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By The Wrong Guy
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    Time 1h 19m
Ongoing, First published Feb 26, 2013
I never meant for anything like this to happen. After all I'm only 17. How could something fun and mischievous have me wishing it never happened only weeks later.  Every young girls mother had told her that this could happen, but I didn't believe it could happen to me. Now I'm pregnant by a 21 year old man who could care less about me or OUR baby. And in the mix off all this I'm losing the man I love and hurting everyone around me.
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I wanted a baby. I really, wanted to have a baby... It wasn't an option of wanted one right now, given my super-hot boyfriend already knocked me up... I was going to have a baby. I just had to tell him... Need to tell him. Enter the problem. My stepdaughter. I loved her. She hated me. Absolutely normal. She was daddy's little angel and could do no wrong in his eyes. She didn't want a sibling... Like she had a say in it. Back to my super-hot builder boyfriend, more correctly, my super fine baby daddy. I had to drop the B-BOMB. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ugh, maybe... We weren't not trying to get pregnant, but we weren't trying either. We were just having a lot of sex. Great. Mind-blowing sex! Legs shaking... kind of sex! I thought he'd be happy about it.. I thought she'd get over it.. I thought maybe after nearly eight years together, he'd put a damn ring on it. You see my point? Tantrums. Fighting. Tears. One hell of a night later, and no one seem to have seen my point.