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26 ⇢ you are

❝Telling someone the truth is a loving act.❞
- Mal Pancoast

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Mackenzie Ziegler

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I let out a deep, unsatisfying breath and swallow quietly. The vibrations of our doorbell are loudly sounding through the house, and huffing, I begin to walk downstairs. It's hard to see through my eyes that are red and blotchy from lots of crying.

"Hey." I hear my Mum greet Johnny from downstairs. "Come in."

It may be my imagination, but I feel like Mum's voice is graver than usual.

Johnny greets Mum with his always faithful smile and voice, before spotting me behind her. His smile falters a little, but as Mum walks away he plasters it on.

"How are you?" He greets.

"Not so good." I smile sadly.

"Why, what's up?" He asks while slipping off his shoes.

"A lot of things." I say hesitantly. What's he going to say when he finds out he's a father?

Leading him through to the kitchen, I offer him water, which he politely accepts. I was hoping he'd take a seat, but he stays right by my side– maybe he can sense how fragile I feel.

Taking a cup out of our drawer, I'm about to fill it with water when it slips through my fingers due to my shakiness. It crashes on the floor, splitting into a million tiny fragments,  and I stare at him a little open mouthed.

He regards me with a shocked expression, and I'm about to bend down to get the glass before I realise that I can't. I'm rooted to the spot, feet unmoving, mouth wide open, like those dreaded nightmares. Silence seemingly suffocates us, and I'm rendered speechless with hands shaking limply by my sides.

"Mackenzie, whats–" He starts urgently, before we're interrupted by Mum rushing into the room.

"Whats broken?" She half yells, turning to Johnny and then glancing at the shards of glass all over the floor. "Did you do this?" She begins to shriek at him, and loudly at that.

"No, I would never–" He trails off. Silence fills the room again.  "Is there something... um, something going on?"

Mum's glare turns to a look of panic. "Oh." She sighs a little. "You haven't..."

"Told him? No." I say shakily.

Johnny looks between us, confused and upset.

"Go." I whisper, and Mum flees the room. Gingerly, I hold my hand out to Johnny and he takes it with apprehension in his expression.

I walk him to our lounge carefully, standing by the fire about a metre in front of him.

Letting go of his hand now, I begin to talk. "John, there's no easy way to tell you this."

"Do it; tell me. Please." He whispers.

I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the tears from dripping out of them. "I... I'm pregnant John. I'm pregnant with your child."

It takes him a full ten seconds to take this in; and with every second that passes I feel more and more upset.

"You are?" He finally whispers, voice cracking.

"Yes." I sob, eyes blinking open. They won't focus due to all the tears forming, so I can't see it happen, but Johnny takes me into a hug. From there, I begin crying and blubbing, not caring if he sees me like this because he's almost surely going to leave me anyway.

"It's all my fault, I'm sorry." I cough, wringing my hands that are slung over his neck.

"Fuck Mackenzie, you can't put that on your shoulders!" He exclaims, wiping the hair out of my face. "Did they not teach you anything in health class at school?"

"What?" I blubber again, eyes swimming into focus– almost.

"It takes two people to make a baby Kenz, and this is not your fault."

My cheeks flush a furious red, before I speak again. "I've messed up my future– I'm seventeen! I can't have a child, imagine what people will say? What they'll do?"

He only shakes his head and smiles sadly. "You shouldn't care about about all that– it shouldn't matter what other people think."

"I'm scared." I whisper, looking down at my shoes.

"Don't be, Amour." He whispers back, quoting exactly what my Mum said and pulling up the hem on my tank top. Resting his forehead on mine now, he scuffs his calloused hands over my stomach. In turn, it sends a shiver down my body.

"God put this child into your body for a reason." He says quietly.

"So you– will you stay with me?" I half ask, half plead.

"Of course." He replies, and I find my body relaxing with relief.

Is it bad that I'm worried more about John leaving me rather than having a child?

I think so.

Im addicted, and dependant on him– more than words can describe.
It's scary; almost as much so as being pregnant while you're seventeen.

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