Pregnant At 17

FIGHTING FOR YOUR LIFE?!

Aimee's POV
I woke up and stretched. I looked at my phone to see that it was 8. Damn. Adalynn slept through the entire night. I looked next to me to see that she was still sleeping. I smiled and pulled my phone out. I took a picture and posted it with the caption "my baby is exactly one week today 😩❤"

I closed my phone and got out of bed carefully next waking Shawn up. I place my phone on the bed and picked out my outfit. I still cant believe she's already a week old.

Anyways, I decided to wear something comfy today since we're probably staying home all day and going through Adalynn's stuff and building the swings etc. I just had to feel half decent so I decided to change.

I changed in to my Adidas sweater with white Jean's and my Adidas shoes.

I throw my dirty clothes in the hamper and walked into the bathroom I had in my room. I put deodorant on and put mascara on. I didn't want to do a face full of makeup today.

I then grabbed my brush and brushed my hair, putting it in a ponytail. I placed my brush on the sink and walked back into the room to see Adalynn was awake. I smiled leaning over that little crib.

"Hey baby" I say, in a baby tone. "How'd you sleep?" I added, tickling her tummy. She let's out a few giggles making me smile.

I picked her up, grabbing my phone, and walked out of the room and walked into the nursery. I decided to feed her so I sat down in the rocking chair and lifted my shirt up. I start feeding her and turned my phone on. I go on Instagram and scroll down my newsfeed.

I kept scrolling through Instagram until Adalynn was done. I smiled, closing my phone and setting it on the table that was next to the rocking chair. I pulled my shirt down and got up. I felt a sharp pain in my private area again.

I just tried shaking it off and went into Adalynn's closet. I looked through her outfits she had and eventually found one. She has a lot of clothes. I decided to put her floral little white and black striped sweater. It was a light sweater. And her matching floral pants.

I closed the closet doors and walked over to the changing table. I laid her down and opened a drawer with all of her plain onsies. I grabbed a white onsie and threw it on the changing table with her other clothes.

I looked at her to see her looking at me smiling. "What's so funny?" I say in a baby tone and she just starts giggling uncontrollably. Shes such a happy baby. I'm so blessed. I finished changing her and I hear the door open. I looked over to see Shawn walk in.

"Hey baby" he says kissing me. I smiled picking Adalynn up and handed her to Shawn. He starts talking to her and I throw her dirty clothes away.

"Did you feed her?" He asked and I smiled nodding. I walk over to the diaper bag and grabbed the pacifier with the clip. I decided to use the pacifier that said "daddy's girl"

I grabbed one of the clips and tied the pacifier to it. "Here. She probably doesnt need it but just in case" I say, clipping it on side of her pocket that was on the sweater. It was adorable.

"Let's go" I say, opening the nursery. "I saw your picture you just posted on Instagram. Its adorable. I cant believe shes a week old already" he says, walking out. "I know" I say, closing the door.

I felt a sharp pain again but I tried not showing it but I failed. "Aimee, what's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing" I say simply.

"Dont lie" he says and I rolled my eyes. "I felt a sharp pain in my vagina again" I say.

"That's it. I'm going to call the doctors today. This happened a few times in Florida too" he says. I just say whatever and walked downstairs with him following me. I was about to walk into the kitchen till I heard my name.

"When are you going to tell Aimee?" My dad asked. "Is this all you know how do? Is eavesdrop?" Shawn asked laughing. "Shhhh!" I whispered, punching him playfully.

"When it gets serious" I heard someone say. It sounded like my mom. "When it gets serious?! Its already serious!! You're fighting for your fucking life" my dad whispered yelled.

I look at Shawn with wide confused eyes and he looked at me with the same look. We both walked in and said "hey guys."

"Oh hey!" My mom jumped. "What were you guys talking about?" I asked, opening the refrigerator. "Oh nothing" my mom plainly answered. My dad gave her a 'tell her' look. I grabbed two water bottles and slammed the refrigerator door closed.

"That was nothing. You're fighting for your fucking life? What the hell does that mean?! And dont say nothing or you're okay! If you're fighting for your life, you're not okay" I say, walking over to Shawn, handing him his water bottle. "Fine" my mom says sighing. She takes a deep breath. "I have cancer"
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DUN DUN DUN!! How long do you think they've kept this from her or do you think they just found out?? Comment for another update!!