Letters to Houston(Completed)

Chapter Seventeen

Jamie's Point Of View.

Once again, I woke up in a hospital bed. I’m getting tired of them. I was wearing Shane’s shirt. I looked over and he was sleeping on the chair next to me.  I nudged him.

            “Hey” I whispered. I smiled at the sight of him.

            “Hey, Shh” Then he pointed over to Sam sleeping on the couch.

            “How long have I been in here?” I asked.

            “About six weeks. Your head was swelled from being hit with a baseball bat” He took my hand. I loved his warmth.

            I felt sick to my stomach.

            “Whats the date?” I asked.

            “January 4th. Why?” He asked.

            “Have I gotten my period yet? I should have!” I screamed.

            “Baby, we can talk about that later.” He tried to hush me.

            “No, have I?”

            “Do you really want to know?”

            “Yes!”

            Two words came flying out of his mouth. Two words I didn’t want to hear for a long time. Two words that would change my life.

            “You’re pregnant” He tried to force a smile, but it didn’t work. “We can do this together, regardless that it’s his baby”

            I suddenly got a major headache. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry, but nothing came out.

Pregnant?

“I’m not keeping it. It’s to late now for abortion, so I’ll put it up for adoption” I struggled to get words out.

“Jamie, I’m willing to father this child even if it isn’t mine” Shane’s face turned red. He was angry.

“I can’t be a mother, Shane! I’m only 17!” I screamed. My birthday had passed when I was in the hospital.

            “And I’m 18, but I still want it.” He grabbed ahold of my hand, and scooted himself into my bed next to me. “I talked to Sam. We can even get engaged.” He smiled.

            “What?” I was so confused that I got a headache.

“Well, since he knows I’m willing to be the dad, he and I made up. Well, he’ll never forgive me. He’s just going to deal with me. So, I bought a ring.” He took the ring out of his pocket, slipped off my bed, and down on one knee. “Now, I’m classy, and I’m on one knee. I love you so much Jamie. If you give me the chance to be your husband, and the father of your baby, I promise you, I’ll be perfect. I’ll be there to hold you when you need it. I’ll hold your hair back, when you have morning sickness. I’ll cry when I see him or her being born. I’ll support your left leg. I’ll hold your hand when you want comforting. I’ll buy you a house. I’ll drop out of school, and being a full time dad, just so you can stay in school. I’ll laugh when you need me to laugh. Jamie, Marry me.” His words came out so easily.

I started crying. I had two things at stake, my baby, and my boyfriend. I made a decision that would forever change my life. And I’m willing to deal with it.