Not Another Teen Pregnancy Story

Chapter Nine Waking Up

My back aching woke me up.

I knew my head was a little groggy, but I didn't know I was hallucinating. It looked like I was inside Daniels bedroom. 

Oh yeah.

I went with Daniel to his house to tell him I'm pregnant.

I can't believe how well he took the news. I'm really lucky. I knew some of the horror stories about girls telling the father that he was a father. I should've known that Daniel wouldn't have been like those other guys.

"Oh good you're up." I rubbed my eyes to see clearly. Daniel was standing in the doorway with an odd grin on his face. Why was he smiling at a time like this? Oh yeah, because he likes the idea of having a kid.

"Yeah, thought I might before it's too late to drive back." Crap. I had gotten a ride from Daniel, so I would have to rely on Daniel to take me back. Unless I wanted to call a cab, I had enough loose change in my purse to get the cab to the other side of town.

"My mom is home. I think we should tell her now." I gave him a bewildered look. "Let me explain, Ethan and Hailey aren't here and neither is my dad. It's perfect timing." I snorted. I didn't believe there was a perfect timing to tell your parent that you're having a child as a child.

"You think we should tell her so soon? I could still have a miscarriage." I was probably the only pregnant person hoping for a miscarriage. And I felt awful about it.

"I would like to tell her now that I know. Plus you're young, I think the chances of miscarriage is lower." I had been thinking it was the opposite. Who knew, Daniel would probably know more than me. If we told his mom, what would that mean? Would I have to tell my dad then? I didn't want to be pushed into telling my dad.

"I think we should wait." Daniel sighed.

"How long?" If I was in the middle of two months, I'd want to wait till I was three months. Which would be two weeks. Could Daniel wait that long?

"Two weeks." His eyes bulged and he opened his mouth to say something, then shut it.

"One week? Please." I felt bad for him. That's the only reason I compromised with him.

"Fine. One week from today we'll tell your mom." I stuck out my hand to shake on it.

"Lydia, we don't need to shake on it. I trust you. I hope you trust me." I looked into those blue eyes: I did trust him. That is very bad of me. Trust is an awful sticky thing, it traps you into believing in anything.

"Can you take me home? I have a crap load of homework to do and I need to keep my grades up if I'm going to have this... baby." I wish I could say that I'm going through with this pregnancy because I love the baby or I had some mind/life altering realization. The truth is, I felt bad for Daniel and knew he didn't want me to abort the baby. It wasn't smart and I knew I was going to get hurt by this decision. For once, I didn't care if I got hurt for someone else's gain. Only if that person was Daniel.

"You don't want to stay for dinner? My mom is making-

I shook my head and crinkled my nose, "No thanks, I really shouldn't. I don't want them assuming something before we tell them." He looked hurt, but then he remembered we were having a baby. Or something like that because his eyes went straight to my stomach.

"Can I-

"No! Not even!" I shooed him away and put my jacket back on. I felt so exposed around him.

"Why not?" He shrugged.

"Because I'm not showing yet. When I'm as big as a house then you can, not until then." He smirked.

"I be I will before you're showing." He winked and grabbed his car keys.