Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
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Theron
Oh God, I'm dying I swear!
My palms are shaking so bad.
"Just do what I do Theron, put it at the back of your mind," Blaise says and I want to punch him in his perfect fucking face.
"How? How can I put the fact that we're getting married in twenty minutes at the back of my mind?" I ask in disbelief as Blaise just lounges on the sofa.
I am baffled by this boy's behavior. I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown right now while he sits looking perfect in his white suit and expertly applied make-up that enhances his facial features and makes him look almost ethereal.
"Right," Blaise turns his eyes to me and I falter. Oh God, Blaise is just as nervous as me.
"Blaise," I whisper going to his side and putting an arm around him.
