Dad lives in Penton, about a four-hour drive from us.
Park and I went through with our original plan, and mom gave Dad a call.
Dad was supposed to pick us up Friday morning from the airport and bring us to his house. We'd see about that. And we'd return on Sunday night, right before our 3rd week of highschool.
Friday Morning--5 a.m--Departing
Park's Dad had walked him down earlier that morning, and mom had driven us to the airport. Where the crying fest had begun.
As I bent over to lift my suitcase, I overheard Mom whisper to Park, "This is going to be a hard trip for her...She's already hurting and she's barely 11 weeks pregnant".
"She'll be okay, Ashley", Park whispers back, "I'll make sure she's comfortable and happy".
Mom smiles, and so do I.
"Okay, Park", She says, "Thank you so much. You're the best".
"Your welcome", He says, "And thank you".
Mom nods, and as Parker and I step into the boarding zone, she starts crying. I wave, and Park puts an arm around me. Then we board.
9 a.m--landing
I couldn't wait to get off that plane. My stomach wouldn't stop turning, and I couldn't stop clutching a barf bag. I had already thrown up three times, and people kept staring. Mostly at my stomach. My stomach was visible by now. Sticking out almost an inch. I wore a loose hoodie most of the flight, hoping to hide it a little, but apparently it wasn't enough.
Parker and I spent most of the time talking; whispering about the baby. We threw away the choice of abortion and soon after adoption. The only choice we could find ourselves settling on was keeping it.
The landing was the worst. I threw up twice, and my stomach felt like it was melting, exploding, turning upside-down-all at once.
Park held my hand as we walked to the baggage station, and then someone called my name.
"Riley!", A deep voice cried, "Riley!!".
As Dad approached us, a few people laughed, and a few people grinned. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to lay down. So, as Parker shook Dad's hand and introduced himself, looking nervous, I grabbed the bags and hoisted them over my shoulders, weakly.
Then Parker took them both, and I turned around, frowning. Dad noticed right away and covered his mouth, tightly-to keep from screaming. I frowned, and Park grabbed my hand. I squeezed it. Dad's eyes were still glued to my abdomen.
Finally, He said, "Let's get on the road, shall we?", and we did.
Dad led us far into the parking lot-to a black ford truck. He loaded our suitcases into the backseat, and Park helped me climb in right beside the. He then sat next to me.
"So", Dad said on our way to his house, "How long have you two been...together?".
"About 8 months", Parker says, and I nod. We both skip the breakup, not wanting to go into it.
"And now you have a child on the way", He states.
Were quiet.
"Hmm", Dad says.
Park and I take hands, nervously. Were both uncomfortable, I can tell.
"When's it due?".
"February 9th", I say.
"You're 3 months along, already?", Dad says, matter-of-factly.
"Mm-hmm", I say.
And I know this is going to be a regret.
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My baby: A Teen Pregnancy Story
Teen FictionShe was afraid to tell anybody. It was her problem, right? So why give that to someone else? She deserved it by far. She was the one who had made it happen, whether or not she liked it, that was the way it was. How she was going to get through this...
