Trust, Hope, Love. (On hold till end of December!)

Chapter 5

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Laying in bed on Friday night, thinking about the baby growing inside me, and whether or not I should keep it or place it for adoption. I was only like 2 and a half months pregnant, but I really needed to figure out what I wanted to do!

I placed my hand on my stomach, and talked to it, "What are we going to do with you?" I sighed and got up to turn off my light and laid down again. Closing my eyes, the last thing I remember was thinking maybe adoption was the best way to go, then I fell asleep, tired.

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The next morning I woke up and looked at the clock. 11:02 am. Uhh.. How am I sleeping this late? I think I went to bed at like 10:30. This pregnancy sure is making me tired.

Later that night, My phone buzzed telling me I had a had a text message, so I unlocked my iPhone and read it.

'Hey baby, I was thinkin we culd go out 4 dinner 2nite. I'll pick u up @ 7? Just tell me where u wanna go. It's ur choice (: xoxo Jon'

With a wide grin on my face, I wondered, hmm, where should we go tonight?

'Hey, yea that's fine (: maybe Applebee's? Idc watever u want is fine with me! xoxo Auddii'

Not even one minute after I sent the text he texted back.

'K see u then babe (: xoxo Jon'

After that I looked at my clock to see it read 5:58 pm and got up off my bed and to my closet to pick something to wear. Looking around, I spotted the perfect thing! A navy blue sundress that went just above my knees with purple, yellow, and light blue flowers scattered on it. Then I took out my white cover up and clean panties, and walked to my bathroom to take a shower.

When I was fully undressed and about to step into the shower, I looked in the mirror, and my eyes zoned in on my flat stomach.

It amazes me, how there is a little person growing inside me. That in just eight short months, I'll be giving birth and bringing something that me and Jon made to the world. My brain says that I should put it up for adoption, that I can't provide for a baby. And my heart says that I should keep him or her. That its not something you just give away when you can't do it.

Giving myself a head ache, I just looked away and stepped into the shower, the warm drops cascading down my tight muscles. I washed my hair and body and just stood there for a little while thinking about everything.

Remembering I have a date to go on in an hour, I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying off. When I was dry and lotioned up, I slipped in to my pretty dress and walked out, into my bed room.

I blow dried my long wavy hair, and straightened it, leaving it stand natural after that. Then I did my make up with cover up, foundation, some light eye liner, and mascara. Giving myself the once over in the mirror, I grabbed some white flip flops from my closet and lifted my gaze up to the clock, 6:48.

Having a little time to spare, I just went down stairs, being absolutely carful, so I don't have any falls again, and went to go find my mom to tell her I'm leaving with Jon.

When I found her in the kitchen baking brownies, I remembered that I would have to tell her sooner or later that I was pregnant. How would she take it? Would she kick me out? Hate me? Think I'm a failure? Deciding later was the best way to go, I said, "Mom, I'm going to Applebee's with Jon tonight, is that alright?"