"Milo baby. We need to talk, come over as soon as possible." That's what I left in his voicemail. I hoped that it sounded serious enough.
30 minutes later, a knock came from my door. I opened the door up and Milo walked in, quickly sitting on the couch. I walked over slowly, sitting down next to him. I grabbed his hand with mine.
"Your breaking up with me aren't you?" He said, pain filling his eyes.
"No," I tried not to break into laughter. I made my face super serious but also scared looking. "I'm pregnant." I said rubbing his hand. He quickly pulled his hands away.
"Really?" He said confused. Crap he prolly just caught on to the joke."
I nodded. "You need to help me take care of the baby, because it's yours." I said slightly stern.
"Omg this cant be. No. No. Wait I could be a good dad... yeah I could. I'm ready for it. *two seconds later* no I can't I'm too young. Your too young. This is crazy. I don't know what to do." By then he was rocking back and forth.
"Calm Down baby." I said softly.
"Calm Down Calm Down?! I can't. Ahhhh." He screamed.
"Want to know what I'm going to name the baby if it's a girl and what I'm gonna name it if it's a boy?"
"Ok sure." He said still freaking out.
"For the girl, April. The boy would be fools." I sat there letting it soak into him.
"Those are terrible nam... wait what? Hold on." He caught on I bet.
"Are you kidding me? It's April fools I'm so dumb. The sad thing was, is that I knew it was April fools today."
I laughed. "Baby your a bean."
He leaned in kissing the top of my head.
"I'll be a good dad one day to our children."
