I. Tamara

Chapter 11

Its been a whole year since I came back to Atlanta and I'm a senior in high school. Quan and I are 6 months strong in our loving relationship with its small problems, but what relationship doesn't have their problems? Guess what else? We haven't had sex either. I haven't had sex in a whole year. I'm trying to keep him by not hopping in bed with him as fast. I actually think I really love him. We can cuddle and talk about our futures together with no problems. Of course we tease each other, but I'm still holding out on him.

There was a knock at my door, interrupting my thoughts as I called for them to come in. I smiled as he leaned toward me and pecked my lips as I pulled him in for another kiss.

"Hey baby. What's up,"

He sat beside me and pulled me into his lap as I laid onto his shoulder.

"Remember when we were in eighth grade and we said we were going to move into the middle of nowhere and get married-," He started out

"And we planned on having lots of kids, but to get those lots of kids we had to have lots of sex," I giggled. "Of course I remember you pervert," I lightly hit his chest as he laughed.

"Well, I don't think we'll be able to have alot of kids," He slightly whispered.

I gasped then sat up and looked at him. "Baby, what happen? Are you okay," I asked him frantically.

"I went to the doctor because I just felt something wasn't right with my lower area and they say I have a low sperm count,"

I pecked his lips and lightly smiled. "It's gonna be okay, baby. I'm going to take good care of you. Okay," I said while looking him straight into his eyes.

He smiled. "Okay. I guess we cant have sex unless you trying to pregnant, "

"We weren't having sex anyway," I lightly laughed.

We laid back onto my bed as I turned the tv on which was playing Peter Pan. We began to cuddle as my mind drifted from the movie to our discussion earlier. Maybe I should get pregnant just to lift his spirits, but I want to go to college, but I also don't want him to ruin his chances of ever having kids. I want kids as well and I know Quan will make an amazing father. I began to fidget with the string on my shorts as I contemplated on whether I should have a baby with Quan now. His phone buzzed causing us both to look at it and it was a text from his mom telling him to come home. We kissed goodbye and I gave him a long hug then walked him to the door.

"Daaaad," I yelled walking through the house.

"Yeah," He called back from his work room.

I walked into his work room and sat on the couch across from him.

"Hey. Can we talk for a second," I asked while rubbing the back of my neck.

"Sure. What's on your mind,"

"Well, Quan just told me that he has a low sperm count,"

"Man, that must be hard on him,"

"Yeah. I was thinking earlier,"

"About," He rose his eyebrow.

I looked down at my nails then up at my father. "Um, I...I wanted to....raise Quan's hopes by......getting pregnant wi-,"

"No!" He exclaimed jumping onto his feet.

I flinched at the loudness of his voice. "Dad, you don't understand,"

"Oh. I understand," He frowned.

"Just let me explain," I pleaded.

He huffed then sat back down. "Fine. Get to explaining,"

"Okay. Well, since he has a low sperm count then when we get older, he might not be able to have kids, so I mean, why not try to have one now for just in case," I stated.

He rubbed his face and sighed in frustration. "Tamara, I just don't know. You're not ready for a kid and you're only a senior in high school, plus you have college next year,"

I nodded. I have a lot to think about. I guess I'll discuss it with Quan tomorrow.

×next day×

I shut my locker as I felt two arms wrap around me and a pair of lips on the side of my neck. I smiled then placed my hands ontop of his.

"Hey,"

"Hey,"

"You know, we need talk," I said turning around and looking at him while placing my arms on his shoulders.

"About," He said with a smile.

"Um, well, lets skip third because this discussion is extremely important,"

"Okay,"

We entered the auditorium as I took a seat in the way back and he followed behind me. I told him everything I told my father and he looked at me with a shocked expression.

"Baby, I don't think that's a good idea," He looked at the ground.

I furrowed my eyebrows together. "And why is that," I folded my arms over my stomach.

"It's not a good time for either of us to have a kid right now. When we graduate of course," He gently rubbed my thigh.

I pushed his hand away. "Well is this relationship not a good time for us either," I asked.

"What? No. That is not what I'm saying,"

"I'm trying to help you with your condition by having a kid because I know you want some and I just didn't want to ruin that chance for you," I sighed while looking down.

"We're at the end of the school year anyway, so we'll work on it soon," He kissed my forehead as I lightly smiled.

"Or we could work on it now," I mumbled, but of course he heard me.

"Nasty," He laughed as we stood up and began walking out of the auditorium.

I really want to have this baby for him, but I guess it could wait.

When I arrived home, my father called me into the living room and said we had some company. I walked in and saw Zoey, Chresanto, and that bitch Payton sitting on my couch.

"What the fuck are they doing in our home," I growled through gritted teeth.

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Ok. I guess I had a miracle because when I woke up this morning I felt too good, so I decided to give yall a chapter :)