After Emmett and Clarissa left me alone with my mother at the kitchen table, my mom calmed down. Well, sort of.
"Baby is a big responsibility, Anastasia," She began, running her fingers through her short black bob. "You have diapers and baby food and crying,"
"I know, mom," I admitted. "I don't know how I let this happen,"
I began to cry again, this time silently. My mom put her hand on my back, and rubbed small circles until I calmed down.
"Can I ask you something, Ana," my mother whispered. I nodded. "Is it Emmett's baby?"
My mind raced for the answer.
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Teen FictionWhile most teenagers are wound up in their own exciting lives, Anastasia 'Stasia' Phillips was cursed with the fact she is going to have to make room for her future child. With the help of her best friend Clarissa, and her boyfriend Emmett, Anastasi...
