Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Thirty Eight

Drumming my nails on the table, I watched Jada sip her drink, nervously shaking my leg and biting my bottom lip. I haven't told Curtis about the baby and how I was going to deal with child when I was only sixteen fucking years old. I knew how much shit I was going to deal with but Oakley showed me that I was being a dick about the situation when I should be helping Jada, the mother of our child. It was the least I could because I did put my sperm inside when the freaking condom freaking broke. God, I needed to stop putting myself in situations if I am not going to deal the consequences.

Jada licked her lips and her eyes finally fell upon mine. She gave me a small smile and I smiled back, my nerves somewhat calm. I noticed the bump become a bit bigger on her used to be flat stomach and that made me know that Jada wasn't lying. We were going to be parents.

"I'm glad you're doing this, Tate. I was close to asking my ex boyfriend but I didn't want the baby to have a bad father," Jada said and took a sip of her drink. Note to self: Jada liked to drink tea. It was probably healthy for the baby. I frowned to myself. Was I going to be a bad father? What if the baby didn't like me? What if I couldn't take care of him or her? Shit. A few days ago I wanted nothing to do with the baby but now I was worried if I was bad father and if the baby didn't like me. Go me.

"Oakley talked to me. I guess I was angry that I was sixteen and wanted to do random shit. I thank him for that," I said and smiled when that was the day we made it official.

"Tell Oakley I said thank you."

I nodded and made another mental note to myself. I continued to drum my nails on the table and looked around. I didn't know why I was nervous. I already was nervous because I was going to be a dad. Jada looked like she was enjoying the tea, as if a baby wasn't inside her.

"I wanted to say sorry for what I said," I apologized. Jada placed her tea on the table and licked her lips. She was wearing baggy clothes than the revealing ones she wore when we had sex. Baggy clothes looked good on her because she looked comfortable.

She let out a small chuckle and shrugged. "I forgive you. If you said that to someone else I would had laughed."

I didn't know what to say so I said nothing at all. There were a few things on my mind but I didn't know how to talk to her about them. I knew for sure that I had to get a job soon to take save up money to take care of the baby, and I had to tell Curtis. Maybe he could help with the diapers, clothes, and shit and help out. I could already tell that he wanted to beat my ass for showing him that I did get a girl pregnant. But I was glad that it was Jada and nobody else. Most girls would had aborted the baby, drop the baby off to the father and leave, or leave the baby in Foster Care.

Jada had a heart that girls I fucked never had. I watched her pull the sleeves of her sweater close to her hands and she blew on her hot tea, sipping and looking around the small shop. Her eyes landed on mine and a smile stretched on her face. I slowly smiled back and knew somehow that this would work out. I had Jada, Curtis, and Oakley and we were going to get through this.

"What did your parents say?" I asked. I grabbed my cup and took a small sip. It was cold because I haven't touched. I ordered a coffee when we entered but I was too nervous to touch it.

Jada sighed. "They said keep the baby and if the dad didn't want the baby, then fuck him." I wasn't surprised by her words. Most boys wouldn't do shit, and I was one of those boys, but Curtis was right along.

I grabbed her hand and stared in her eyes. Her eyes widen a bit from the contact and her jaw dropped. It was unnatural for me to me affection or comforting but Oakley taught me it was okay to open a bit, it was okay to make mistakes, and through the darkness there will be light.

"We will get through this, don't worry so much," I said and winked.

Jada shook her head, chuckling, and with her other hand, she grabbed her tea and drank the whole thing. "You're such a tease, and I hate that," Jada said playfully.

I shrugged and let go her hand. "It's in my blood."

"How are you and Oakley?"

I sighed. "We're fine but it's him."

"What do you mean?"

"I found out he has asthma and randomly haves panic attacks."

Jada's eyes flashes with shock. "What the hell? I never knew that?"

"Neither did I until we went to the hospital. I think it has something to do with me treating him like shit, and the traumatic event that happened between him and Mica."

Jada's eyes softened. "I'm sorry about Mica."

I waved my hand in dismissed and wrapped my hands around the small cup. I didn't want to talk about Mica. It would made me think about how much of an ass I was towards him.

"Hey," Mica whispered. "I'm going to be fine."

God I wished that never happened. Jada must have saw the sadness on my face. She moved out of her seat and sat next me, my head on her shoulder and her arms around my waist. "Don't blame yourself, Tate. You tried your best and that's all that matters. He knows you will always be there for him, dead or alive."

I slowly closed my eyes. "Can we name the baby Mica?"

Jada stayed silent. It was probably messed up to ask her that but it meant everything if she named our baby after my best friend. It was honor him and in some way to tell him that I will always remember him, dead or alive. "I was going to name the baby after my dad but maybe Mica can be his middle name?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What if the baby is a girl?"

"My dad's name is unisex, and Mica sounds nice either way, boy or girl."

I opened my eyes and chuckled. I leaned up and Jada stared at me if I was crazy. I probably was but this had to be the funniest conversation for me. "Yore freaking me out," Jada joked.

"Look at us. We're talking about babies names and acting like adults," I said and laughed. Jada laughed with me and covered her smile. We were two teenagers laughing at the world because it was fucking funny, and the world was very funny. Very funny.