Mommy (teen pregnacy)(Completed)

*Chapter 3: Liz's Point Of View

It has been a week since I found out I was pregnant. Nobody knows about it except for my two bestfriends. Today I was going to tell my parents before I went to school and after school I was going to tell the father of my baby, Jeremy. I've been with him for about a year, and I still don't think I forreal know him. We still had a lot to learn about eachother and bringing in a baby was not something we needed.

At six thirty in the morning I was I getting out of bed. I took no time to put on my clothes and brush my teeth. I put my hair up in a bun and put my hamburger shoes on. I began packing my book bag as I tried to recite how I would tell them. My parents were pretty stale people. Didn't show a lot of emotions, and planned my whole life the moment they heard my heart beat while I was being developed. Here I was, developing my own and not following their plan.

I whisper to myself as I walk down the small staircase to the living room. Dad was watching the news as my mom sat next to him reading her book. I sat beside them waiting for my other sister to finish getting dressed.

I began, taking a slow deep breath before speaking, "Can we talk?" I watch as they both turn to me. Dad turned off the television and began to listen. "Well I'm you know.." I gulped.

"What?" My mom asked with concern

"I'm pregnant " I confessed.

"When did you start. You know...." She quetioned beating around the word as if it was sin to say.

"Homecoming." I answered.

Creeks of my sister listening in on us filled the silence and my stomach began to turn. All eyes were on me and I regretted my choices of the timing

"While you are at school we will talk." My dad announced and looked down at the ground. I watch him for a moment but he wouldn't look up.

With that I grabbed my book bag and walked out of the house with my sister, Nyla by my side. We were quite for half of the walk but she began to ask questions about the pregnancy. Some were actually good questions. I began to wonder what the answers to the questions were going to be. I mean am I keeping the baby? Will I stay with mom and dad? Will The dad be there? Will I be on my own? Forever?

Once we made it to school Nyla and I split up like usual and I met up with Jeremy. I couldn't tell him. Not now atleast. I mean would you want your girlfriend to tell you she's pregnant right before school? Cause I wouldn't. That would probably ruin his day. I just tried to keep up a conversation trying to push the stress down. I was thank ful of the bell rining and I had to turn to my first class of the day.

The day went pretty fast well. Before I knew it, it was ninth period and I was on my way to Jeremy. Once he saw me coming down the hallway and walked towards me and kissed me on the lips before grabbing my hands.

"What's wrong you've been nervous all day." He asked letting go of my hand and exhaled as he fixed his book bag.

"Nothing." I lied and laughed looking down as we approached the end of the hallway. He kissed my head and smiled before walking away. I just walked into the locker room and quickly got dressed before walking to the gym.

After attendance Mr. B ordered for us to do our daily run. I didnt feel like it and wasn't feel good enough to be running around this track. I just simply walked to him and smiled once he turned to me.

"Mr. B" I say. "I can't play because I did something stupid and now I'm pregnant and I just found out like last week, but I didn't know how to tell you and it got my mine off of things when we ran and stuff like that."

I quickly closed my mouth realizing I just went on a rampage. It took him a second but he got it.

"Okay. I understand. Walk the track." he answered with a slight nods.

I walked through the track thinking of ways to tell Jeremy. But every way just seemed bad. How do you tell your seventeen year old boyfriend your having his baby? Oh wait. You don't. I mean I could leave a note. I could text him of the simple fact that I'm caring his baby. I'm really scared and I fear he's going to be too scared. I have too many emotions right now. I feel like a whore and a dissapointment.

The bell rang and I went to my locker, grabbed my things and waited for Jeremy to come out. Once he walked out I cleared my face and smiled as he grabbed my hand. He walked me to his car and I climbed in and exhaled as I buckled myself in and began playing with my string on my jacket.

"Really. What's wrong." He asked once again making me feel worse. "You've been down all week."

"Well do you rember homecoming?"
I looked down to my feet feeling nausea once again. I'm sure it was just fear and not my baby.

"Yeah. Of course I do." He stopped the car into a close parking lot. He knew this was gone be bad and I smiled at the responsibility and full attention he was giving me.

"Well now you're going to be" I stop myself, thinking how much this could change everything. He could leave me, and right now I didnt want to be alone.

He looks me in the eyes, scared and confused. I couldn't do it. I loved him. Even if I don't one-hundred percent know what love is, he has made me the happiest woman ever. Woman. What kind of woman am I to not have the balls to tell this man he is going to be a father? He helped me, I didn't do this on my own. He had just as much responsibility as me to put on a condom. We both knew I wasn't on anything to prevent it. I was too scared to sit down with my mom and ask. Ugh! This is his fault.

"Im pregnant, Jeremy." I take a deep breath, "Its yours."

*Chapter has been RE-READ & EDITED*