That Dress Won't Fit Soon

Eight

Brendon and Sarah held hands as Brendon drove them to an ultrasound appointment. This was a huge one, hopefully, they would find out the gender. Well, not there. They would get an envelope so they could have a Gender Reveal party. 

"I can't wait for my parents to come down!" Brendon said, pulling into the parking lot. "My mom is so excited to see you! She said that she just loves seeing people pregnant. Either she's super excited or weird... I'm now kinda guessing weird." Sarah laughed, getting out of the door.

"Oh, come on! Your mom is amazing! I seriously don't know what you're going to do when she's gone..." Brendon sighed, shaking his hand. 

"I try not to think of it. But then again, anyone can die at any moment, so I take everyone's lives for granted. "I'll go check us in." Sarah sat down in a chair and watched Brendon walk up to the receptionist. 

"Thanks for checking in, Brenny!" Brendon kissed Sarah's cheek, looking over to the side of the room when he heard yelling. It was a young girl, no older than 16, getting yelled at by her father. 

"Why would you have sex with him?! My god, you're an idiot!" He yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. Brendon turned in his seat, watching the girls every move.

"Dad... I'm sorry..." Brendon watched a tear fall down from her cheek. He stood up, walking over to them.

"Excuse me, and I know this isn't my place or even business, but you don't need to humiliate her in front of everyone here..." The girl's father just stared at Brendon.

"She decided it was a good idea to have sex with her boyfriend! Her whole life is ruined! Like I said, she should have an abortion!" Brendon looked down at the girl.

"How old are you, sweetheart?" The girl sniffed. "And what's your name?"

"My name is Lizzy and I'm 15..." Brendon smiled at her then looked back up at her father.

"Look, sir. I'm going to tell you a little secret. I go on tour a lot, and I see a lot of different extraordinary people. But one always sticks out in my mind. She was 13 at the time I met her, very petite, and very nice. But, she looked tired, almost worn out. So, I gave her a VIP pass and let her come talk to me. She told me she was being raped, and pregnant. She said she wanted to just get an abortion and not tell anyone. I convinced her to tell her mom. It was her stepdad. By the look of the no ring on your finger, and the tone of your voice, you got a divorce, yes?" He nodded. "And Lizzy's mom, she remarried, yes?" He nodded again. "Your daughter isn't in the worst possible situation ever, and shouldn't have an abortion. Because that 13-year-old girl didn't, a beautiful baby boy was brought into this world, her mom got a divorce with the man who raped her, and he is now in jail. And the baby, the girl named him Brendon, because if she didn't talk to me, he wouldn't be alive. So, for one, at least your daughter isn't 13, and two, she wasn't raped. Her life isn't over, she'll just have to grow up a little faster than everyone else. Her life is just starting, she is going to be a mother. If anything, right now she needs a hug, tell her that everything will be alright, and maybe take her for dinner." Brendon sat down next to Lizzy. "And you. I have a gut feeling that you are going to be an amazing mother. Don't you ever let other people's words affect you raising a child, okay?" She looked up at him and nodded. "Thanks." Brendon patted her shoulder before getting up and walking back over to Sarah. 

"Wow... You did well over there..." Sarah said, grabbing his hand again. 

"I felt like I had to. I've never found anything wrong with the whole teen pregnancy thing. I mean, girls can get their periods as early as what, 9? One time can get a girl pregnant, she shouldn't be viewed as a whore." Sarah nodded.

"I totally agree."