Abortion

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Michael and I walked hand

in hand to one of our last doctor 

appointments before we have a gorgeous

baby girl. Eight month pregnant me

was looking better than ever, with my cheeks 

puffed out, and my Michigan sweater slipping

off my shoulder. I used to live in Michigan,

it was part of the best childhood memories

I had. We lived there since my actual father

lived there and my parents were

still running through the divorce files,

leaving my mom with full custody. I smiled

as the doctor informed me of how parenthood will

bring out the best and worst of you. He also

informed us that our daughter may be

born with birth defects, since I hadn't been

eating enough. I felt bad, really. It's my 

fault my daughter will wonder one day why she

happens to be different than the other girls.

To Michael and I, she will be perfect

no matter how she looks, or how she just is.

I was more and more excited as our due

date approached faster and faster. 

"You know Michael," I said as we walked out

to his car, the blistering heat attacking us. "You're

the first person I've ever loved." I smiled and he 

pulled me into his side. "You know, Grace, you

make me smile each and everyday, it

may seem cheesy, but it's true. When 

we are married and you're pregnant

with our seventh kid, I'll still look down into

your pretty brown eyes, and repeat the same 

words in my head that I have since the day

you said you would be my girlfriend." He smiled,

and we stopped walking, just held

each other in our arms.

"And what words are those?" I smiled back.

"I'm lucky to have you." He whispered

and his hot breath fanned my face. I

reached up and kissed him, slowly

but powerful. If someone told me in the 

long run that this is what falling in love

feels like, I would have never

believed them. It seemed like one of those

kisses in the movies, where the fireworks go off

in the background, and people stop and 

watch the two teens who seem

to be slapped silly.