Not Another Teen Pregnancy Story

Chapter Ten Metaphors

"Hey honey, you have fun?" My dad asked as I came inside after trying to hide the puke that was outside. I sorta jumped at my dads booming voice. He had one of those really loud voices that bounced off the walls and took a nose dive straight to your brain. He was also a big man, nearly six foot six inches and was full of muscle. He was a business man, but he wasn't sitting in an office all day long.

"Uh yeah sorta." He didn't even know where I was, but he still acted like he did. My dad always gave me a lot of freedom and let me pick my own choices. Probably not the best parenting, looking at how I turned out to be.

"That's good. Are you hungry? I couldn't find anything good to eat in this kitchen, thought we could go out and eat." On a normal night I'd jump at the chance to flaunt my dad around and splurge on our riches. Tonight however, I wanted my dad all to myself. My stomach was growling and dinner sounded really nice.

"Starving, take out?" I asked while smiling. My dad smiled right back and grabbed his phone out. 

"The usual?" I nodded.

"I want an extra egg roll though," my mouth salivated. "Oh! And some spring rolls!" I started to drool just thinking about all the food. He nodded and dialed the number of our favorite Chinese place that was downtown. It was the best place in the world I swear! 

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My dad and I were sprawled on the couches with boxes surrounding us. The tv was playing our favorite flicks. We started with my dads pick which was Lethal Weapon One, then I picked Audrey Hepburns "Sabrina," and then back in forth we went.

We were now watching Lethal Weapon Three.

The credits rolled and I got up to switch the movie when my dad cleared his throat.

Uh oh, lecture alert.

"Liddy," he started, using my nickname. "I know me not being home must be lonely, and I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you." My dad was awkward with compliments. I think it has something to do with his dad and how his dad was a stern man.

"Dad, it's no problem. Plus, I don't mind being alone at home." He opened his mouth, but I interrupted. "And if I get lonely I call my friends and they come over or I go to their house. I'm old enough to figure things out." I didn't want my dad to apologize to me because I was pregnant. I should tell my dad, right now is a good time. No, I just can't. Especially while we're bonding.

"Still, a parent is supposed to be around. It is hard being a single parent and running a multi-billion dollar company. I'm so lucky to have a daughter that is so considerate and mature." Not only was my dad smart and a great business man, he was also corny and cheesy.

"Oh my God! Dad! I get it, okay?" I threw a pillow at him. It touched the top of his head, barely. He threw the circle pillow towards me, but I dodged it. I grabbed my noddles and started eating them.

"Fine. You get it and I said it. What movie did you pick?" I picked a random one and put it in.

"Uh, Mean Girls." Hmm, seems appropriate.

"What's it about? Besides mean girls." My dad popped a piece of broccoli in his mouth as he asked me.

"Well mean and girls kinda sums it up. It has Lindsey Lohan in it, when she was an actress and not a coke whore." My dad snorted in laughter and started watching the show. I liked Lindsay Lohan, I had grown up watching "The Parent Trap," and always thought she had a twin. Where was Lindsay now?

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I was climbing into bed thinking about everything today.

Going to Daniels and telling him I'm pregnant we're our baby.

Bonding with my dad and watching a dozen movies with him. It was around three o'clock and I had to be up in five hours to get ready for school.

Ugh. School.

Usually I loved school, but being pregnant and a student was such crap.

Daniel and I kissed tonight. Though, it wasn't passionate it still gave me butterflies. Which I didn't think I could get anymore. Were Daniel and I dating? No and I hope Daniel knows that. I can't handle a relationship right now. I know since I'm pregnant I should be married to the father or at least dating him, but I'm not the average pregnant woman.

I'm sixteen and pregnant. And I have no idea how I'm going to do this. Too bad there isn't a show or book about this. Sigh.

I plug my phone into the wall charger next to my bed and pull the covers back to my bed and fall into bed.

Sleep takes over as soon as my head hits the pillow. The feeling feels so good and right. 

Sleeping is like being with Daniel. You put it off to the last minute, and you tell yourself you don't want it, but the second you're in bed you remember all the good feelings sleep brings you. Then, as you're trying to sleep you realize why you always go to your bed. Then sleep hits, and it hits hard and you never want to wake up.

This was a problem.

Daniel didn't just love you, he took you in the undertow of love and leave you gasping for air as you fought to swim. The waves crash around you and then they take you under, you loose your breath and water fills your lungs.

Daniel was filling my lungs.