Nikki bit her lip in apprehension and sat with her head in her hands.

"Nikki you okay in there?" Jonesey asked through the bathroom door at his father and step-mothers house.

"Yes Jonesey." Nikki replied bitterly. She looked down and saw those two pink lines that would turn her life upside down. She picked up the pregnancy test, hung her head and walked into the hallway. She couldn't even look at him.

"Nikki talk to me." His voice trembled with worry.

She shoved the test in his face, still not looking at him. "I don't know how this happened. I swear Jonesey I… I'll take care of it… we don't have to…"

"Nikki," he interrupted, "we're having this baby." He turned her face towards him and took her into his arms. "I don't care how or why, I just care that it's mine."

"Jonesey you cant keep a job, let alone a baby. And we'll only be seventeen by the time the baby is born…. It's not logical."

"If you don't want the baby I'll take him, you'll never have to see him again, just please Nikki…." He looked away from her.

"Maybe it's a she." Nikki smiled coyly.

"I don't care as long as you're with me."

"Jonesey." Nikki started. "We're having a baby."