Stubborn Love

chapter:1

   It was almost January 1st, Josh's birthday and it was snowing outside. Josh, Jacob, Chloe, their friends, and I had went to the cabin our families share for New Years and for Josh's birthday. Chloe, Jacob, and their friends had gone skiing. Josh and I were the only ones at the cabin.

   "Let's go outside to play in the snow," I said to Josh. "Ok, but make sure to bundle up it's cold outside babe," Josh said back. "You sound like Chloe," I said with a laugh. "Ya but I'm a guy and much better looking," he said before attaching his lips to mine.

   Moments later we were both bundled up and outside. I was twirling around like a little girl when I felt a snowball hit me. I stopped spinning to see Josh standing not to far away from me with a pile of snowballs at his feet. "So I see we are having a snowball fight?" I questioned. "Yup," he said popping the 'p'. "You have five minutes to make your snowballs," he said. I didn't even reply, I just started making my snowballs.

   Twenty minutes later we were done with our snowball fight, and I had lost terribly. We were both wet and cold so we decided to go inside the cabin.

   Chloe and Jacob messaged saying they were stuck at the ski lodge because of the snow so we were on our own.

   When we got to the door Josh told me to wait outside for a minute. Five minutes later he let me in. Looking around I saw there were candles everywhere and the fireplace was lit. After I removed my coat and boots he led me to the fireplace where there was a blanket on the floor. There was food there to for us to eat.

   After we ate we sat there cuddling. I was sitting between his legs but I wanted to talk to him so I turned around straddling his waist. "Thank you for this," I whispered to him. "Your welcome," he whispered back before kissing me.

   The kiss quickly turned into a make out session that was getting more heated by the minute. Eventually I was lying on my back with Josh on top of me with our clothes shedding by the second.

The rest was history

   A baby crying brought me back to the present from the past. I sighed before looking down at James, my six month old son. I was trying to make him quiet down when I heard my sister say, " You look tired Grace, let me take him while you go for a walk." "No it's ok Chloe I have to feed him," I responded. "I'll do it," she said before taking James and pushing me away.

   There wasn't much to do, since we are at the airport waiting to board our plane home. My family is finally moving back to our home town of Vancouver B.C, after living in Ireland for little over a year. Sometimes I hate the fact that my dad's job brought us to Ireland but sometimes I don't. I mean it's a beautiful place.

   I decided to go to the washroom to make sure I looked ok. After I did my business and cleaned my hands I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My long brown hair was tyed in a messy bun on top of my head, and my make-up was done naturally. I was wearing black tights with a long white flowy tank top. I had a black blazer on and I was wearing hot pink toms. I had a pink bag that doubled as a purse and a diaper bag because I hated carrying one around.

   I checked the time on my phone and saw my plane would be boarding soon, so I left the washroom and went back to Chloe and James. As soon as I got to them our plane was called to boarding. My parents were staying in Ireland for a few extra days because they had a party to attend. The neighbors always hold a party in March for some reason and they really wanted mom and dad to go. So they stayed behind and sent Chloe and I home first with James. I guess they expect us to clean the house and make sure everything arrived safely.

   We kept our old house because we knew we would be coming back and we sent all our stuff home early except for some clothes. When we were seated on the plane we waited for it to take off. Once we were in the air Chloe fell asleep. We have a long flight home and it only makes sense to sleep the flight away. An hour into the flight James fell asleep and I knew he would be out for a while so I decided to sleep. The last thing that was on my mind before the world became black was Josh and what he would think when he finds out he has a son. After all he doesn't know he is a dad.

   It has been a little over a month since I moved to Ireland and I was feeling terrible. My stomach hurt, I was tired, and I couldn't eat without throwing up. Chloe finally convinced me to go to the doctor so here I am now sitting in a room waiting for my results. The doctor walked in and said, "Well Ms. Martin I have looked over your results and it seems you are pregnant. You are two and a half months pregnant congratulations," then he walked out. It took me a minute to process what he said and when I did I immediately thought of the night at the cabin.

   I didn't say anything till I got home. As soon as Chloe and I stepped into my room I broke. I fell on my bed in a feudal position and cried. Chloe sat there comforting me till I stopped. "Grace what are you going to do? I'll be here for you whatever you choose,"  Chloe said. "I-I -I think I'm keeping the baby. I would never be able to live with myself if I don't," I said to her. "What about Josh?" she asked. "I can't tell him Chloe. I know he wont want to be a dad. I mean we are seventeen for fuck sacks," I said to her. "Ok, then lets go tell mom and dad," she said before dragging me to tell them.

   They took it pretty well. I mean they weren't happy their seventeen your old daughter is having a baby but the didn't do anything stupid and they supported my decision.

   With Josh well I just stopped talking to him. I didn't answer his messages or Skype calls. When he called the house no one answered or they said I wasn't home. It was hard at first, it hurt to ignore him. I mean he was my best friend turned boyfriend and the father of my baby. He tried contacting me for two months till he eventually stopped. I got no more calls, emails, or messages. It was like he disappeared, he finally gave up and it hurt like hell. I missed him and I wanted him in my life our child's life  but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. So the contact just stopped and it was like he was gone. I was on my own as a single mom, a single teenage mom. It hurt like hell but I brought it upon myself.