Pixiedust

Chapter 1

Hello, my name is Gabriel James Page and I am 17 years old, my birthday was a month ago on August 19th and and my son Benjamin James Page was born six months ago on April 22nd, 2019. I am part of the three percent of the male populaton of the world that can have and birth children.

I wouldn't trade my son for anything in the world; not even having his father, Samuel back in my life, he's an absoulute jackass who left me alonge at 16 years old and pregnant. Dad wasn't happy with me when I informed him and proved that I was pregnant at only 16 years old and my boyfriend left me with no intentions of ever coming back.

I am 5 feet 8 inches tall with a dancer's toned body even after giving birth to Benjamin six months ago because I dance classical ballet and hip-hop, so I think that is what helped me regain my body structure after birthing my baby boy. I don't dance as much as I used to but I still dance either style once a week if dad or Kass can watch Benjamin.

"Gabe, we need to leave now to drop Benjamin off at daycare before school so we aren't late for school," Gavin says to me as he pops his head into my room before heading downstairs.

Smiling down at my son as I finish dressing him in his light sweatshirt and pick him up and popping him on my left hip as I grab his bag for daycare, my school bag, wallet and phone as I head out of my bedroom and down the stairs toward the front door to the car Gavin and I share.

Buckling Benjamin into his car seat after I placed our bags on the seat next to his car seat as Kassidy sits in the seat next to him since he's in the middle. Smiling at my son and sister as I climb out of the backseat and sit in the passenger seat as Gavin pulls out of the drive toward the daycare center before school. Turning the radio to a station that we all like but low enough not to hurt Benji's ears.

Gavin parks at the daycare for me to climb out, unbuckle Benjamin and head inside to drop him off in the nursery room after signing in him and placing his bag in his cubby with his name on it. Smiling at the head teacher, Miss Kelley as I place my son in her outstretched arms, greeting her, "Hi Miss Kelley, how are you this morning?"

She smiles back at me as she situates Benjamin in her hold. "Hi Gabriel, I'm doing good, thanks. How are you and Benjamin this morning?"

"We're good, he had his bottle and bowl of cereal about thirty minutes ago and he's freshly changed and should be due for his nap in about an hour and a half."

Smiling as I glance at my phone and see that I need to leave in order not to be late for school. "I'm sorry, I need to leave so I'm not late for school. I'll be here at 5 p.m. to pick him up after my shift at work." Miss Kelley nods at me and tells me to have a good day at school and work; I attend school until noon since I only need my four morning classes to graduate this year and then I spend the rest of my day at work with dad and thankfully the garage is withing a ten minute walk of the high school so I don't have to have the car.

Rushing back outside to the car, climbing in quickly so we can head to the high school before classes start. The three of us head inside the school toward our lockers before class and I groan as I grab my calculus book for my first class; I hate this class but I'm good at it and I'm within the top two in this damn class. Groaning as I take my seat in the back of the class as eveyone else files inside and takes their seats; I hate Monday's along with everyone else.

As Mr. Carson starts to shut the door of the room, Micah Knight the football teams quarterback slips inside the room, earning a glare from the teacher. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Knight, take your seat," he snears.

Micah is damn sexy to damn bad he has a girlfriend named Erica Evans, who is an absolute bitch and she's the cheer captian. I for the live of me cannot understand what he sees in his snotty and mean girlfriend who likes to control him and seems to make him miserable. If he was gay or even bisexual or something, I would love him like he deserves to be loved, for the sexy and sweet man that I am sure he truly is.