"Y-you're pregnant?!" John said, shocked.
"Y-yes.... I knew you'd hate me! Go ahead. B-break my h-heart," I said, crying softly.
"No! Baby, I love you. But, one question. I am the daddy, aren't I?" he asked.
"I-I guess.... I don't know!" I exclaimed.
"Ok. Babe, this is our baby. I will be with you. Always. Now, how long do you think you've been pregnant?" he asked me.
"I think I'm almost five month along. Baby, I'm scared. What if-" I said.
"Lilly," John interrupted, "you'll be fine." he inched over, kissing me passionately.
I smiled, our lips departing. Then, my smile faded. Worriedly, I said, "What about my mom? Your parents?"
John's face turned serious. "The police are looking for them, Lilly. It's going to be ok."
"I know..." I said.
John smiled. "That's my girlfriend. Now, about the baby...." he said.
"I'm going to schedule a doctor's appointment for tomorrow. Um... John?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Um... I was going to ask you.... Do you want to, maybe.... Go with me? To the appointment?" I asked.
"Of course, baby. Of course." he said.
"Thanks," I said, still a bit nervous. I never thought I would be pregnant at age eighteen. Ever.
I guess John detected that, because the next thing he said was, "You're going to be fine. I love you, you love me... We know that that's the only thing that matters. Hey, I'm glad you told me. I'm glad I'm going to be a father," he said.
I smiled. "I'm glad I'm going to be a mommy."
He kissed me, holding me close.
