Good News, or Bad News?

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"What are we gonna tell your mom?"
I looked at Travon, then at the floor. "How am I gonna be able to take care of a child AND focus on school? I know I'm only 2 months pregnant but......what am I supposed to do? What I'm I gonna tell her, Travon? She'll probably think I'm crazy!" I cried into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead.
"Babe, don't worry, your mom is the sweetest person I've ever met. You'll be fine."
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"Mom, we need to talk to you...." I said in a small voice. She gave me a confused look, but came and sat on the opposite, across from us.
"Is everything okay?" Worry edged her voice.
"Well....um, I don't know how to say this but uh....I'm....well.....I'm pregnant." My voice shook.
"Oh my god! Really? I'm gonna be a grandma! I'm not even that old! How many months? Is it a boy or girl? Did you pick a name yet? When are you due?" Questions spewed from my mom's mouth like a machine gun.

"Mom I'm 2 month into my pregnancy. I don't know if it's a boy or girl yet. The doctor said I'm due in September since it's January."
She got up from the couch and came over to me, giving me a big hug.
"I love you sweetie and I'll be here to help you through this." A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Thanks mom."

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