Elusive ☹ SHAYLOR MPreg

11.

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"You know, now you're not allowed to go to school anymore." Taylor tells me. "I mean, my baby bump is not that evident. I'm sure it'll be okay. What's the worst that can happen?" I don't think it'll be that bad. Don't people find it cute to have babies.

"You've gotten picked on enough. Imagine how hurt you'll get now." I cover my mouth due to my accidental gasp. "What's that suppose to mean? You're just pointing out that people looked down on me in the past, that they've hated me."

Taylor scoots closer to me but I bury myself in my blankets. "I didn't mean it that way." I feel his hand caress my back. "I trust you to make whatever decision you want." Taylor's lips keep my neck warm but I try not to push him into doing anything else.

"So you'll be going to school and I won't?" I tell him sadly. "Go as much as you can but there is a point where you'll have to realize that it's best for you and our baby to rest."

"Besides, I don't think your mom will let you either." Taylor hugs me tight and puts the blanket down to my knees. He gets in between me and kisses at my stomach. "When's the next appointment?"

"Mhm..." I moan at the feeling of his thumbs pressed into my hips and kiss lips skimming over my stomach. "You know I don't want to do anything until this baby is out." I tell him and scruff his hair.

Taylor nods as his head falls on my stomach. "I've got to go okay? I'll see you tomorrow at school?" I nod and let him leave.

When he does, I sit and imagine life with this child while I'm in school. It seems rather dramatic. Most people at school confuse me for a boy but with this bump there will be so much explanations I will have to give. I wonder if Taylor is right, people will hate me. Some people will look down on me in disapproval.

I head downstairs to have a talk with my mom. "Hi Shawn. Dinner is just about ready. Taylor didn't want to stay?" I shake my head and take my place at the table while mom joins me and has mac and cheese placed.

"Mom. Taylor mentioned something to me and it kind of scares me..." I say and she nods. "Do you think people will make fun of me for having a baby this young?"

My mom sighs and puts her fork down. "Yes. There will be some who discourage you but don't let it stop you. I love you and you can go to school and I promise I'll have the school know what's going on for your safety."

"Love you too. You're the best." I love how my mom is so caring and protective over me. And this is the person I will be for my child.

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I left Shawn a little early because I wanted to talk to my dad. To address Shawn's pregnancy. It's something that I'm rather very excited about and I feel like they would be happy.

"Mom? Dad?" I call out as I get into the living room door. My mom is nowhere to be found but I see my dad sitting at the living room watching some show.

"I have some news that I wanted to address to both of you. Where's mom?" I ask him and he calls her down. Now we both sit in the living room to discuss this whole, whatever it is, news? Something very important to me.

I hold my moms hand, with the feeling of tension running through the air. "I am a father of my boyfriend's child." I say confidently. "Uh, hmm... Oh. How does Shawn's mom feel?"

"She's very happy." I say with my voice dropping dead because from her tone, she doesn't like it. "And you dad, how do you feel?"

"Are you sure it's yours?" He says ever so blunt and it grows an irritation from me. "Yes. It is, why wouldn't it be?" I say. "Because. Anybody could of gotten to him, or her, whatever the hell first. You don't know it's yours do you? Are you sure you want to help raise this baby, you need to be sure it's yours!"

"It's fucking mine. I'm sure! And if it wasnt, I would still love it because it's Shawn's. Why do you even ask that? Why wouldn't be his dad?" My temper raises high as my fists are balled up. "Because I'm not your dad!" He says with anger and I look to my mom and a tear drops from her cheek.

I stand up ready to leave. "Taylor! We can explain!" She says loudly and blocks the door. "Who is he then?" I fight, my voice quiet though.

"You've never met your dad but this is his brother. You should really respect him for raising you." She scolds me. "That's not the problem. It's just that you've never told me. And this whole time I was thinking dad hated me as a son, but he's not even my dad. Thanks. Bye. I'm leaving."

"If you leave, don't come back." My mom says with an evident tone. I take a deep breath in and run upstairs. I slam my door shut and grab a duffle bag to throw all my valuables in. I rummage though these old photos and take several last looks.

I hop out of my window and swiftly make my way through the yard. The last look of my home kills me. The idea that my mom would even say such a thing to her own son.

I don't know where I'm going but I know I'll make it out somehow, as long as I have Shawn, and our baby, they'll be my new family.

"Hey, Karen? Can I stay the night? And a few other days..." I say softy, showing her my duffle bag. "Oh Taylor. Of course. You're always welcomed."

I go toward Shawn's room and see him laying in bed with the television screen flashing against him. "Baby?" I say softly. "Taylor. Are you spending the night?"

"A few nights if that's okay with you."

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Just some parent connections.
To show the differences between Taylor's family and Shawn's family, and how they want to grow to as parents for their child.

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