16 and Pregnant

Worth the Pain

2 weeks later

I can't believe that Amy tried to kill Brandon. I mean she tried to fucking KILL him! Who does that? When I last saw her, she wanted nothing to do with me; now she's trying to kill my boyfriend for taking me from her. I loved Amy and we were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together and she fucked it up. Does she honestly think that killing Brandon will make me run back to her? Of course it won't! Anyway, Amy was arrested last week which makes me really upset. I don't want to see her jail. I never wanted that, but they had clear evidence that all pointed at her.

Brandon has gotten much better. He's getting his stitches taken out in a few days and he's breathing better since he's been healing. We've both disscused the pregnancy as well and we're both getting used to the idea that we are going to have a baby. Brandon really didn't want this, but he said that he'd do anything to take care of me and the baby. I've decided that I'm not gonna finish my last year of highschool. High School is shit and I'm pregnant. I don't think I'm going to college with Brandon anymore. I'm gonna wait a few years and get any GED because I now have a baby to take care of. Brandon is still going to college next year. I'll get a lousy part-time job and Brandon will be making good money when he graduates. He's brilliant and extremely intelligent. He'll do very well. Me, not so well.
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I'm only 4 weeks pregnant, yet I wake up sick every morning.
"Are you okay?" Brandon called from the bedroom. He got up and walked into the bathroom.
"Again?" He asked, sounding exasperated. He got down onto his knees and rubbed my back.
"It'll be okay. The doctor said the sickness shouldn't last too long." Brandon said as I heaved into the toilet bowl. This was the second time this morning. Brandon sat by my side as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Joey." He said and pulled my hair behind my ears.
"Why are you sorry?" I asked. Brandon ran his fingers through my hair and didn't speak for a few seconds. He looked down at me.
"I did this to you." He said. "It's my fault."
I reached up and ran my hand down his prickly face.
"I want this. I want this with you, Brandon. It's okay." I whispered to him.
When I said that, I realized that I loved him. I love him so much. I want to be with him and I want this baby with him. I feel so close to him now. I can't believe the new boy on the street who was asking me to sleep with him is the same guy who is the father of my unborn baby, who is the love of my life. I'm in love with him. All that we've been through. I got kicked out of my house, I broke up with Amy, Brandon nearly lost his life, I'm pregnant with morning sickness. It's made us so strong. It was all worth the pain. Being with him was worth the pain. I love Brandon Dykes and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.