The Bad Boy's Little Pumpkin

Back to School...or Not

My super hot boyfriend escorted me through the halls while everyone stared. The shirt I was wearing was pretty tight, so my baby bump was clearly showing. I kinda wanted to wear a hoodie, but Damien refused to let me.

"Even when you're pregnant, my Little Pumpkin is hot AF," Damien said, putting his arm around me.

He was staring daggers at anyone who dared to look my way. He always looked out for me. I was untouchable. Except for when I was being touched by him, of course (winky face).

"Hey, what if we ditched? Like, I put my stuff in my locker and we ditched right now? Just went for a nice fall ride?" Damien asked.

"I'm down. Let's do it."

I dropped off my books in my locker after he dropped off his books in his. We walked downstairs and flipped off the hall monitor who asked us for hall passes on the way out. They never did anything. What were they really going to do to the star quarterback? Give him detention so he'd miss practice? Never.

We held hands and basically skipped over to his convertible. We hopped in and started our drive to the adirondacks. You know, the mountain range named after those chairs people like to lounge in. Or vice-versa. I couldn't remember.

As the car sped down the highway, I sipped on my massive pumpkin spice latte. It was decaf, of course. This whole thing was killing me. I needed caffeine but I also needed my baby to be healthy at the same time.

"Damn, I wish it looked like this all year," I said.

"Yeah, but then it would take away the beauty of it. It wouldn't be special," Damien said.

I swear, he played with my heart every single day. Being pregnant as sixteen was weird and nothing made sense, but the moment in that car, skipping school and driving on a highway surrounded by all the different colors of leaves with my PSL...that made sense.

After about an hour drive we made it to the lake. We liked to park in one of the lakeside communities. Their beach had cabanas you could sit in. We pulled right into our free, reserved spot that nobody else ever took.

The driveway of the house abandoned before we started coming here as freshmen popped and crackled under the tires of the convertible. The graffiti on the garage was still there. It read: Damien and Lil Pumpkin's Reserved Spot on it.

The house was so blocked by overgrown trees that no one could even see it from the street. We made the whole thing our canvas over the years. It was covered in spray-painted love notes to each other.

Damien carried our blankets as we walked down the driveway and past the faded real estate sign. We stuck our heads in the air and proudly walked past the big Residents ONLY sign on the beach, then found a cabana.

It was chilly in the mountains, so we snuggled up under our blankets.

"Hey, let's do this every week," I said. "What does it matter? I won't be in that school much longer anyways since I'm gonna do online classes."

"As long as I'm back in time for practice," he said, kissing me hard on the lips.

I held his massive chest as we looked out at all the scenery. My backyard sucked compared to this view. There were mountains all around, and the leaves on the trees were falling into the lake, so there wasn't just the blue-green water, but speckles of red, orange, and yellow in it too.

"Hey, you should buy us that house when you make it big. Then we can live here all the time," I said.

"Yeah, but that takes all the fun out of it, babe," he said. "Plus, have you seen that place? Looks like it's haunted."

I rolled my eyes. "You're pretty chicken for someone who claims to be a bad boy."

"Oh really?" he asked, running his hand up my leg and giving me what I called his sexy eyes.

We both peeked out of the cabana to make sure no one was around. We were good. I pulled Damien's shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and abs. We pulled ourselves together as we kissed, undressing until we were only covered by the blanket. It never mattered if we were in public. My pregnancy hormones were going crazy, and it was time to get busy.