In my room. Sitting. Waiting for her.
Man, I love you. But... everything is just... Crap. I hate it, but...
But what? I questioned myself.
Like she heard my thoughts, she came in.
"Lilly... I-" I started.
"Baby, I'm sorry," she said, crying, "I love you. Lets never fight again. I'm sorry. This is just... just... gosh, I don't know. Crazy, maybe? I'm pregnant. At eighteen years of age. I'm such a stupid little girl, pregnant because I got wrapped up in... you," she said.
I looked at her, a bit of hurt in my gaze.
"I meant that in a good way," she reassured me.
"Good. 'Cause I agree."
She smiled, the first in a long time.
I pulled her closer, kissing her, hard.
"Baby, never fight me. Ever." I said softly.
"Never again," she answered.
I put my lips on hers once again. For the once in a millionth time.
