It's My 5 Year Old Daughter And I

Prologue

Picture of Georgie on the side :) 

Hey :) 

It may seem confusing about her age from where ever you are from, but 13 years of age could mean that she would be in year 9 in the UK which is two years from finishing high school and this story is partly based on my friend who got pregnant at that age :) Sorry for the confusion :D 

ThankYou

Jemma .x. 

Prologue

“Justin, I think I’m pregnant,” I muttered to him as we were sat on the swings in the park.

I glanced up to him and he was just acting normal. When he caught me looking at me he started to laugh, what the hell? Is this some joke?

“Did you hear me?” I asked back with a ‘what the hell’ look on my face. He looked at me and when he saw the seriousness on my face, he stopped laughing.

“Yeah, this best be a joke, right?” he asked back looking me in my green eyes. I shook my head in response. “How can you be pregnant? We did it once!” he roared jumping off the swing.

“You know how and we didn’t use any protection, plus, me and Poppy did the test, twice this morning and they were both positive,” I said in a slow, quiet voice. Me and Justin had taken each other’s virginity so he knew it couldn’t be any one else’s.

“Have you heard of the pill? How come you told Poppy first? How am I going to tell my mum and dad?” he started to question me like I had committed some serious crime.

It was a bit rich coming from him! Has he ever heard of a condom? Or the saying chicks before dicks? And you’re going to tell them, that’s how. I had answered them in my head, how I was going to get them across in words was another matter.

“I don’t know,” was all I could respond with. God! I am such a pussy.

His face started to go red, “I don’t want nothing to do with you, unless you abort it,” he said through gritted teeth. His hands were going white from him tightening them.

Wait, had he just told me it’s him or the baby? What. A. Twat! I was never going to abort it, I don’t care how old I am, my mum had me young so it would be a bit hypocritical that she wouldn’t help me, besides, I told her about me and Justin and she had already told me about this outcome and she told me that I could tell her.

“Well, I am sorry about you not being involved in your child’s life,” I said in a cold tone. My life was not being dictated by the likes of him. I don’t give two shits about his dad being the top of some firm and his mum being a really good surgeon. Yeah, I could do with the money, but if he didn’t want to be involved then, so be it.

He looked at me, his eyes narrowed, he looked like he was about to hit me, but I know Justin wouldn’t do that so I knew not to be scared, “Your choosing something that’s about 5mm’s over the person you love!” he raged. I nodded and started to get up. His face softened as he lowered me back down, his hands on my shoulders, he knelt to my height, “please think about this baby, I love you loads, but we are too young for a baby and my mum and dad would go ape,” he murmured. He started to kiss my neck and jaw line. I tilted my head to allow him more access. He may be a jerk sometimes but he couldn’t half kiss.

“I love you loads as well,” I said truthfully “but you know my mum had me young, we don’t have to tell your parents if you don’t want, my mum would help us out,” I said quite breathlessly.

He stopped suddenly, why? “No, me or the baby,” he said in the cold tone again. I groaned. I knew this was going to be hard. Jeez! This is going to be hard for me and him, but I would really like to have him involved.

“Justin,” I whispered. I grabbed the back of his hair and brought his lips to mine. My tongue slid along his bottom lip and he opened for me. After a few minutes of making out, I pulled away, “please don’t make me choose,” I gave him the puppy dog eyes, I hadn’t used it before, but I really needed something to help push it my way and if this was the only way then, good.

His face scrunched up, like he was thinking about something, “Georgie, I just can’t do it, I want to go to Cambridge, a baby, well it will be 5 years old by that time, isn’t going to swing in my favour, I am sorry but it just ruins my life plans, think, you want to go to Manchester to do dance, you won’t do that with stretch marks and the other stuff pregnancy could do to your body,” he was pleading with me. He looked so sincere, but I wasn’t the sort of person to abort a child.

“I know, I have been thinking about that all this morning, I did the test at 9 am and I was sat on my bed for 7 hours thinking through everything. I was that confused that I wrote down the good things and the bad things and there were more good things, than bad, I know what you’re saying but it’s just not me, you’ve known me for 6 years, you should know that about me by now, you’ve met my mum,” I counter argued, in the same quiet sincere voice.

He pulled away from me and sat back on the swing. His head was down and he looked like he was thinking everything through. I was grateful that he had calmed down. Me and Justin had been told by people in our year that we were perfectly matched, I had agreed with them as well. He was so charming and funny. Yeah, we were both thirteen, who cares?

“Georgie,” he made me jump out of my skin, he chuckled at me, but he went serious again, “I know you won’t abort it, but I also know I can’t have anything to do with it, I am sorry, hopefully we will be able to talk sometime in the future, but for now I think we should keep our distances,” he looked me in the eyes whilst he said it all, he had guts. As his words replayed in my head my gut clenched up and my heart started to beat fast. I blinked to keep back the tears. He had seriously just broken up with me? He wasn’t going to be involved in our baby’s future? Oh my days.

He got off the swing; I could tell this decision was hard for him as I could see the silent tears rolling down his cheeks, “Justin, one more hug?” I practically begged him. I wanted him to hold me just one last time. He turned around and walked back over to me. He held me in his arms, my tears soaking him and his tears soaking me, but we just ignored them as we held each other one last time. The emotional pain in my stomach was unbearable. I just wanted to get home and have my mum hold me. I couldn’t blame him, I really couldn’t.

When we had sex, we never even thought about this outcome. Never in a million days would I have thought I would have got pregnant and split up from the one I thought was THE one.

Justin pulled away, too soon. He held his hand out for me to take but I shook my head. Parting with him at his street would just make things twice as hard for me; I couldn’t be near him any longer without me breaking down. My feet and the rest of my body started to walk in the opposite direction from him and my house. I wiped my tears with my sleeve, probably smudging my make-up in the process but at this moment, I couldn’t care less.

“I’m sorry Georgie,” he called to me, but I didn’t want to think about the way his voice had broken into this really deep one that made him sound sexy and charming, or the way his clothes were always immaculate or the way his blonde hair always seemed perfect, not one strand out of place.

The only thing that wasn’t perfect, were his snobby parents. They only approved of me because Justin seems genuinely in love with me, which he was, the same I’m in love with him. He probably had a better relationship with his cook than he did his parents. When they moved here about 10 years ago, they were nobody’s, normal people like me and my mum. He got a lucky break and she got promoted. That was all that had happened and yet, now they lord it over our town like they are the King and Queen of England!

I remember the first day that I saw Justin. Nobody knew that they had a child; they had kept Justin away from the world outside for as long as they could, but on his 7th birthday he started our school and he was so cute back then. He made friends with me, and then became friends with everyone else. Justin is really popular at school. He is in the football (soccer) team at school and he is really good at it. 

As soon as the whole school finds out about us breaking up, all the girls will be jumping him and giving me dirty looks. I get them already because I went out with him, but even more so now. I may even get the odd bitchy comment every now and again. Nothing I can’t handle.

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