I sit on the bright green rug of the barn living room, my head lay in Nat's lap as he twirls my hair around his fingers. I stare up at the ceiling at a loss of communication, when I notice Nat's was talking. "Huh?" I ask. Nat was sleeping over again and it was T-minus two days to graduation and I was ready to get it done with, thankfully our school has an early graduation so there wasn't much wait time.
"I was asking if you had any names picked out." I look up at him and he looks back down.
"I mean, not really." I lie and look back down at my stomach. The truth is I wanted to name her after Mark, whom had never even bothered to call back. HIs mom had probably told him and since he's been hanging out with Cherrie he probably doesn't care much about me anymore. But I still thought about him.
"What about Emily?"
"What about it?"
"It's a cute girls name." I sit up and turn to him. "What?" he says.
"You'd actually want to talk about baby names? With me, for a kid that's not even yours?" it came out ruder than I meant it to.
"Well, you're mine, and I don't care if it's not mine it's yours and why not?"
"Are you tell me, Nathan Peterson wants to be a dad?"
"I mean I'd happen eventually I guess, so why not now?"
"Your parents won't like it, I bet you haven't even told them about me." I look down at my hands in my lap.
"But I can and will, plus my mom knows your mom so she probably already knows. And plus what else can I do to suprize them? I've already came out as gay then bi and now I have a girlfriend who happens to be pregnant, at least I'm not doing drugs or something."
"Okay then." I get up and walk to my room. On my table is a bottle of blue polish and I grab it, then walk back to Nat. I sit back down and hand him the bottle. "Might as well be productive as we talk and I cant reach my toes." I prop my feet up on his knees and he paints my toes horribly as we talk.
"I don't like Emily, it sounds too preppy."
"Do you have middle names yet?"
"Finnley" his brows knit.
"Where'd you come up with that?"
"It's uh, Mark's middle name."
"Nice. So let's see what could go with Finnley?" I lean back on my hands.
"August," I say "but it just doesn't feel like it's the name I want."
"Abigail, is a really pretty name I'd say. Abigail Finnley."
"I actually like that." I smile. "I like the longer names."
"Or Clarrisa, we could call her Claire." there was click in my ear as I heard the name Claire. It was perfect, it was the name but how was choosing it so simply hard? He said 'we' could call her Claire, 'we'.
"You really think we'll be together that long? You can go to college and find some guy or girl that's way better than me and go get married and travel and skydive."
"Who said I wanted to do any of that?"
"Everyone wants to get away from their old life, so that's what you do."
"Not me."
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Skinny Love
Teen Fiction'A teenage girl comes face to face with her past and must deal with its consequences.' Ella got pregnant at seventeen, by her best friend but he doesn't know about it. Instead of telling him she changed schools and took on a new life where no one kn...
