Pregnant at Sixteen

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October 12th, 2020...

A half hour later we arrive at the Marshall Manner and my nerves are more on edge than ever and that doesn't happen often. I don't give a fuck that Heather and her family will be here nor the fact that this is the first time in years the McCanns and the Marshalls will be together.

Nope, I'm on edge because tonight I'm going to show Kylie how I really feel.

I'm not the type for relationships or sticking to one girl and I'm addicted to criminal life, I enjoy what I do and that leaves little room for me to settle down plus, Kylie is only sixteen and I'm sure she isn't ready either but there's something about her that makes me cringe when I think about her finding someone else.

We've always been close and we've always been friends and I'm no where near the type her parents want her to be with but she's got me hooked. When I'm with her, nothing else seems to matter. I don't care if I miss missions or drop the ball on a delivery, all I care about is Kylie and if she's happy. Maybe that's why I chose other girls in her school, knowing they'd go back and brag about what we've done and how I treated them might make Kylie jealous and make her show me what she's made of.

I guess I just used Heather to make Kylie jealous of her, of us so she'd be the first to show her feelings if there were any but I don't wanna play that game anymore. I've wasted the last few years tryna get Kylie to admit her feelings instead of showing her how I feel but that all ends tonight.

Dad rings the doorbell alerting the family we've arrived, the doorman answers letting us in and taking our coats before leading us to the sitting room to wait for the other families.

"Damn this house is nice" Connor comments

"Connor please, language." Mom scolds

"Sorry Aunt Mel" He murmurs

Uncle Corbin scoffs with a bitter chuckle at my mother's comment