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18| POPPY SEED.
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"You nervous?" Dylan asked.
"A little," Isabella responded. "Never had an ultrasound before."
"Well, I know they're not painful."
"Yeah I know that too. I'm just nervous about seeing the baby that's growing inside me." Isabella said.
"You know I looked up that the baby is about the size of a poppy seed."
"You looked that up?"
"Well yeah. I've been searching up a lot of things. Just look at my browsing history." Dylan said.
"So, you're really serious? About raising this baby with me?" Isabella questioned.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you're famous. And 19. You have a career to think about, and a baby would just be in the way of that."
"And you're 18. You probably were planning on going to college. How is my situation any different than yours? Just because I'm famous, doesn't mean I'm heartless." He said.
"I know. It's just how the scenario played out in my head," she sighed. "I really thought I would have to raise this baby all on my own."
"No, don't ever think that. Okay? I'm going to be all the way." He said.
Isabella nodded as she let out a breath she was holding in. Her eyes left his gaze, only to stare forward at another lady in the waiting room. She sat in the chair across from them with her hands slowly rubbing her large stomach. She was smiling as she looked down at her baby bump. Isabella's face expression grew strained as she watched the soon to be mother. She was so happy, so full of love. She was ready, and Isabella wasn't.
The woman looked up to find Isabella's nervous gaze still on her. She smiled sweetly at her, and then at Dylan.
"First kid?" The woman asked softly.
"Yeah." Isabella nodded.
"Yeah, mine too. You don't seem that big. How far along?"
"Just a month." Isabella said
"Oh! You're barely starting," the woman said, "My first month, I was bigger than you."
"How, um, far are you?" Isabella asked.
"Seven months." The woman responded.
"So the size of a squash." Dylan said.
"What?"
"I read that at seven months, the baby is the size of a squash." He told.
"Oh, yes. I've read that somewhere. My wife showed me," she said, "You seem a little nervous. How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"And you?" She asked Dylan.
"Nineteen."
"I'm 23, not too much older. My wife and I decided not to wait any longer," she told, "I guess this was the result of a mistake made one night, huh?"
"Yeah." Isabella whispered.
"Hey, don't be ashamed. Okay? Mistakes happen. But you just gotta learn from them," she said.
"I'm going to give you some advice, okay? That baby, is probably going to be the best thing that will happen to you. It may not seem like it right now, but in a few years, this kid is going to be the light of your life. Both of your lives. You gotta love this child as much as you can, because eventually they will grow up. Eventually they'll move out, and then start their own family. So don't be embarrassed or ashamed. Don't be unhappy. Be excited. It will be the best part of your life."
"Thank you." Isabella whispered.
"Isabella Scott?" A nurse called.
"That's me. Thank you for that." Isabella said.
"Isabella huh?" The woman questioned.
"What?"
"No it's just, that's the name my wife and I picked for our little girl. A 'gift from god.'" The woman said.
Isabella smiled before Dylan pulled her to stand. As she walked away, she couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, she could do this.
