Adoptive Father (BoyxBoy)

Chapter - 1

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~{Abel's POV}~

I remember when everything was simple. At the time I was only 19 without a care in the world. Working in my bestie's bakery took up most of my time. I had great relationships with my family and friends, but everything changed when the fire nation attacked. I'm kidding but things did change after I met who I thought was a wonderful girl- Megan. Megan, a beautiful girl with blue eyes and short blond hair that covered part of her face. I'm still not sure what made me so interested in her. I'm usually a pretty decent guy- I don't go around sleeping with everyone I meet, but this girl had something about her. 

When I'm around her I can't control myself. She has complete control over me- she knows it too. On the first day we met we hooked up. Stupid right? Stupid just like me thinking we could date afterwords. I had to beg her, and I do mean beg. For her to go on another date with me. All in all things where going great. Until....

"I'm pregnant."

Those two words sent my live in a spiral. 

We where at her house watching Netflix and just relaxing.I remember it perfectly. It had been the first day it rained in a long time. In fact it seemed pretty appropriate for what was going to happened that day. Meg seemed kind of off when I tried to kiss her and it definitely wasn't because she liked the movie we were watching. 

Writing it off as it just wasn't a good kiss I try again. This time going to kiss her neck slowly slipping my hand onto her thigh.

"Stop" she said pushing me back "I can't."

"Why not?" I ask giving her a questioning look "is it because I didn't shower because I'm clean I promise"

"I'm pregnant" she says in such a low whisper I barely hear. Pregnant. Like there's a human being formed (growing?) in her body, and half of it is part of me. I had so many questions I wanted to ask in that moment but all I could do was sit speechless. What she said next felt like daggers stabbing into my chest. "I don't want to be a mother."

"What are you saying?" 

"I've already made my decision about this. I'm a month along and I'm going to give it up for adoption" she stated clearly without hesitation. Like I had absolutely no say in the matter at all.  

"This isn't just your decision Meg this is my baby too I'm not going to just give it away" I desperately tried but it was useless. She wouldn't listen to me. She didn't care what I say. "but.."

"It's not up to you Abel, just go. It's over." She says casually pulling out her phone. Probably going on Facebook about what had happened. After getting home I found out she did post something. A short and sweet post about how I broke her heart. No mention of the baby at all. 

"We aren't through with this" I yell slamming the door behind me. Stumbling along the soaking wet sidewalk. I'm not ready to be a father... But I can't let my baby go like that.. Giving it up for adoption makes it seem like it was just a big mistake... Like it- the baby is just erased. 

Collapsing onto the curb I begin to cry. The hot tears run down my face mixing with the rain. How dare she. How dare she try to do this without even talking to me about it. 

I pull out the phone and call the only person I want to talk to right now. My mom. 

- 

The second month. 

Multiple texts back and forth between me and Meg. I ask her about how she's felling everyday and she always responds with the same "fine" or "okay." Convincing. That was sarcasm by the way. I've tried going to her house a few times but it's always her dad that answers the door. To my knowledge he thinks that I forced her to not use protection. Which is a bunch of bullshit lies she weaved to make me seem like the bad guy in all of this.