Teen Dad

         Although my girlfriend was in pain, I couldn't help but smile.  I knew that, very soon, I would have a child.  I felt like a doctor, dressed in these blue scrubs.  I heard the doctor scream "head!"  and felt my heart speed right up.  "It's a boy,"  the doctor said calmly, trying hard to mask the cries of my brand new son.  "Would you like to cut the cord Liam?"

    "I'd be honored."  I walked over and took the scissors from Dr. Oak and cut the cord connecting my son and my beautiful girlfriend.  I clipped the cord, and felt a tear stream down my face.  I felt frozen in place.  My beautiful baby boy screamed and my girlfriend, Elle, weeped tears of joy.  I  didn't move an inch until I saw the doctor hand Elle our baby.  I walked to the left of her and snapped a picture with my phone.  "Can Liam hold our son?" 

    "Of course he can," replied Dr. Oak.  He walked over and sat me down on a chair, then picked up my son and handed him to me.  I thought I saw him smile, but I might have been a little too happy.  My sons face was like an angels, smooth as another babys butt.  He had small pink lips, and beautiful dark lashes.  "What should we name him, Liam?"

    "Oliver."

    "I love that."

    "Welcome to the world, Oliver.  I hope you enjoy it."  Dr. Oak brought over his certificate.  I wrote his name on the bottom, Oliver Christian Williams.  I saw my Elle smile from her hospital bed.  Dr. Oak took the baby from my arms and talked to Elle, probably about care, feeding, and other important things.  Why didn't he tell me this stuff too? 

     I drove home alone.  Elle was being tested and resting.  My son would hopefully be home before a week.  When I arrived to my parents house I walked up to my room.  Elle and I shared a room.  The guest room was now the nursery.  I felt things coul'nt be more perfect.  I was filled with happiness, then dread.  Would I have to drop out of school?  Say I did, how would I get a job to support Elle and Oliver?  Elle can't take care of Oliver alone, can she?

     I'm an A+ student.  An. I'm starting to think this is all a mistake.  We should have never done this.  We should have waited.  I love my son more than you could know, but this was not the right time at all.  I'm only seventeen!  I can't travel, like I've always dreamed.  I may be unable to finish school, or to get a job.  No college, probably.  The realization finally came to me, and it felt like a slap in the face.

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     When Elle finally came home she was filled with joy.  She made Oliver's bassinet and cleaned the house for Oliver's homecoming tomorrow.  "Elle, go lay down.  I'll fix everything up."

    "Okay."  She scared me, I wasn't used to seeing extra weight on her.  She moaned in pain.  Her back was killing her, my guess.  She seemed unable to make it up the stairs, but made it eventually.  When I was sure she was laying down I heard her sob upstairs.  I walked to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack.  As I ran up the stairs I heard my mom talking with her.  I knocked before going in.

     "Whats wrong Elle?"

    "Well"-hiccup -"Your mom says I m-might have to drop out.  But I've"-hiccup-"always wanted to go to college!" 

     "I can drop out!  I'm not going to let your dreams shatter!"

    "Aw!  Now that's love!"  Mother pitched in.  "So-so suddenly you have the ability to breast feed!"

    "Well, no.  But we can feed him formula!'

   "I'm not going to let you drop out.  You need to get a job."

    "Well we'll all going to die eventually.  My dream isn't to have a job.  It's to have a happy, healthy, loving family.  And you won't be happy if you can finish the dream you've worked so hard for."

    "Thank you.  So much.  Why do you have an ice pack?"

    "I brought it for your back, I though you were crying in pain."

    "Well, no.  But the heating pad would be nice."

    "I don't know where that is."

     "You're mum, can show you."  Mom got up slowly, without making a sound.  As soon as we were out of the bedroom with the door shut she slapped her hand across my face.  I winced in pain, then looked over to her, still holding my cheek.  "Why did you do that?"  I screeched, outraged.

     "You knew she was too young!  But you, you were too obsessed with having a good time!  Now you have to take care of that little, sweet faced boy!  Remember when I told you I wanted grand kids?  I didn't mean when you were seventeen!  At least use protection next time!"

    "Mother!  Go get the flipping ice pack already!"  She stomped down the stairs and out of sight.  I walked back in the bedroom to find Elle fast asleep.

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