Not Another Teen Pregnancy Story

Chapter Thirteen Telling Tanya Part 1

Today is the day Daniel and I tell Tanya. His mom.

Okay, breathe I can do this.

What does someone wear to something like this? I stare aimlessly at my closet. Maybe it's time for a shopping spree, but I only have an hour to get ready. My towel is wrapped around my body, my hair dripping wet droplets on my hardwood floors.

With only thirty minutes remaining I pick out a black and white stripped short sleeve and yellow skinny capris and my favorite black sandals. I let my hair lie naturally in it's soft curls. I put barely any make up on and didn't even put on any perfume.

It was two minutes before Daniel was supposed to pick me up when I heard the doorbell ring. I grabbed a ruby apple and cleaned it on my shirt as I opened the door. It is Daniel. I grab a coat and run out the door.

"Hey." He says and pulled me into a hug. I inhale deeply, it's the sweet smell he carries that makes my knees go slightly numb. His hot breath in my ear makes them shake ever so slightly. I hope he doesn't notice.

"Hey." I kick myself for such lame response. He isn't phased, in fact his smile deepens exposing his dimples. My heart skips a beat.

"Are you ready?" He's serious now. I purse my lips contemplating how I'm feeling. I'm anxious, but also excited. I want to tell Tanya about the baby, our baby.

"Yes! I really think I am Daniel." I mean it, I really feel good about this. 

Daniel looks over at me, his expression full of shock. "Are you... sure?" He takes a step back to take a look at me. I just nod. I want to go to his house before the nerves kick in. "Well, okay then let's go." The corners of his mouth turns upwards in a smirk as he says this. I think he's mocking me.

The second the tires hit the driveway my insides are screaming for me to run in the opposite direction. I've peeled all the cuticles off of every, single nail. I start picking at my nail polish when Daniel takes my hand.

"Lyd," he pronounces it like lid, "I know before when we were going to tell my mom we weren't... I mean I guess we're not right now either, but I just want... I uh... I know what my mom is going to think if we go in there all happy go-lucky and tell her about our baby." For some reason I'm smiling. At Daniel. I have no idea why either.

"What will she ask?" The words fall out of my mouth before I can catch them.

He pauses, pursed his lips and really thinks about this. Pushing past his fears he looks me in the eyes, his blue iris' spinning like galaxies in some foreign universe. "She'll ask what we are." Somewhere in the back of my brain a small voice was yelling at me "three days, one party don't screw it up," thankfully, I kicked that voice to the curb.

"What are we?" I hadn't let my brain time to think about this.

"What do you want us to be?" Usually I would think this phrase was corny and sucha cliche. But now, right now, it is charming. It worked. I felt my heart melting from the warmth he was radiating.

"I... I don't know. I know that when we were dating I didn't treat you right and I know you might not want to be with me and I totally understand that because honestly I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with myself." It was all true. I think I could really love Daniel and see myself with him as we raised our child, but I knew I wasn't ready for a relationship.

"Then let's be together." His voice was pleading. I wanted to be with Daniel but I couldn't bring myself to actually be with him.

"It isn't that easy, I'm more messed up than you know." I pushed a lock of red tinged hair behind my ear. He didn't know everything about me, but I wasn't up for sharing.

"I think it is. If we both want to be together than we should. I already love this child and I love you, let's raise our child together." I blew out air, this was so overwhelming.

"Woah there, let's not get ahead of our selves. I'm all for dating but one step at a time." I paused, "Daniel you're not thinking about marriage are you? Because I don't want to get married while I'm pregnant. Or even right after. I don't want my marriage to be about a baby." Even if I love you, I added mentally.

"Fine. Whatever you want Lydia." He was upset. That much I could tell. He hardly ever used my full name. I sighed, I had to make this right.

"Daniel I don't want to go in there upset. I didn't plan on making you mad, that isn't my intention." I placed my pale hand on his bronze one. I really did care about him, but I needed to focus on me and my baby before jumping into another relationship.

He took a deep breath in before saying, "I'm not upset, I'm just... I feel stuck. Like me and you are backed up into a corner. I love you and I know you feel something between us or you wouldn't be here right now like you are. But for some reason you refuse to give into your feelings. I don't know why, but I respect your feelings and Lyd, I'll wait. When you're ready you tell me and we can do this." I wanted to say something intelligent but my brain couldn't muster up anything. So of course, my hormones took over.

I leaned over and smashed my lips into his. It took him a millisecond to react and then we were kissing. Our lips moved in sync as my hand wrapped around his neck. His hands found my waist.

I pulled back, "We should go inside and tell your mom." I said slightly out of breath.

"Yeah before we make another baby." He said with a smirk.

"That doesn't happen and you're not gonna get that lucky twice." This time I smirked. I grabbed the door handle and got out of the car. 

I took a deep breath in and walked next to Daniel towards his house.

I can do this.

We can do this.