I arrive at home, finally. I had cleaned my hands with a wet wipe in the car, but cleaned them the best I could at home, telling my parents what happened. It was the first real time I had talked with my parents in weeks. I go to my room after that. I finally look at the text. It was from Aiden. It had said, 'Hey! Text me back, I can't make it to school today.' I finally text him back, telling him everything. He texts back, telling me I had done the right thing, and that because I had called 911, he was alive. I text him back saying thank you, and that everyone at school was stupid because they hadn't called before. He finally texts back he has to tell me something important, and that he was coming over. I text okay, and bye. I didn't know what the surprise was, but I knew it was odd that he did it so suddenly.
We kiss as we comes over. "Hey Aiden, what's up?" I ask. He kisses me back and says, "I'd like to do this in-front of your parents." He says. I look at him, a bit surprised. "Okay." I say. They both look up as we walk in. "Liz, we've been through the good times and the bad, you carry my child, and my love. I have loved you the first time I have ever seen you." He says and goes down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" He asks. I put my hand over my mouth, I feel tears fall. "Yes!" I say and hug Aiden. He was the man, who got me through the worst times. Those times were before. The smooth rode would lie ahead. Beautiful, smooth rode.
My parents, on the other hand were happy, but angry. "You're pregnant?" My mother asks me. She lectures me, and I tell her everything is fine. I was fine, I would be fine. Graduation was in a month! I'm fine, I will be fine, the baby will be fine! My mother convinces me to go to pregnancy classes with Aiden, and which he is fine with. We sign up, and are set up to become parents.
School was still canceled. I go to check up on the baby, this time with my mom. She cried while driving, and I ended up crying too. I calm her down, and myself as well, before we get there. We end up getting there about one minute early, Woo hoo. I think sarcastically. I hear my name again. "Lisandee Lakes." The happy nurse calls, and gets everything set up, telling us the baby was a bit turned, but it had plenty of time to turn back. We get the okay, it was all good, and leave. My mother cries and asks me how far was I from my due date. I of coarse tell her the truth, which was one month in, well, almost two. But, we'd be all fine. Hopefully.
