Before I start this story I would just like to say that this story wasn't actually written by me it was by my bestfriend and she asked me to put it on my Wattpad so I did😊
End of AN
You think you know exactly what's going to happen in life. I thought the same thing before I met the live of my life. He made me realize how life really was and what love was. I know now that life is just a big roller coaster. I'm Maddy I'm 17yrs.old and I have a baby boy named James. James is two years old. His dad's name is Connor he is 18. Connor and I met in 6th grade and fell in love as the years passed. We finally started dating. In 8th grade he took me to a movie and out to lunch. Connor was a really nice guy but whenever I was with him he would tell me to expect the unexpected.
I would always laugh at him when he would say that I always thought that I knew everything. Then I found out we were having a baby I was scared. I was also excited. A couple months passed we went to the hospital and found out our baby might not make it. We did lots of tests. I had given birth to him 2weeks early.
When I did I found out that he had a brain tumor. He didn't make it. Me and Connor had depression after that. Then at the age of 15 I got pregnant again. This time we were positive the baby would make it. I went through 9 hard long months. Then we went to the hospital and had birth to our little boy named James. When we took him home we had a ton of visitors. James was one happy camper.
One year went by and James was one years old. Connor went to work while I watched James. At 1:34pn I get a call from Connor's coworker he said Connor got in a car crash on the way home and is getting rushed to the hospital. I didn't know what to do at that time because I had no way to get to the hospital. I finally get a ride from my friend. James and I get undid and go up to his room and I take one look at him an burst into tears. He takes my hand and looms me in the eyes and I knew he wasn't gonna make it through the night.
I told him he was always right about how I should expect the unexpected. I cry my eyes out. I know there's no way I can take care if a baby by myself. I go stay with my friend for 5months after Connor's death things got better. My parents were in Italy and finally came back and I moved back with them. They help me a lot with James. He is now a healthy 2 year old and he loves his grandma and grandpa. That was how my story ended so I guess this is......... The End
