Dan and Phil's daughter Italy gets her marks the night before she turns 16. But she's in for a tough journey with her soulmate Cameron. This is the tale of their first year as a couple.
Sequel to Matching My Marks
So, I told my dads. Papa, as expected, freaked out and burst into tears. Dad had to calm him down, sending a worried glance at me. They went to their room and locked the door to talk, alone. In the seventeen minutes they were locked away, I threw up once, went through twenty-three tissues, and screamed into a pillow six times. Yes, I kept track, I was nervous and freaking out. Numbers have always helped calm me down anyways.
Dad came out and hugged me, his arms wrapping around me tightly. "Are you okay?" I shook my head, sniffling as I reached for another tissue. Dad grabbed one and gently dabbed under my eyes, wiping away my tears. "We love you. So much." He assures me. His voice is calm and gentle, soothing me slightly. His brown eyes looked into my green eyes, searching them for something, I wasn't quite sure.
"Papa doesn't though." I choke out. "He's mad at me!" My voice is rough from crying. My arm lashes out from my side, but Dad grabs it and holds it tight in one of his big hands, squeezing it gently. He doesn't stray from his calm attitude.
"Papa does love you, little one. He's just surprised." At that moment, Papa came out of the room, eyes red around his blue irises. He refused to let his gaze meet mine. I knew it, he doesn't want me anymore. I'm a messed up child. What kind of parents want to hear that their daughter, their only daughter, is sixteen and pregnant.
They adopted me, they could send me away if they wanted to. I'm sure they would. No one wants a messed up daughter. They made a mistake of getting me.
The three of us sat on the couch in silence, no one quite sure of what to say. I know my heart was thumping like crazy. I was terrified. What if they kicked me out? What if they gave me away?
"We love you," Papa starts, his voice a little shaky and rough from crying. "And we support you no matter what, even if our ideas are different." I collapsed into his arms, bursting out into tears, relief seeping throughout my whole body. I felt his arms wrap around me as I sobbed, and I could hear him crying too. Dad got off the couch and wrapped his arms around both of us, kneeling on the floor.
"I'm sorry!" I choke out, wiping snot from under my nose. "I messed up so bad." My whimpers are drowned out by the two of them telling me that it's going to be okay and that we can figure it out together.
Once I managed to calm down, the three of us looked at each other, green eyes meeting blue eyes meeting brown eyes. Papa and I sat on opposite ends of the couch, and Dad sat on the floor about halfway between us.
"Do you know what you want to do about this?" Dad asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"I need to talk to Cameron, he doesn't know yet. But I think I want to keep the baby." My voice is meek as if my voice didn't agree with my heart.
"So, this implies that you and Cameron have had intercourse?" Papa cringes while he says that. I nod slightly, my cheeks heating up. "When?"
"Halloween. And I promise it was just once. I was on my pill and we used a condom too, I don't know how this happened. But it must have happened for a reason. We took too many precautions for this to be an accident." Papa sighs and looks at Dad, who shrugs.
"Are you sure? You're positive you want to keep them?" I nod. "I hope you know we won't pull you out of school. If you want to do this, then you need to keep up with your education. You have one year left, we won't let you ruin it. Even if you end up having to take all of your courses online, you will finish your senior year."
"I did the approximate math, and you'll probably be due right around the start of college. Are you ready to have the responsibility of a newborn baby and school at the same time? We will help you, of course, but this will be your baby, not ours. We love you Italy, but your decisions will have repercussions."
"I understand." I'm just happy that they are willing to support me. I know most parents would kick their children out or make them get an abortion. But Dad and Papa let me make my own decisions and figure out the consequences. I just hope I'm not making the wrong decision.
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"Sit down ladies this one is a doozy." I point them to the floor, crossing my legs as I sit on my bed. The two of them look at each other before sitting on the ground, looking up at me. "How would you two like to be Godmothers?" I ask, blurting it out before I could stop it. The two of them looked surprised for a moment, before bursting out in squeals.
"Wait, what?" Lianna looked at me, eyes wide. "You're pregnant? How? How long?" I blush deeply and take a deep breath before I answer.
"Yes, I'm pregnant, only six weeks right now. And it happened on Halloween. That's the only time Cameron and I have had sex. And before you ask Fi," I give her a look. "He doesn't know yet, so don't text him congrats. I'm telling him soon, I just have to figure out how." I sigh, grabbing a pillow and holding it, squeezing it for comfort.
"What about Dad and Papa? Do they know? Are they okay with this?" Fiona asks, cocking her head.
"They do know, I told them this yesterday. And they weren't completely okay, but they promised to support me no matter what. They told me that if I wanted to have this baby, - which I do - I would have to keep up with my classes, even if I have to take them online. But at least they support me. I was scared that I was going to have to do this alone." I start to tear up at the thought, and I wipe them away with the back of my hand. Lianna gets up and hugs me, Fiona right behind her. The two of them hug me, whispering that they still love me, and will support me no matter what. And of course, they accepted being Godmothers to my baby. Why wouldn't they? We're best friends, basically sisters, and sisters don't turn their backs on each other.
I'm excited and nervous to go through this. I have to read up on all the books, start a healthier diet, start taking vitamins.
But first, I have to tell Cameron. I have to tell the father that he's going to be a father. Here we are, sixteen and eighteen, expecting a baby. I just hope he'll be as excited as I am about the idea. I know this baby isn't planned, but they're not an accident, at least, not to me. They're a miracle. My little miracle baby.
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Teaser: Italy tells Cameron about being pregnant
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