Chapter 2

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Ginger's pov*

It has been a few months sense the party and I have found out that I was a little to drunk at the party.

"Hi mom, umm I don't know how to say this... but your going to be a grandmother...." I had no idea on how to say that. She is going to kill me now.

"Oh... I'm so happy for you. But who is the father?" She asked over the phone. How am I supposed to tell her that it's a boy named Taylor and I have not ever met him?

"His name is Taylor. We have never met each other before, we both where just a little drunk."

"Oh, well you need to find him and tell him that he is the father and needs to help you out." This is going better then I thought.

"Ok mom, I am going to go now. Love you." I said hanging up.

I had no idea how I was going to find him, but I had to.

>>>>a few weeks later<<<<<

"What sir! Sir please stop I am a pregnant woman and can't run!" I yelled at a man who just kept walkin away from me. He finally stopped and I caught up with him.

"Is your name Taylor?" I asked between my breaths.

"Yes?" He answered more like a question.

"Hi, my name is Ginger Simpson, we both went to a party a few months ago and got a little drunk and didn't realize what we where doing. Do you remember that?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I do."

"Good, well this baby is yours. You need to help me with it." I say him looking at my stomach. Again why is everything going better then I thought it would!?

"Ok, I have to go to work. But, what is your address I will stop by and talk more?" He asked. I gave him my address and he wrote it down. Then we left.

I went to the store and bought some sloppy jo and cottage cheese and buns.

When I got home I made the sloppy jo and put it on a bun. Thwn I got my cottage cheese and put it ON my sloppy jo. Then I ate it. 'That's not half bad!' I thought to myself.

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