Pregnant With The Bad Boys Kid

Chapter 11.

I've been continuously searching online for any pointers over teenage pregnancy. All I have found so far is that it kills your entire list of goal and wishes for the future. You have to restart your life, pretty much; it frightens me. I finally told both David and my dad that I was pregnant. I really was expecting my dad to get really mad, and David to just kind of blow it off. I was mistaken.

*flashback*

"So, what is it you needed to tell us?" David asked.

I sighed. "Ok, you're going to kill me for this, but, I'm six weeks pregnant."

There was a sheet of silence blanketing the room. No breathing heard, no screams of pure anger, just an uncomfortable silence.

My dad cleared his throat. "Um, wh-who is the, uh, father?"

"Channing." I flatly mumbled.

"Oh. The boy that always gets arrested?" He started jumbling his hands together.

"Yes. He's going to stay and be here for the baby," I offered.

"Good, good." My dad relaxed into his chair.

"David? Do you have anything to say?" My mom asked.

He stared at me, fire raging in his eyes. "Why on earth are you two acting like this is no big deal? Our daughter is carrying a child, and you're just brushing it off of your shoulders. I am not OK with this. You have a delinquents baby molding inside of you. Do you really think he is going to help you? No. I suggest that you abort the child before it's too late. You have your reputation to withhold, and you need to attend college. Not become some old, run-down piece of crap who can't get a job."

We all stared in disbelief. How could he call my parents idiots, and think it's ok? It's absolutely not ok.

"Excuse me, but they're the ones that raised me while you went and knocked up who knows how many girls. Hell, you probably have ten other kids you don't know about. You knocked my mom up when she was seventeen. You were how old when that happened? Like, twenty-five? So don't go around telling me what I should do, when you can't even take control of your life." I was practically crying when I finished.

He looked blankly at me. Studied my face. "I'll be going now." He gathered his coat, and hurried towards the door.

"I don't ever want you to be around my child. I don't want a negative person like you in their life." I yelled before he walked out of the door.

*end flashback*

The best thing that came out of that is Avery moved into our house. She didn't respect that he had told me to abort the child, her niece or nephew. My mom was happy to have her move in; she wanted to catch up on lost time.

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"Babe, what do you want to have? Baby wise." Channing asked me as he made me lunch.

Whipped at its finest.

"I honestly want a baby boy. But I'd be happy with a girl."

He smiled and walked over to me. "I want to have a baby boy, too." He rubbed my stomach while he kissed me gently.

"We'll find out when I'm at my five month mark. I'm only four months now," I sighed.

"When do you get the legendary baby bump?"

"Maybe in two weeks. It depends on how big this baby will be. Right now it's just a little hill." I laughed.

"A cute little hill. Hey, we should go swimming. It's nice out. Plus, I wanna see my beautiful girlfriend sporting a beautiful little belly." he kissed my cheek.

I smiled. "Alright. Let's go put our bathing suits on."

I jumped off the counter and took his hand. I took some of my brother's trunks for Channing, and guided him upstairs with me.

"I'll be right back." I said as I started for my bathroom.

"Nuh uh," Channing grabbed my wrist, "just change out here."

I smirked, "Whatever." I turned and walked into my dressing room, shutting the door.

I picked a bathing suit that was cute, but very modest, and walked out. Channing was sitting on my bed, reading a pregnancy magazine.

"Ugh, this is what birth looks like? Do I have to be in the room when you have our baby?"

"If you wanna hear the baby's first cry, yes."

"Speaking of, I'm really loving the Little Hill." He smirked, running his hands over my belly. "Hi baby. Daddy is here. Mommy is going to give birth to you in five months, and I'll probably puke when it happens. I still love you, though," He mumbled.

I smiled; this is better than winning a trophy.