1 I slowly uncovered my eyes, awaiting this "surprise" Zac had for me. I opened them, and saw a beautiful sunset on a beach with a picnic set up. I jumped out of the car and started for the water. Zac was right behind me, making me giggle as he gently grabbed my waist, stopping me in my tracks. I looked into his eyes, and we fell into a deep kiss. He lay me down on the sand, and I felt my shirt slide off. He caressed my back, making my bra slide of. We slowly undressed each other until we were completely nude. And then it happened. Slowly, in and out. It felt so good, but so wrong. We did just that on the beach, until about 9:00 (we had gotten there at 6:30) and then we rode home. Zac and I now live together, and we have a small apartment close to the community college we attend.

Zac's strong arms were still protecting me when I woke up on Saturday morning. I showered, and when I got out I smelled pancakes. Zac was in the kitchen flipping and whistling while the news was on. Then the phone rang. "I got it!" I said with my eyes still fixated on the TV.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Hi, sweetie this is mom." my mother sounded like she was crying.

"What's wrong?" I was already tearing up, it takes a lot to make my mom cry.

"Sweetie, your grandmother died this morning."

"NO!" I screamed.

"I'm sorry sweetie!" she said.

"Mom, mom please don't joke this isn't funny!"

"I would joke about this sweetheart!"

"No, no, no! She can't be dead!"

"Hear attacks kill, baby! Why don't you come home?"

"Ok, love you."

"Love you." said my mom as I hung up the phone.

Zac put his arm around my waist. All of a sudden, I pulled away. A terrible thought just popped into my head. I drove to the nearest Walgreens to by a test I probably did not want to pass. I stepped in the door and went into the bathroom as I unwrapped the "you know what" test. I looked at the results holding my breath. And there it was, in black and white, a smiley face. I screamed and pulled up my pants, I knew Zac would come running. I just cried into his shoulder, I cried for about 10 minutes before telling him why I was crying. "Vanessa, just tell me WHAT IS WRONG?" my stomach was shaking. "You're a dad." I said to my feet. "What was that?" he said. "You're a dad, and I'm a mom." I said. And then I just ran, I ran and ran and ran...to the car. Then I drove to the beach where we...you know and I kicked the sand. And then, I just went to my mom's house, and cried some more. This was terrible! I couldn't believe what was happening. Should I tell my mom? My dad? My sister, what would SHE think of me!?