She was on a questionable mission.
He was somehow collateral damage.
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He told aunt Carol and uncle Tom about the situation. They were both shocked to say the least.
Noah was the last person people had expected this to happen to. Despite his careless approach to life in general, he was timid when he came to sexual related topics. I swear my family would have easily expected me to have an unexpected pregnancy more than they would with him.
While I had my first kiss when I was in third grade, he had his when he was fifteen.
While I first made out with a boy when I was thirteen, he first did so when he was sixteen.
While I had experienced those two aforementioned little endeavors with four different guys, he shared them with Emily only.
And now he was about to be a father.
When aunt Carol heard the news she broke down into tears, whereas uncle Tom looked hopeless as if he had no clue what to do.
The parents further fell into despair when Noah asked them to get him a flight ticket to South Africa so he could be there when his daughter would be born.
All of this seemed unreal to me.
It could happen to anybody.
It could happen to anybody but Noah.
But how could it happen to Noah?
I started thinking about Emily. In a lot of ways, we were alike. We were both daring and outgoing, but in more ways than one, she was more careful and compassionate.
We always joked about how sex was a special thing, and how it should be done with that one person.
Was Noah that one for her?
She used to tell me that she was the earth and Noah was her moon. She always said that she liked how he orbited around her and how she had to use her gravity to keep him in line. I never understood that.
Was it love?
Was she scared?
Mill was always brave. We always used to laugh about how she was not scared of anything. Even after the night of that party, she was brave for me.
But how could she go through this alone?
Her parents were your typical strict African parents, whereas Noah's mother was American and his father was mixed.
Would she be okay?
I was scared for her and I feel guilty for not feeling brave even though she always was for me. Even though she was a thousand miles away from me.
There was nothing I could do except console Noah as he broke down for the both of them.
It's funny how Noah saw this is the end of his life even though he had just created one.
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Thank you for reading!
I know this was a short chapter but cut me some slack.
Teenage pregnancy is a rough situation. Quite a number of my relatives had children in their adolescence and it always took a toll on the family.
It was easier with the guys, since they didn't have to keep the child, but the girls always had to drop out of school to take care of the baby. Always, the boys future would be intact but the girls? The course of her life would be severely altered.
She would be shunned and forced to live as a disgrace. Forgiveness never came easy.
Especially with traditional parents.
Especially in Africa.
The guy doesn't need to take care of the child.
It's the responsibility of the girl.
If the guy doesn't help, that's the girl's and nobody else's problem. And also her family's.
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