It's your Baby (A Nash Grier Fanfic) | COMPLETED

Chapter 40

|Three Weeks Later|

I hate my life.

I already saw on Reality Tv Shows, of for example: 16 & Pregnant. That being in this situation and at the same time being a baby yourself, is hard. . .Truly hard. I'm puking, eating like a pig, mood swings. Damn it, moms are actually heroes if they went through this and actually survived.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" my mom asked from the other side of the door. I flushed the toilet and then washed my face, the fresh liquid somehow refreshing me. I opened the door and offered my obviously concerned mother, a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine, surprisingly" I said and went to my room, my mom following me from behind.

"Do you need anything?" she asked. I shook my head, and sat at the edge of my bed. I stared down at my stomach, it had grown so much I can't believe it. I shook my head no at my mom. She smiled and sat beside me.

"I know you're going through something so hard like this. But, we need to talk about your other options"

I let go a heavy sigh. I knew my mom would come up with this. No matter how many weeks pass by, she will come back with the subject. But she's right though. I need other options. I fidgeted with my fingers,before turning my attention back to her. "I'm listening"

"I know you wouldn't go for the option of abortion, because, I know you. . .You wouldn't live knowing you did something like this"

I nodded, motioning for her to continue "So, the only thing that's left, is a adoption. . ."

"Adoption" I repeated. She nodded slowly, waiting to see my reaction. "Mom, I-I don't know. Who would want to adopt a teenager's baby?"

"A lot, a lot of women who can't have a baby and are desperate"

I thought for a moment, this is a big deal. Adoption, putting my baby in adoption. . .Is this the right thing? I need to tell Nash. "Mom, I have to think about it, I need to tell Nash and-and"

"Nash? The-the father!? Baby, he hurt you, amd you're not supposed to be talking to him, I asked you a few months ago if you are"

"I'm not!" I said a little too quickly, although when they ask me where I'm going, I tell them that I'm going to the library when honestly I'm going to see Nash. "Is just. . ,It wouldn't be fair if he didn't know about this, he's the father after all"

"Sweetie, I'm telling you what's best for you. . .He doesn't care about this baby"

"Yes he does!" I said. "He does care. . ."

"Sweetie--"

"Mom, I know you hate him right now, you despise him so much, and I understand. But if there's something I'm sure about: Is that he cares. And if you could give him a chance, then he would prove to you that he not only cares about the baby, but he cares about me"

"Alright. . .Why don't you just rest?"

"No" I said and stood up from my bed. "I gotta go to the library" I said and started walking out of the room. He cares for me, Nash does care. I bet he told everyone about us. If there is an 'us', because I serious don't understand of we're dating or not. I like him so much, but I don't know if he feels the same. Well, he proved to me multiple times, that his feelings are not fake, so I'm guessing perhaps he does like me, a lot. I closed the door behind me, having this urge of crying, but I opposed. I'm letting my mother have power over me about this. Sure, adoption could solve everything, give the responsibility to someone else. But I can't decide something so huge like this without telling Nash first. Of course, I can't tell him now, he has other things in mind. I'll just wait, there's no rush, right?