Falling Head Over Heels (Under Editing)

Telling Michele

*Wesley's POV*

I pulled up to Michele's house at like 6:30 pm. I got out my phone to text her that I am here.

Wes<3- Hey, I'm outside your house.

Michele<3- Okay, I'm coming to get the door now.

I walked up to the front porch. Five seconds later she answered the door. She smiled at me. "Can we talk?" I asked, before she said anything. Her smile faded and she nodded. We sat on the swing she had outside. It was quiet for a while.

"Wes, are you gonna break up with me?" She asked, after about five minutes of silence.

"No, no, no." I said fast. "I need to tell you something, I just found out and it did happen before we got together, not after." I started. I paused and she moved closer to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay, just breath." She told me. I breathed in deep a few times.

"Michele, I accidentally got Chelsea pregnant. It was before we got together though." I said.

She looked shocked then she hugged me. "Okay, as long as you didn't cheat on me, I mean we have only been together for two days. You are gonna help her, right?" She asked me.

"I would but I'm not ready to be a dad." I said, honestly. I am not ready. Michele pulled out of the hug. She looked mad. She smacked the back of my head. Yup, she's mad.

"What the fuck do you mean 'You're not ready'? You think she is ready to raise a baby? Well, she probably isn't and your trying to put her threw that alone. Damn, Wes, get your head out of your ass, for a minute." She yelled. She never really cussed, so she must be mad. "Are you gonna help her with this baby?" She asked me.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I gotta think." I answered honestly. She smacked me in the back of the head again. I held my head where she hit. That shit hurts.

"You should have thought about it before she got knocked up. I am gonna give you a hint, there is a correct answer to this question. Are you gonna help her with this kid or be a dead beat dad?" She asked.

I shrugged again and honestly said, "I don't think I can. I'm just a kid."

Which by the way, earned me another smack to the back of the head. I rubbed it.

"She is a kid too. Wes, your seventeen and she's sixteen. You think she can do it alone? I'm going toask you one more time and your answer be right. Are you gonna help her with this baby?" She asked.

"I guess." I said. She smacked in the back of the head.

"Ow, what was that for? I said I guess." I said rubbing my head.

"Exactly and that's not the right answer. Now are you gonna help her with this baby?" She asked.

"Yes." I told her.

"Good. Now what is gonna happen to us?" She asked.

"I still wanna be together, if you do." I told her. She smiled.

"Of course, I do. As long as you make sure you take care of your unborn son or daughter when they are born and before and after." She told me.

"Okay, I promise." I promised her. She held out her pinky. I intertwined my pinky with hers. Then she cuddled into my side. We were swinging on the porch swing.

"I'm happy nothing has to change." I admitted.

"Me too." She agreed

 After about five minutes Michele spoke. "When are you gonna tell your parents?" She asked.

"Better sooner than later so tonight. Will you come with me? They won't murder me with witnesses." I answered, sighing and rubbing the back of my neck. I was dead serious but she laughed.

"Sure, babe, I'll come." She told me.

After Michele got ready it was already almost seven. We walked to my house. Okay, here goes nothing. I walked in the house holding Michele's hand.

"Mom, Dad can you come down here?" I yelled upstairs. Michele sat down on the couch and waited. My mom walked down stairs. She saw Michele.

"Shelly!" She half yelled.

"Momma Loraine, I haven't seen you in a while." She said. They hugged then sat on the couch.

"So, what did you need, Wes?" My mom asked, smiling happily.

"Don't kill me, but I got a girl pregnant." I quickly told her, protecting my head. Mom looked scared but Michele gave me an encouraging smile. "Mom, I got a girl pregnant." I repeated.

Her smile faded and she looked shocked and disappointed. "Oh." Was all she said. "How old is she?" My mom asked.

"16." I muttered, moving my hands, I don't think she's gonna hit me.

My mom smacked the back of my head. Now I know where Michele gets it from.

"Wesley, why would you do that? Why were you even sleeping with people. You're seventeen!" My mom yelled at me, while Michele was holding in laughs.

"It was an accident, I didn't mean too." I said and she smacked me in the back of the head again. Michele laughed a little.

My mom looked at her. "I was laughing because that's the first thing I did too." She clarified. My mom laughed a little. "Okay, Wes your gonna help her." My mom said.

"Yes, I am." I told her.

"Good, cause it wasn't a question. I'm going to bed before you give me a heart attack." My mom told us. She gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. My mom started up the stairs. "And Wes, your telling your dad when he get home."

She walked upstairs and I sat on the couch with Michele waiting for my dad to get home.

(A/N I know it is kind of long. Let me know what you think.)