Be Okay

Part Two

(One month later)

"Are you really sure you can do this Mitch? You don't have a lot of money," Kirstie inquired.

I waved my hand dismissively. "I'm 1000% positive. I'm already doing twice as many commissions and I have people giving small donations now."

She shrugged. "Well, if you say so."

Kirstie and I walked through the grocery store side by side. This was the second month of the pregnancy and she was starting to show now. It made me really excited but anxious at the same time.

"I'll need these, right?" I asked, picking up a couple of tiny jars full of baby food.

"Not now though! They'll expire before the baby gets here!" She scolded me playfully.

I laughed, "Calm down, it was just a joke."

"I can never be too sure with you," Kirstie said in a mock-serious tone.

I rolled my eyes and we started looking for essentials. We each grabbed milk and eggs from the frozen foods section and things like pasta we could actually cook instead of living off of TV dinners.

We waited in line at the checkout line with our baskets full of food. I bounced on my feet impatiently; I wanted this part to be over as fast as possible.

"Uh, Mitch?" Kirstie said nervously.

I turned to face her. "Yes?"

"When you adopt this baby, you'll let me see it sometimes, right?"

I nodded my head eagerly. "Yes, of course! You can see them whenever you want. I would never just not let you see them. You are my best friend after all."

I could tell Kirstie was relieved as she released a deep breath and all the tension escaped from her body. "That's good. I know I can't take care of them but I at least want to be there for them regardless of whether or not they recognize me as their mother."

I smiled at her hopefully. "They'll just love you, I know it. I mean, how could they not?"

She smiled at the ground with a blush on her face.

"You know, you'll be the youngest father I know, but you'll definitely be the best."

I scoffed jokingly and crossed my arms. "For your information, I'm turning 24 in a month." Then it was my turn at the register.

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(Two months later)

Today was a very important day, for both Kirstie and I. We were going to an ultrasound today! I know I didn't actually have to go but I wouldn't miss it for the world. We were going to be able to actually see the baby. It all just made me more and more excited as the due date rolled closer everyday.

I woke up early that morning to take a quick shower and also wash my hair. I added some gel to my hair and styled it up and to the left as per usual. Now I had to get dressed in my finest attire which wasn't much. I picked out a blue button up, black jeans, and black boots. Sure it was hot outside on this summer day but I wouldn't let that ruin my aesthetic. I had a quick breakfast of the soggy cardboard cereal and then I was out the door.

I hastily walked all the way to Kirstie's apartment to pick her up so we could catch a bus ride to the hospital. When she came out of her room, she was in sweatpants, a loose T-shirt and her hair was tied back in a messy bun. I couldn't help but laugh at the state she was in. It must've been tough to have most of your clothes not fit anymore.

She latched her arm onto mine and we walked together to the bus stop. When the bus arrived, I helped her up the steps and we sat together close to the middle. She had the window seat while I sat next to the aisle. It didn't help my anxiety at all but I was sure Kirstie appreciated it.