Pregnant at Sixteen

First Impression

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" a voice boomed. I jumped and fell off the couch I somehow fell asleep on. Xander. The movie. Sleep..

Xander jumped up off the couch, running his fingers through his hair. He looked over at my father who was steaming that you could literally see steam.

"Dad!" I stood up looking at him. "Nothing happened if that's what your thinking!"

"Is this the boy who knocked up my baby girl?!" my dad yelled, storming over to Xander.

"I-I didn't mean to," Xander stuttered, looking frightened for once.

"How dare you fall asleep next to my daughter in MY home," he growled, stepping towards Xander in anger. Xander was still taller than my dad, but my dad was pretty angry.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jenson," Xander apologized, looking ashamed for his actions. "Things happen, and this was an accident!"

"A-accident," I frowned, standing there in thought. It really was an accident, but I don't want to say my child was an accident..it's a horrible thing to say.

"I think it's best you leave," my father interrupted my thoughts.

"No! Stop being a dick dad!" I yelled frustrated. "I didn't mean for this to happen! And Xander didn't either! You two have a lot more in common than you guys think..please just let the boy here be apart of the baby's life. I don't want the baby to not have a father.."

My father cleared his throat, looking everywhere but at me. I sighed and walked upstairs to my bedroom. I plopped down on the comfy bed and looked at the ceiling.

"Can my life not get anymore dramatic?" I mumbled.

Well, you are pregnant.

"Yeah, I know."

Then why ask?

"Just shut up!"

"Are you talking to yourself?" Xander asked, walking into my room, smirking.

"Yes," I groaned, placing my pillow over my head. The pillow was lifted off my head and I opened my one eye to see Xander about to hit me with it. I gasped, rolling off the bed, laughing softly on my back so he wouldn't hit me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, kneeling down. I pretended I was dead with my eyes closed and my legs and arms sprawled out. "Oh my god! I killed her!"

He shook me a little, fake crying as he did so. I tried my best to hide in my laugh while he was being dramatic.

"Please come back to me!" he fake cried. I bursted out laughing at his dramatic ways.

"You're something, Crawford," I laughed, looking up at him.

"You're something too, Jenson," he smirked, standing up. He held his hand out to help me up and I took it.

"So the appointment is tomorrow right?" he asked. I nodded, sitting on my bed.

"Did my dad say anything when I left?" I asked worried he might've said something horrible.

"Well, we just had a staring contest, if that's what you want to hear," Xander shrugged. "I totally won though."

"That's...interesting?"

"Are you hungry? I'm totally hungry. I can cook for us if you want," he told me, standing up quickly. "What do you feel for?"

"Ice cream and chocolate and waffles and bacon," I started listing off.

"Wow," he opened my door, "Cravings are weird."

"Don't judge the cravings, Crawford!"

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Xander was finishing cooking the bacon for me and he placed it on my plate that was stacked with a ton of different foods. I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks. I bit into the food pile and moaned in delight.

"Moaning again because of me I see," Xander winked, eating a bacon strip from my plate. I slapped his hand with my fork when he tried to grab another one.

"I moaned because of food, not because of you," I replied.

"I made the food."

"You did not make the ice cream!"

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes, sitting next to me.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked him.

"Well, today I have to help my father with business things," he sighed, laying his head on the table.

"Why?"

"Because I have to."

"But why?"

"God Jenson, you are something else."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"How can someone cry from a cartoon lion dying?!"

"MUFASA WAS A GREAT FATHER!" I glared, throwing a piece of bacon at him.

"Thanks for the bacon," he smirked, eating it.

"Whatever," I mumbled, annoyed.

"Aw, Jenson! Don't be mad at me little one," he hugged me as I ate my food.

"Get off of me you peasant!" I yelled, trying to push him off me, but he wouldn't budge.

"I'm sorryyyy," he apologized, kissing all over my face and neck, except for my lips of course because ew.

"Stop!!" I screeched. "I don't want herpes!!"

"Ouch," Xander pulled away from me.

"I had to get you off of me somehow," I smiled sweetly, standing up to put my plate in the sink.

"Do you think the baby will be a boy or a girl?" he asked randomly.

"Huh, I never really thought about the gender, but maybe a girl," I replied.

"I think it's a boy," he smiled to himself.

"Why do you think that?" I asked, leaning against the counter.

"Because I always thought my first child would be a boy," he shrugged. "Why do you think it's going to be a girl?"

"Because I just do," I bit my lip, turning around to wash the dirty dishes. I wasn't about to tell him I had a dream of our child. That was weird.

"Alright, well I have to go to help my father," Xander said. "Will you be okay?"

"Of course!" I smiled slightly, while washing the dishes.

"Okay, bye Jenson."

"See you later, Crawford," I yelled as I heard him walking to the front door.

Now I'm bored.

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I keep smelling dog piss. Gross.

I tried writing this early today, but I was busy trying to get ready for school tomorrow and I accidentally fell asleep for like 4 hours..then I woke up at 10:30pm. 😂😂 just my luck.

This is just a little chapter about Xander and her dad's first encounter and yeah. It's cute ig other than her dad totally flipping. But thanks for reading✌️