Chapter 4

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Jody's POV
1 week later...
Oh no. How am I going to tell Tyler? How will I tell Brandon? These two pink lines mean that my future is at risk. I can't believe that I'm pregnent. Why? I decide the grown up thing to do is to tell Tyler. So I call him.
"Hi Tyler!" I say in my usual bubbly voice, "Um, I'm kinda maybe... Pregnant." I say gloomily.
"Ha, ha! You're so funny!" He begins. But then, in a completely different tone all together, he says, "Really?"
" Yep. Oh I have to go. Brandon's home, " I say and immediately hang up. I feel sick knowing that I have to tell Brandon about the baby. I'm so worried, because I know that he'll try and make me have an abortion, but I'll refuse. I want to keep this baby. I've always pictured me and Tyler as grown-ups. Married and moved in. With two children. Both girls. Isla and Zara. I love those names. They mean something. When I was younger, my mum had a music box that would play 'Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy' She called the ballerina inside Isla. Isla helped me sleep at night. I have my own music box exactly like that now, and I'd always hoped to play the music to my children to help them sleep. And Zara was the name of my best friend when I was a baby. We would spend every waking hour together. I do hope my baby is a girl so I can have a little Isla or Zara of my own. When we were together, Tyler always said he'd let me call our children whatever I wanted.
"Hey Jodes!" Brandon leans in and kisses me on the cheek. I pull away straight after.
" What's all this about? " he questions.
I sit him down on my big black leather armchair, "We need to talk,"

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