Love hurts?

Caught!

Michael's POV

It's been a month since Ocean and I found out she was pregnant. We still haven't told anybody about it yet. There's been a few times we came close, but there never really seems to be the right time. Then again when IS the right time to tell your parents that not only have you committed a sin but you knocked up your 15 year old neighbour in the process? We haven't been to the doctors because her father works there and her aunt works at the hospital so we don't know how far she is but we're both guessing it's about 4 or 5 months so it's getting a little harder to keep it a secret.

I'm in my room and I can hear Joseph yelling downstairs then storm upstairs to Randy's room. I go downstairs and see my mother crying in the kitchen. "Michael! I didn't hear you come in" She says wiping her tears. "What did he do?" I ask hearing Randy yelping upstairs and Joseph shouting. "It's turns out Randy was never on the soccer team" she start to explain "he's just been saying that so he can go out with his friends after school, doing who knows what" she starts crying and I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her "why did he have to lie? He knows lying is a sin, he could have come to me just like all of you can. It's breaks my heart to know one my children is lying and keeping secrets from me, he should have come to me" she start sobbing again.

"I need to tell you something" I mumble and she looks up wiping her tears "what is it sweetie?" She smiles. I look at the ground knowing this is going to break her heart but the guilt of seeing my mother like this over one us lying to her is killing me. "Michael?" She says  worriedly waiting for me to speak. I take a deep breath and look up. I'm about to speak when Joseph walks in  "I will not have liars in this fucking house!" He snaps sitting down. "I'll fix you your breakfast" my mother fakes a smile getting up from her seat "I should probably get going" I'm about to walk out and she takes my hand stopping my "I'm sorry sweetie, you were said you wanted to tell me something?" Joseph turns and looks at me still pissed about Randy "um, nothing. Just that I'm gonna be late for school" I mumble "well hurry up! Don't make me give you a whooping like that lying little fucker up there" Joseph snaps and I nod leaving quickly.

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Ocean's POV

I'm upstairs trying to get ready but now my stomach has started showing a little it's getting harder to hide. In the end I put on some sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt, it's not the most flattering of looks but neither is a baby bump, especially when your 16. I go down stairs and my mother sighs looking at me "your not going to school like that are you? People will think your some kind of street rat!" Sherri looks over and smiles "I think it looks nice, much better than those short skirts and tight shirts like one of those loose girls" my mother turns and frowns and Sherry shrug "I'm only saying, when you dress a certain way people will get the wrong idea and assume she like those girls that hang around in street corners" I sit down for breakfast listening to my aunt and mother exchange blows (completely forgetting I'm even hear). A few moments later the door knock and I sigh in relief "I'll go! that'll me Michael" I say getting up from my chair relieved I don't have to listen to anymore. "I don't like that boy!" Sherri says shaking her head "you don't like anybody" my mother says back. I say goodbye but they keep talking to each other (well more exchanging snippy remarks to one another)

I quickly hurry out of the house and into Michael's car "what's the hurry?" He giggles starting the car "my mother and Sherri are at it again" I roll my eyes "what about this time?" He giggles under his breath. "Well...my mother doesn't like me wearing baggy clothes because I look like a street rat and Sherri doesn't like me wearing skirts and tight shirts because I look like a whore" he puts his hand on mine "well I think you beautiful either way" he smiles then puts his hand back on the wheel. "It's not like a have a choice what to wear these days" I mumble. We stop at a red light and Michael leans over and kisses me then puts his hand on my stomach. "Your not showing that much" he tries to reassure me. But I can see the worry in his eyes. He's just as terrified about all this as I am.