I hugged my knees to my chest as tears slowly fell down my face. I bit my lip as fresh tears fell down. No one was home that day we got carried away. I stared at the 3 positive tests on the sink. But that wasn't our first time doing it. I wiped my tears off my face and heard my parents laughing down the hall. They will kill me once they find out. I looked at my cheerleading pictures on the walls I will get kicked off then I will have nothing. Poor Soda they're just barely surviving on their own they can't raise a baby. It's been over 2 months since we last had sex. Oh God! Am I showing? I lifted up my uniform top and saw a small bump I put my hand to it. I'm fucked really fucked. I should have noticed it before the weight gain, constant hunger, morning sickness, it's all too much. I need to tell him. I shakily picked up my phone.
"Hey babe."
"Can I come over?"
"Of course."
I hung up the phone and drove to his place. My uniform felt tight on my stomach. I got out of the car and fixed my hair and makeup. He answered the door his brown hair messy.
"Hey."
He leaned in for a kiss but I tensed. He took my hand and led me to the living room.
"You said you wanted to talk?"
"Yeah. We might have a problem..."
"And what could that be?"
His famous grin was on is face making him irresistible.
"Im pregnant."
"Are you serious?"
I nodded.
"I'm really scared."
"How far along are you?"
"Maybe over 2 months..."
His face paled and I started crying again.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay we will get through this together."
I tried to crack a smile but I broke out in tears all over again.
You're strong you can get through this :)
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