E'Lana's Story(COMPLETED)

C-1: Twenty Seven Weeks, Three Days

|Some conflict has been rising regarding Dalton and I's future child. He wants to know the gender, but I don't. He also wants our baby's last name, and I don't agree with that either. For someone who's only attended the first ultrasound, I think he's asking for a lot, but for the sake of having a father in my baby's life I try not to argue with him about it. After all, I have to think about my main priority right now.|

Twenty Seven Weeks, Three Days

"C'mon, you wanna know. I know you do," A smirking Dalton nudges me, and I shake my head, running a hand through my hair as I stare down at the book. I was originally studying for a Chemistry test I had the upcoming Monday. The weekend seemed like it was racing by so quick, and it was only Saturday evening. I feel like maybe I'd be able to focus more if someone wasn't here bugging me about the same old stuff I'd continuously tried burying. "No, I don't. Again."

Dalton was getting more desperate by the day. I guess the curiosity of wanting to know his kid's sex was unbearable. And I knew why, but I feel like since we'd know eventually, it would be even even more special than finding out right away. Besides, sonograms were never 100% accurate. Or more so doctors. They can detect a child but they can't always label a baby with the right gender. Dalton didn't see it the way I saw it though.

"I don't get it. What person doesn't wanna know what their child is? I don't wanna be spending money on the wrong things, or wasting my cash on some ugly unisex clothing."

"So don't," I look up at him. "I never asked for you to spend your money. I just asked for you to be here for your child. If you want to buy something for your baby, give me the money, and when I find out the gender, on the day of the birth, I'll make sure that money goes to provide for him or her."

He shakes his head, looking away from me. Abruptly rising from the chair, he paces around the kitchen quietly, running his hands down his face. I knew he was upset. But after all this time I didn't care anymore. Because it didn't matter what our child was, that shouldn't even be remotely important. As long as it had two good parents and came out healthy, that was all that truly mattered. Maybe if he spent as much time trying to pick through his schedule to be here for one of the six ultrasounds he missed, I'd entertain the idea of knowing what we were having.

"Look, if you're mad, feel free to go."

He snatches his coat off the table. "As that child's dad, I have a right to know these kinda things. You ask me to be here but you're acting like you're in this alone. You won't even give that kid my last name. That's fucked up, E'Lana. Don't forget it takes two people to make a child, and it should take two to come to terms with the decisions you are making as an individual about our kid!" He scoffs.

I am staring down at the blurred words on the page I stopped on when I hear the door slam closed. Squeezing my eyes shut, I rest my face into hands that catch tears of defeat.

He was right. Although he wasn't here every day, he hadn't neglected me in this crucial time, and for that I owed him something. Maybe it was the heartache of him missing all my important appointments. I was being very selfish, I know. I guess I'd seen so many shows about teen moms constantly feuding with their dead beat baby daddy, I took advantage of mine and carried on that mentality.

Pregnancy was also a major factor in my rollercoaster of hormonal emotions. I wasn't aware it would cause so many conflicts. Some days I wish I'd saved myself for marriage.