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Chapter Fourteen: "Baby Mama"

Sunday

I WASN'T REALLY WORRIED that I was pregnant. Teen pregnancy was common, even though it was looked down upon. My parents couldn't fault me though. My mom was a teen mom. Her first child was a boy. His name's Kyle. She gave him up and he's married now.

We got in touch with Kyle when I was about five. It was cool to have a brother even though I grew up without him. Honestly, I prefer him over Mel.

I hold my stomach. It was odd knowing that another human was growing inside of me. It felt like I was living every alien movie that I had ever seen.

I was still trying to peice the puzzle together though. I had to find out who was the father of my child. Abortion wasn't an option for me, and I wanted my baby to have another parental figure in it's life. I wasn't planning on considering adoption either. This child was mine, and if it was Grayson's, I would probably love it even more.

Not that I wouldn't love my child if it were Ethan's. It's just that Grayson may die, and his child would be the last peice of him. Well technically Ethan looks just like him, but that isn't the same.

I've seen funerals in movies where one of the twins die and everyone stares at the living twin. It must be painful to loose someone who looks just like you. I would hate to look in a mirror and long for a loved one.

"Miss Parker, You have a guest," One of the nurses announce as she walks in.

I give her a shy smile and expect my mother to walk in at any Moment, but to my suprise, it was Perri.

"Hey," I speak. I immediately stop rubbing my stomach. I was okay with telling her that I was pregnant, but I didn't want that to be the topic of our conversation right now.

I wasn't worried about not graduating High school. We only had about seven or eight months left till we graduated, so I was sure to make it.

Perri sits on the edge of my bed.

"Damn, you look pretty bad," she laughs.

"You should see the other guy," I groan.

As much as it hurt to do so, I laugh too. It was nice to see her. I hated being cooped up in a lonely hospital with no one to talk too, and the nurses weren't helping me out much with information about Grayson either.

"So when the heck are you getting out of here?" Perri asks poking a balloon someone from school sent me. My room had been bombarded with teddy bears, letters, and candy all day.

I shrug. "Three days maybe?"

Although I didn't know exactly when, I had heard Mom and my doctor discussing my release.

"Well we're definitely going to Dippin' Dots when you get out."

She takes something from her purse. It was a can of Pringles. Salt and Vinegar. Oh, she knew me so well.

"I figured you were tired of crumy hospital food, so I smuggled you in something," she smiles, handing me the can.

"Thanks."

I wasn't in the mood for eating. Though I probably should be in my condition.

"What's wrong? "she asks, looking at me with sad eyes.

She always did that. Her eyes were big and green, and they always managed to make me feel guilty. It's bad when you don't have a clear conscience.

"Nothing," I lie. I couldn't keep secrets from best friend. It was completely against girl code.

"I'm just...Im-" I don't know what to say, so I pause. Was I ready to tell people already?

"-You're what, Jade? C'mon just spit it out! " she demands, growing impatient.

"I'm pregnant," I admit plainly. I looked in the air as I said the words. Was it that simple? All I had to do was just say the words? Consequence free?

"Damn, Perri lets out. She was obviously at a loss for words. It was okay that she was. I didn't blame her.

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"-Stop apologizing for everything," she cuts in. "You shouldn't be sorry for getting knocked up. It's not entirely your fault."

I nod, somewhat agreeing. She was right. I was always apologizing for things. Maybe it was time that I stopped.

"Well...have you told your parents?"

I shake my head. I had no idea how my parents would react. They weren't strict parents, but something like this could make them that way.

"No. You're the first person I've told."

That didn't seem to suprise her.

"Well, for once I don't know what to say," she huffs, looking down at her phone.

She had done it multiple times, so I soon got the memo that she had somewhere to be.

"What's wrong?" I ask concerned.

She sighs. "There's another volunteering gig at the shelter next weekend, and I'm trying to get this pizza company to cater," she finally puts her phone aside.

I remember talking with her about one of those events a few months ago with Ethan. I had totally forgotten about it. Things like that didn't cross my mind often. Between my nightmares and my constant dreams about the twins, I had little to no thinking space.

"I hope it works out," I whisper with a croaky voice. My throat was hurting, and it seemed like water was making it worse.

I was irritated. I wasn't in a good mood. My throat was burning, my back was killing me, and no one was acknowledging me of how Grayson was doing.

"I'm going for a walk," I announce before pulling myself off the bed.

Perri immediately disagrees.

"Woah, Take it easy. You have that thing on," she advises.

I look down at my arm. I was so caught up in everything that I hadn't even realized that I had on a cast. That didn't matter though, I was still able-bodied. I had gotten stitches on my leg and they hurt like and they were extremely uncomfortable. The pain was completely unbearable, but it still hurt.

"I need to see Gray," I plead in more of a begging manner.

He could've been dead, and no one would've told me. Maybe the faculty was trying to protect me from my own feelings, but I wouldn't be fully okay until I knew what was going on. I cared about Grayson Dolan, and I would do anything to make sure he was okay. Even if it killed me.

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Had a big test so I was busy studying, but the next chapter should be longer and wayy better. Honestly I threw this together, but I hope you enjoy. ♥ vote  and follow.
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