Pregnant with Taylor Caniff's baby

Telling my Parents

Aaliyah's P.O.V

The car ride to my house is about fifteen minutes. The whole way I was imagining the worse scenarios. I am so deep in thought, that when we finally arrived I don't even realize it until I feel Hayes tap my shoulder.

"Babe, we're here," he says giving a small smile. I climb out of the car and walk up to the front door nervously. Taylor notices how nervous I am and gives my hand a little squeeze before ringing the doorbell.

"Oh, hello," my mom answers.

"Hi mom. We have something to tell you," I say trying to hide my nervousness.

"Sure, come in and have a seat," she responds, "would you like a snack?"

"Uh no thanks. We ate at Taylor's house," I say,"and we really need to tell you something."

"Okay, what is it sweetie?" she asks grinning brightly. It breaks my heart to think that that smile is about to fade all because of me.

" I don't really know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to say it." I take a deep breathe and prepare myself for her response. "I'm pregnant," I quickly say and look down at my hands afraid of her response.

"What? This must be a joke. Please tell me it's a joke," she pleads.

"I'm sorry mom, but it's not a joke. I really am pregnant," I explain. You can see anger in her eyes.

"How could you be pregnant? You're only 16. How are you going to take care of a baby. Well, I guess you won't have to because you're getting an abortion," she says without even asking my opinion.

"No, I'm not," I say raising my voice without even meaning to,"I refuse to.

"Yes, you are," she retorts like it's nothing.

"Mom, this is not your decision to make. It's mine and Taylor's, and I am having this baby," I practically yell.

"Well, if you aren't going to have an abortion, you are not going to live here anymore," she answers. I start to argue, but Taylor cuts me off.

"She's your daughter, and you're kicking her out when she needs you the most! What the hell is wrong with you? You know what we don't need your support, because you're just a heartless person who only cares about themselves. Come on Aaliyah let's get out of here," he says grabbing my hand and walking out of the door leaving my mother stunned.

Once outside, I breakdown in tears. I usually don't cry this much, but all these hormones are getting to me.

"Shh, everything is going to be okay. We are better off without her. Okay?" Taylor whispers soothingly into my ear while wrapping his strong arms around me.

"Thanks, Taylor," I say looking up at him and giving a weak smile,"Now all I need to do is find a place to stay. I guess I could stay with Maggie or my sister."

"Or you know if you want to, since I'm the father the child and all," he trails off.

"What?" I ask curiously.

"You could stay with me. If you wanted to," he asks nervously.

"Oh my gosh! Really? I would love to. Thank you so much!" I respond hugging him tightly.

"You're welcome. Let me call my mom and explain what happened," he says pulling out his phone.

*Phone conversation*

Taylor: Hey mom. So, Aaliyah's mom didn't take the news to well and sort of kicked her out, and I was thinking that maybe she could come live with us.

Taylor's mom: That's terrible. Why would she do such a thing? Of coarse she can stay with us. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes to pick you up. Okay?

Taylor: Okay. Love you.

Taylor's mom: Love you too, bye.

Taylor: Bye.

*End of phone call*

"My mom said she will be here in fifteen minutes," Taylor tells me.

"Cool. Thanks again for letting me stay at your house," I say.

"No problem. This is half my fault anyway," he chuckles.

He leans in and kisses me on the forehead. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought.

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