If you don’t tell me whether you love me or not,” he said solemnly.
“Ryan! You know I’ve loved you since the day I met you. The fact that you’re even asking is wrong… how you can even ask me…”
Ryan didn’t let me complete my sentence; his lips claimed mine. Since we were still naked, his hands quickly started caressing my body, instantly turning me on. I reached down and found his hardening cock.
“Condoms?” Ryan asked as he pulled out a box of condoms he’d neglected to use earlier from his pants’ pockets.
“In nine months,” I replied, taking the box and tossing it as far as possible from us.
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RYAN
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As I held Liv in my arms, I mused about how things always find a way of working themselves out. Liv being pregnant was unexpected and shocking, but it worked in my favor for a couple of reasons. I was becoming fonder and fonder of her, but I knew she was reserved about announcing our relationship, and rightly so. We knew there would be a great deal of backlash from family and friends, but the reality was that we were not blood related, and, in theory, there should be nothing wrong with us being together.
When I had invited her to come to the house I was showing, I wanted to talk to her about gradually making our relationship public. I knew she’d fight against it even though I knew deep down that she loved me like crazy. I was going to suggest that we tell our parents about us rather than let them find out the wrong way. My intentions had been to let her take the lead on that, let me know when she was ready, and we’d go in as a team to talk with them.
My goal had been to do it before we went back to school, but fate has a way of dealing with things. In our unique situation, we were having a baby. I was worried about how we would cope with the baby and all that came with it, but I didn’t want her freaking out more than she already was. I had done my best to keep calm.
With a baby coming in less than nine months, we had no reason to continue hiding our relationship from our parents any longer. I knew they’d be disappointed and even angry when they heard the news, but I also knew they’d eventually understand and have to work with us.
I looked at Liv - her face was glowing, and I could already see that pregnancy would look good on her. I couldn’t wait to get her back to my apartment for good after the summer and start working on making our own family. The thought that I’d be responsible for Liv and our baby was scary, but I knew it was something I’d do with pleasure. If I could love the baby half as much as I loved Liv, we would make a great family.
*** THE END ***