Don't Judge: A Teen Pregnancy

Part Thirteen

Jay drops me off at my house that I have now come to hate. My mom greets me with a sour face. To say in am nervous is the understatement of the century. My body is consumed with fear. I pull it together anyway. "Hi mom. How are you?" I ask with a fake plastered on smile.

"I scheduled you an abortion," she responds.

"We I am sorry, but I won't be accepting it. I came to inform you that I am moving."

"Good. I don't want to see your ugly little ass around here anyway."

"who are you... I know you got into drinking or whatever with your boyfriend, but this is insane. My mother is the best person I know. She would never do this." I run upstairs to get my what little was still at this house instead of Jay's house.

"Where are you staying?"

"Jay's house."

"It that a boy."

"Yes."

"Just a friend right. Probably not. You've always been a little slut."

"Nope. My man."

"Ugh. Get out of here you little slut. I knew you were worthless the day I gave birth to you."

I continue to hold my head up high. I don't want her to think she has any effect on my life. If only I knew what was wrong, my mother has been taken over, and I cannot get her back.  Don't waste words on people who deserve your silence. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is nothing at all. I forget who said that, but they were a genius. I walk out and burst into tears running for Jay's house.

Turning down the street towards my new home, I notice him driving down the street. He stops the car and leaps out. "What wrong baby? I thought I was supposed to pick you up in ten minutes," he asks.

"My mother... Just-" I respond gushing too much to continue.

"Let's get you home to see Lady."

"Okay."

He rests his hand on the small of my back guiding me to the car. Warmth from his hand courses through my body. We get home, and he lets me jump on his back, so he can take me upstairs. Once we enter his room, he sets me on his bed and walks to the bathroom. A gushing sound comes from the bath tub, and Jay comes back into the bedroom to pick me up. His warm arms wrapping around me feel safe. Jay's mere touch or look or act melts me to the core. He knows what I want all the time, and he never hesitates to give it to me.

Carrying me into the bathroom, Jay tells me about how happy he is that I am officially living in his house. Once I see the bathroom, I am shocked. Rose petals and candles line the rim of the bath, and a towel and robe are set out for me after I am finished.

"Take as long as you want," Jay whispers as he walks out closes the door behind him. How could someone be so perfect? I think. I undress and slip into the hot water. To say it is relaxing is a complete understatement. Stress and pain melt off my body. I watch as the little candles flicker, and the rose petals dance in the water.

4 weeks later

"Good morning beautiful... Guess what," Jay giggled.

"What?" I laugh at his excitement.

"You're twenty weeks today... Halfway!"

"Speaking of the baby, when is your mom going to tell us the gender?"

"I am not sure."

We walk downstairs to get some breakfast. Elle waits for me, and she looks over joyed. Set out for me are pancakes, orange juice, fresh fruit, and Elle's World Famous Coffee.

After we all down our food faster than imaginable, Elle announces,"I have something to show you two." Elle forces us to follow her even though we would rather stay and eat seconds. We get to a room just a by Jay's room. She opens the door, and I see the most precious littler nursery... With PINK.

Without saying anything, I rotate to kiss Jay. While still kissing, he pumps his fist in the air. "A girl," he shouts.

"Haha," Elle boasts. "I told you two  I thought it was a girl, and you insisted she was a boy."

"I am just happy she is healthy," I say admiring my wonderful family...