Operetta went over to Johnny, giving him a big hug. She was so nervous, but she had to do this. She just had to tell Johnny about their baby.
"Hey, Johnny." she smiled up at him.
"Hey, angel." Johnny replied, hugging her tightly.
"Um..." Operetta laughed, anxiously. "Ah'm pregnant, Johnny-"
"What?!" He gasped, horrified. How were they going to take care of a child? Johnny could barely make his bed, nor keep his room clean. They were teenagers. They weren't even adults yet.
Operetta felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Johnny, Ah love the baby so much," she sighed. "Don't make me give our baby away..." she sniffled.
Johnny put his hands on his shoulder, pulling her in close. "It's okay, Retta. We'll figure this out-"
"No. Ah want ta' keep her." Operetta frowned.
"You want to keep it?" he smiled a bit.
"Yes." Operetta hugged him, "I want to keep our baby."
As she said this, Johnny got on his knees and kissed her stomach. "They're perfect," he murmured.
"Johnny," she breathed, "Ah love ya."
"Me too, baby. Me too."
