The bad boy and the baby

Chapter One

She's gone. My girlfriend is gone. She took her stuff and left me with my 3 month old son, Malcom. I'm only 16 and left alone to raise my child. She said she couldn't do this anymore and she had a life ahead of her. Malcom was the least of my worries I took care of him 90% of the time. Took him to football, school, everywhere. The only major change was not going to parties which is fine by me. I never cared for parties but now I have an excuse not to go. My mom was devastated when I told her I got my girlfriend pregnant at the age of 15 and my dad didn't speak to me for a while but eventually they got the idea that there was nothing they could do about it. I looked at my son and he started smiling showing his deep dimples, which he inherited from his mother, Serenity. It just hit me hard looking at my son and thinking about her it felt like I had been shot in the chest. I loved her deeply but she just up and left. I sat there talking to my son about how we were gonna get through it. Now I have to figure out how to tell my mom and dad.

A/N: This chapter was short but I promise the others will be longer☺️ should I keep writing?