He held onto her tighter when he heard her sobs grow louder, his hands rubbing down the sixteen year old's shaking back. Nothing Aaron could say would make his girlfriend feel any better, and staying quiet certainly wasn't helping. What was he supposed to do?
Emily sniffled loudly before backing out of her boyfriend's hug, shaking her head as she tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "They just find every way to make me feel like shit," she huffed, looking down to her hands as she toyed with the tissue she had been holding. "Why do they do that to me?"
The older boy shook his head and pulled his girlfriend back to him. "They're not good people, Emily."
"But they're my parents," she cried. "They should love me and help me, but they won't."
Aaron tried his best not to let himself cry with the beautiful teenager in his arms, wanting to stay strong for the girl he had been with for three years.
"What do we do?" Emily all but whimpered, gazing up at the boy she had fallen in love with. "I want them to be a part of this and they don't even want to speak to me."
"We don't need them to be a part of this, ok? If they don't want to accept this then they won't, and we can do this on our own."
Emily sighed, using her crumpled tissue to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. "They've never been my parents, I don't understand why I thought this would be any different." She shook her head. "I mean, I didn't think they'd be one hundred percent supportive, but I'm their daughter."
Aaron ran his fingers through her dark hair, nodding his understanding.
"I'm gonna be a mommy," she whispered, her voice breaking as she looked down to her now three month pregnant stomach. "I need their help with this."
"Emily?"
The sixteen year old looked up at the friendly voice, letting her boyfriend's mother help her out of the car. "Thank you," she nodded politely.
Annie Hotchner smiled sadly to the ambassador's daughter and took her into a hug, letting the sixteen year old girl crumple into her chest. "You're not going to be alone, darling," she whispered maternally, running her hands down her back. "You're going to stay here and we're behind you every step of the way." Puling away, she smiled to the crying girl. "You couldn't escape us if you tried."
Emily's lips quivered at the words coming from the older woman. "Thank you."
The other teenager stepped up behind his girlfriend and set a hand to the small of her back, hearing his dad start to get Emily's things out of the car. "I love you."
Letting him press a kiss to her hair, Emily let her hand lay against her small stomach. "I love you too," she tried to smile.
They could do it on their own.