Father's POV:
My girlfriend is so pregnant. She's gonna kill me. I can't believe I got her pregnant already. We have been together for two years and right before I went to buy the ring she anounced her pregnancy and got kicked out by her extremely religious parents. They still haven't talked to her and she's eight months pregnant. She looks like one of those weirdos that shoved a ball in their shirt and waddled around. Those people have no idea how scary this woman is with a child kicking in her ovaries. Sadly I won't be able to propose or she would have a mood swing and shove it down my throat.
I see her waddle into the room and I'm surprised that she looks happy but then her face falls and she looks down. Holy shiz her water broke. As her scream pierces through my ears I run to the other room and grab my phone to call the ambulance I drop it ALOT before I'm finally able to make the call and a few hours later my beautiful baby girl is born into the world. She's so sweet looking. Hopefully she isn't as viscous as her mother. Yikes. Anyway my girlfriend has named her after the famous witch trials. That's right Salem. Salem Elizabeth Brown. She's gonna be so fun to raise. And of course she's gonna grow up on good music: falling in reverse, black veil brides, and of mice and men. In a few weeks we take her home and sleep is something out of a dream. But at least she's not super high maintenance like her mom can be.
Oh by the way I'm Phill Alexander Brown and I'm 20 years old. My girlfriend is Marina Jade (soon-to-be) Brown she is 18 and a half.
