Little Angel

Chapter 6- His Reaction Saturday, April 27, 2014

“Derek! Derek!” I said, lightly tapping his cheek trying to make him conscious again.

I was so close to putting my lips on him, when I see him open his brown eyes. I smiled as I gently stroked his cheek as he tried to remember what happened. He smiled back and placed a hand over mine as he sat up a little. I stayed quiet, admiring his facial feature. I want him to talk first.

“What happened?” He asked.

It took me aback a little, but I answered him. “I-I said I’m…”

He cut me off by saying, "I knew what you said; I just wanted to make sure that I heard you right.  How long did you have you known about this?"

"For about two weeks now." I said, biting my lips.

"Quit biting your lips, doll. You’re going to make it bleed. You’re too beautiful for that." Derek said, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I was scared that you'd get mad at me and dump me. I also didn't want to make you think that you're obligated to stay. I didn't know how to say it until I came up with that song. I want to tell you about my pregnancy at the right place, right time, in the best way as possible to make it an okay news for you." I said, shaking my leg in nervousness. He put his hands on that knee to make it stop.

"Don't be nervous. It's all going to be okay." He told me. He enveloped me in his arms and leaned back. He kissed my head and said, "I promise I would never leave you. You know me better than that, Mel."

"I know, I know. It's just with all these teenage pregnancy stories, I was really apprehensive into telling anyone." I said, sniffing. Tears drop from my face, wetting his t-shirt. Anyone in my place, would cry too.

I’m just in my late 10’s and I’m pregnant. I haven’t graduate high school yet and I don’t have a job where I can provide for myself, let alone an infant. The thought of the possibility to be alone in this, is scary. I really need the support of the father of the baby, at the moment.

"I know, you're scared, and I am too, but I can assure you that I'm sort of happy about this." He said.

"You are?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah." He said, "Did we made a poor decision in having sex at a young age? No. We made a poor decision in having sex without protection. But I don't regret it. If you're pregnant, you're pregnant for a reason. You don't think this is an accident, do you?"

"No." I said, sniffing.

"Exactly. There's got to be a reason why God has chosen you to carry a child right now. It’s not be the way we’ve planned it, but it happened. The only thing that we can do is plan what we can do from here on out." He said, brushing my hair behind my ear.

"I guess you're right." I said.

He does make a good point. It’s probably not the way that we planned it, but it could be the way God planned. If I’m carry a child right now, then there must be a reason for it.

"I know I'm right. Tell you what; why don't we go now and talk about it at Somewhere Only We Know? I will buy us ice cream on the way?" He suggested.

"You don't have to do that." I said in a weak voice.

I don’t want him to waste his money on sugary desserts. That would be nice, but I don’t want him to spoil me anymore than he does.

"I want to. For you." He said.

Awww, he’s such a good guy. I had to let him do it.

"Okay." I said.

There was a knock on the door, snapping the both of us out of our conversations. We turned our attentions to the intruder, which happens to be Mike.