Sk8er Boi

The Worst Thing Imaginable and Baby Names

A/N: Okkaayy, since none of you people are helping me with baby names I'm going to my last resort. I'm asking for Harley's parent's opinions. Teehee...

**The Worst Thing Imaginable and Baby Names.**

I walked slowly into the kitchen to have dinner... I didn't want to tell them, but it was either now or later when they would see my stomach start to balloon outwards. I thought it'd be better if they had a warning in advance. I sat down and took deep breaths. "Um, I have something to tell you guys," I began very nervously. Mom looked at me.

"Yes, honey?" she asked.

"Please, don't be mad. Please, please, please. I don't want to be disowned..." I whispered.

She looked at me in confusion but then gently, she said, "What is going on?"

I gulped. "I'm pregnant." I whispered and my father's eyes snapped up from his plate and my mother glared at him from the other side of the table.

"How did this happen?" she asked, calmly.

"Kevin." I say and she knows automatically what I mean.

"Come here, sweetheart." she says and I stand up, more cautiously then I would have before. She opens up her arms and I hug her. "It's alright. You and the baby will be alright." she murmurs in my ear. I smile, softly. I knew she would understand. It was Dad that I was worried about. What was Ryan going to do? He didn't text me much anymore and I didn't see him much either but he was going to flip. Especially because this was the exact reason I had given him for not wanting to be with him anymore. I told him that I didn't want anything to ruin my chances of getting a good job, but here I was, pregnant. Soon, I wouldn't be able to go to school or work or ballet practices.I sat back down and the rest of the dinner was pretty much silent, on one side, a pleasant happy silence and the other side, an angry, resentful, and awkward silence until my father finally cleared his throat.

"So, what are you going to name it?" he asked me and I grimaced. "What did I say?" he asked when I flinched.

"My baby is not an it dad. It's your grandbaby too. Don't call my little baby that." I say. She or he had been called an it by way too many people, including me. I would not allow that anymore. It was a baby, at that moment.

"Fine, what are you going to name the baby?" he asked again.

"I don't know..." I answer.

"If the baby's a boy will you please name him Noah?!" Mom asked excitedly.

"No." I said. She pouted and I rolled my eyes.

"What about Kristina?" Dad suggested.

"I don't know, I kind of wanted a unique or old name. One that you don't see often." I explain.

"Hmm..." Mom mused and I rolled my eyes.

"What do you think of Brenna for a girl?" Dad asked. I thought for a few minutes. Well, it was a nice name.

"I like it, keep thinking of more options." I say.

"Falynn!" Mom exclaimed.

"Okay, that's two girl names. Now think of two for boys." I say, allowing Falynn because that doesn't sound half-bad either.

"Okay, Charlie, because it's your father's middle name." I nod, approvingly.

"What do you think about Jack?" Dad asked.

"Stick to girl's names, Dad." I say rolling my eyes.

"Or you could name him Flynn." Mom said and I smiled. That was the second one I liked.

"Falynn or Brenna, Charlie or Flynn. Good choices." I say smiling. Now the next thing I had to do; try to avoid Ryan as much as possible.

A/N: Sorry that it's short. It's not like many people are reading it anyway. Sorry all the same. I hope you guys will tell me which name you like better, thank you for reading. Fan, vote, comment, add to your library, tell your friends, promote it. Whatever you wanna do. You know it means a lot to me as  a writer if you do those things for me, especially the commenting because then I know you're actually out there enjoying the story. Thanks, keep reading! ~ Ash