The Farm Girl Meets The Alpha

Chapter 22

After all the awkwardness and emotional conversations of yesterday morning and afternoon, I went straight to my room after Jeremy let me out of his car and stayed there until this morning when I had to go back to school. Amy came into our room at ten o'clock when I was still kind of sulking and we just looked at each other for a few seconds and then we both went on with our lives. I don't even know how I'm supposed to get over my self-worth problems, but I need to try.

I woke up this morning perfectly fine until I remembered the events of yesterday. My classes that include Jeremy went by smoothly we were still talking and everything, but the flirting has stopped which is a good thing. I've made it to the fourth period when I remember just exactly what it entails. I groan in annoyance as I make my way to my seat after a few moments of drowning in my aggravation Mrs. Gabrielson tells us that the family health class will be in here soon and asks for help with getting some of the extra chairs from one of her many, many closets. After I grabbed a chair for my partner and put it somewhat close to my desk the other class comes inside with Mr. Jefferson, their teacher, leading the charge. The front of the room fills up with people until the last person enters and shuts the door. My face nearly drops, apparently, I did know someone in that class, Jeremy, of all people. "You may break into your groups of two now," Mrs. Gabrielson announces.

I give Jeremy a signal to come over, "I assume you're okay with being partners, it being future practice and all, which I just worded so weird."

Jeremy laughs at my word choices and responds with, "You honestly think I'd let any of the other guys in this classroom be the father of one of your children," he teases me with a raised eyebrow.

"Touché."

"I see that all of you are paired up, take a seat and we will bring one of the babies to each group," Mr. Jefferson tells us.

"So how is this going to work with both of us," Jeremy asks.

"Well this weekend if you go hunting, obviously I will watch it during that time. Next week it's not like we need to pass it back and forth like everyone else because we do technically live together, but we both need to take care of it. I can't do it alone and neither can you. We'll talk to my parents tonight and see how they want us to handle it because the teachers can tell who takes care of each need and if we both take care of it at like three in the morning there will be questions."

"Students listen up, we will put the babies on the demo mode so they will run through all of their needs before the class ends a few times so you can get used to the sensors in the diapers, bottle, and the bracelets. There is also a patch with a sensor that can be used for the representation of breastfeeding if you would prefer to use that just let us know. You will be given two diapers one will be yellow the other green. The two diapers have different sensors that way the baby knows that you actually changed the diaper and haven't just tried putting the same one back on. You need to remember to support the head with all movements," Mr. Jefferson explained after the babies were all handed out.

Mrs. Gabrielson starts going around the room handing us supplies as she turns the babies into the demo mode. "Ready to be a father, Jeremy," I teasingly ask him once she gets to our table.

"With the right person...for the right person, I could do anything," Jeremy says with a pointed look.

"I thought we weren't going to talk about that stuff for a while," I respond.

"We weren't talking. I was stating a fact," he says and then as if to add emphasis to his sentiment the baby in front of us starts hiccuping. I reach for the bracelet, but Jeremy gets it first. He waves the bracelet in front of the baby's chest and we hear a chime when he moves it to the sweet spot. He gently picks up the doll and puts its face so it is resting on his shoulder and starts patting the back. "Jeremy the baby doesn't need to be burped, it needs rocking. You haven't even fed it yet," Mrs. Gabrielson tells him.