Noah rushed upstairs when he heard me crying.
Noah:. Babe what's wrong.
I was shaking and crying but Noah just held my hands
Noah: Baby what's wrong. You know you can tell me anything.
I stopped crying and sucked up the courage.
Y/n: Noah.Babe I'm pregnant... We didn't use protection on our anniversary.
Noah's face turned pale white
Noah:Y/n, I'm not ready for a baby you're only 16 and I have my career to think about... You need to get rid of it.
I felt like a truck just hit me.
Y/n: It? Noah this is our child.our child!
Noah: Get rid of it Y/n! Or else were done.
The tears where streaming down my face. And everything felt like things were going wrong. But one thing was for sure ..I'm not getting rid of my baby.
Y/n: Then I guess we're done.
I stood up to leave but Noah grabbed my hand.
Noah: Babe please think about this...about us..
I ripped my hand away...
Y/n: There is no us anymore Noah
I hissed through my teeth
Y/n: So don't ever talk to me and stay away from my baby .....I thought you would be happy. I hate you.
I turned back to see Noah one last time. He looked so broken.....but I want to be with someone who actually wants my baby
