Teen Dad

Nine

"Well, what do you think?" I asked Anna, fixing my tie in the mirror. Today was prom, a night I had been dreading my entire life, but now I couldn't wait for it to start.

"I like it, and I know Abby will too," Anna said.

I chuckled and walked over to the bed where she was sitting, kneeling down so I was her height. "Now, I want you to behave for Mrs. Young, don't let the last name fool you."

She laughed her adorable laugh and nodded her head, "okay daddy." I smiled and stood back up, Anna hopping off the bed as we walked out of my room.

After a couple minutes of the two of us just talking and goofing around, there was a knock on the door. I open it up to see an elderly woman with a cat it her arms. "Hello Mrs. Young, come in." She walked in and set the small white cat on the couch. "Thank you again for watching Anna on such short notice."

"Oh, it's no problem dear. I love watching little Annabelle." Mrs. Young walked over the the kitchen counter where Anna was sitting and pinched her cheeks playfully. "We're going to have a lot of fun aren't we dear?" Anna rubber her cheek and nodded, causing a smile to form on Mrs. Young's face before looking at me. "What are you still doing here? Go, have fun at your prom."

I laughed and walked over to Anna, kissing her cheek and saying goodbye. "Have fun daddy," she said. After saying my final goodbyes, I walked out of the apartment and got into my car, driving to Abigail's house.

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I walked up Abigail's front porch, nervously knocking on the front door. Not long after the door opened to reveal a woman with short brown hair with slight grey streaks in it. "Oh, you must be Michael! I'm Loraine, Abby's mom. Please, come in." I thanked her and walked inside. "Abby's sister is just helping her with some finishing touches, it shouldn't be long."

I smiled and looked around. "You have a very lovely home," I said. Right when you walk in you're in the living room, and right next to the door is a flight of stairs. Connecting to the living room is a dinning room and a kitchen, and connected to those rooms is a hallway leading to who knows where.

"So, you're my daughter's date, huh?" I turned to the right to see a man with black and grey hair and a mustache sitting in a chair a few feet away from where I was standing.

"Y-yes sir," I say a bit nervously. He stands up and walks closer to me, causing me to look up because he was taller than me.

"And what exactly are you planning to do tonight?" he asked. He crossed his arms, causing him to look more intimidating than it actually is.

"N-n-nothing s-sir, just d-dancing," I replied.

"Scared I see," he chuckled.

"Norman! Please ignore my husband, he's just a little over protective over Abigail. Especially after her last boyfriend."

"Don't worry, I understand, I have a daughter myself."

"Oh yes, Abigail told us about her. What's her name? Anna was it?" I nodded. "That was so nice of you to adopt her. I can't believe someone would do that to their own child."

"Yeah, well, I couldn't just leave her there. Besides, Abby has helped me a lot lately, she's like a mother to Anna." I heard a growl and looked up to see Mr. Fisher snarling at me. "N-not that she is her mother, but she's just important to her like one. I-I mean, n-not saying she couldn't be... b-but not saying she could. I'll just shut up now." I felt my cheeks burn up as Mrs. Fisher chuckled.

"May I have your attention please," a female voice said. We all looked at the staircase to see a girl in her twenties. "May I present to you, Miss Abigail Fisher." My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as Abby came down the stairs. She was in a lilac purple, strapless dress that reached the floor. It fit her body nicely on the top and extended out below her hips. Her hair was done in a messy bun and her makeup made her look flawless, even though she never had flaws to begin with.

"Hey Michael," she said when she was in front of me. I didn't respond. I was in a trance. She was absolutely gorgeous. "S-stop looking on me like that," she said, looking down and blushing.

"S-sorry," I said, snapping out of my trance and rubbing the back of my neck, a blush spreading across my own cheeks.

"Oh, I need to get some pictures."

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"Have fun kids," Mrs. Fisher said.

"Take care of my sister," Abby's sister said.

"Don't get any ideas mister," Mr. Fisher said, sending daggers my way.

We both got in the truck and I started driving. After a could minutes of us riding in awkward silence, Abby was finally the one to break it. "I'm sorry about my family, they can be a bit...weird."

"Don't worry, I think they're pretty cool." I quickly glanced to the side to see Abby with her head resting on the palm of her hand, looking out the window. "Is something wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm sorry. It's just..." her voice trailed off at the end. She heaved a sigh before looking my way, "It's just, I kinda always thought I was going to go to prom with my ex. I had the whole night planned out in my head. The two of us dancing, laughing, possibly winning king and queen. Everything was perfect, and now, I don't know."

I glanced over at her and saw her looking down at her lap. I grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze, causing her to look up at me. "Well, I may not be your ex, but I will do whatever it takes to make this day perfect."

She smiled and kissed my cheek, "thank you Michael."