Me and You Against the World (Book Five in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

I Need Your Help (Emily's POV)

"Well, good morning," I laughed as I woke up to Ethan jumping on mine and Jack's bed.

"Morning," he smiled.

"Hey little man!" Jack smiled, scooping Ethan into his arms. "Did you have fun last night?"

"Well, playing a bunch of games, watching movies, and eating a bunch of snacks," Ethan said. "Yeah, I had fun! I love being with you and sissy!"

"Well, I'm glad," I smiled, getting out of bed, followed by Jack and Ethan.

I walked into the bathroom, did what had to be done, then walked back into the bedroom. Jack and Ethan had disappeared downstairs, so I chuckled, then grabbed my phone off my night stand. I noticed I had five texts from Jaimee and a few missed calls from her too. I opened the texts one by one, the first saying: "I need to talk to you" the second: "Please help me" the third: "I did something horrible" then the fourth: "ok, I did two things that were really bad actually. Please text me back"

"Dude, what's wrong?" I texted back, and within a minute or two, my phone was ringing and it was Jaimee.

"I'm a-a terrible dau-daughter," Jaimee said as soon as I answered. I could tell she was crying her eyes out.

"Jaim, what's wrong?" I asked. "You gotta calm down, hun."

"I did horrible things," she sniffled.

"And those are?" I asked.

"Well, f-first off, N-Nick and I-I stayed home yesterday, wh-while Pete, Patrick, and Ethan went to see a movie, then go get p-pizza, and while they were gone, N-Nick and I got to talking a-and w-we eventually wou-wound up doing it," she cried.

"And?" I asked.

"And then P-Pete and Patrick got home, and w-we all went swimming, a-and once Nick to-took his shirt off, you could s-see t-the scratches from me-e on his back," she explained.

"Pete and Patrick asked you what it was about, didn't they?" I asked.

"Yeah, and o-of course I-I got super de-defensive and I said som-something I'm not pr-proud of," she cried.

"Jaimee, what did you say?" I asked.

"I told P-Pete 'fuck you'," and after she said that, she started sobbing again. "I feel so bad!"

"Jaim, you gotta learn to handle your anger better," I said.

"I'm a fucking horrible daughter," se cried.

"Jaimee, you are not. Almost every kid says something like that to their parents at least once in their life," I said. "but, it doesn't mean it's ok."

"W-Wanna know what's even worse?" she asked.

"What?" I asked.

"When Pete and Patrick asked me about what N-Nick and I did, Patrick said that he could get over the fact that we had sex, but when I told him t-that Nick a-and I didn't use any-"

"You guys didn't use protection?" I asked. "Jaimee, you're only seventeen! What if you get pregnant?"

"I got the whole lecture from Pete and Patrick! Nick pulled out, but I know it was still stupid! I don't need you bitching at me too," Jaimee said.

"I know you don't, but you obviously don't realize the seriousness of the situation. I know Pete and Patrick gave you the whole lecture about all this, but what if Nick was too late with pulling out, Jaimee? You'd be a mom at eighteen years old, Jaim. Kids are something you should plan, and even if you don't plan them, you shouldn't be a teenager. Do you know how hard that would be? Jaimee, you'd be a mother and you'd also have to try and graduate from high school! And what about getting a job to provide for your baby? You can't just not provide for the baby. It needs food, diapers, formula, clothes, and things like that. And look at it this way: what if you for pregnant with twins like me? Jaimee, a mother of two at eighteen. You'd have to buy double of everything, nearly, and let me tell you, shit ain't cheap," I explained. "Jaimee, just imagine if Nick hadn't pulled out. You'd be fucked."