The Unplanned Pregnancy

Ch. 11

*Two months later*

Finally, I'm moving out of my dad's house today. Zak and I start college in a few days and can't wait! The whole summer we've been apartment shopping. We decided to wait a little while on shopping for the baby stuff. 

Speaking of baby, I'm fifteen weeks and I'm already showing. My dad was creep out about it for a while, then started getting use to it. Zak, on the other hand, loves it and can't stop rubbing it...like he's doing now.

"Babe, we have to finish packing my stuff." I chuckled as I watched him. 

"Can we just wait a while?" He pouted. 

"We have to finish this now. It's going on twelve o'clock and you're putting me to sleep!"

He sighed and stopped. "Fine. Come on."

We finished packing my stuff in my room around twelve thirty. My dad helped us carry the boxes to my car and some in his car. My dad put the last box in his trunk before closing it. 

"That's about it." He sighed. "Where is your mom, Zak?"

"She told me whenever we get finish, let her know." He replied. 

Zak's mom confessed that she was being a little to hard on Zak about moving after graduation. When he told her the news, she changed her mind and told him that he could wait whenever. I kind of knew that she was going to change her mind. 

"Well, you can let her know now. I'm going to go get my keys." 

He walked back into the house. I looked at Zak and smiled. "Are you nervous?"

"No." He chuckled. "What made you think that?"

"I'm kind of nervous." I confessed, making him laugh. 

"How are you nervous, y/n?"

"We are going to live together without our parents. We are officially adults now and I don't want to do all of this adult responsibilities."

"I know, babe. But, we'll make it through. As long as we got each other, right?"

I nodded and gave him a hug. "Yeah, we'll be fine." I pulled away and said, "I'm going to go get my purse."

"I'm going over to tell my mom we're ready."

I nodded and headed back into the house. When I grabbed my purse and almost headed out the door, I took one more look at my room. There was so much memories in this room that I'll never forget. I've lived here since I was little and to leave this room behind makes me sad. I do, though, think that I'll be coming back for the holidays or something of that matter, but I won't be coming back to stay forever.

I wiped away my tears before closing my door one last time and headed downstairs and out the door. We waited on his mom before we took the thirty minute drive to the apartment.

*An hour later*

Once we finished, we sat down for a while to have a serious talk from our parents before walking them down. When we got to the parking lot, I began crying. 

"Aw, don't cry, sweetheart." My dad cooed as he hugged me. I cried into his chest. All of this happening just all of a sudden hit me, and my mood swings are apart of the crying as well. 

"I'm going to miss you, dad." I cried, then began hiccuping. 

"I'm going to miss you." He pulled back and wipe my tears. "Remember, you always have a home to come to, alright?"

I nodded. "Okay."

He looked at Zak and gave him a handshake. "Take care of my daughter, Zak. And my grandchild."