A/N: This is a new story, it's going to be filled with drama, so if you like that, please read!
Let me explain all the characters who will all have different things going on in their lives:
Brooke: She's pretty much the whore, and she sleeps with Austin. They don't have a relationship, but they're bed buddies, so as you see Austin get closer to his son, drama will happen between them and Ally.
Dallas: Ally's on and off romance. He's somewhat shy and has never been in a relationship before Ally, but he thinks she's the one for him. He likes to think of Marshall as his son which pisses off Austin.
Kira: She's a good girl, always listens to her parents and never really gets in trouble, but you will see things blow up in her face because of her boyfriend.
Trent: He's a good boy, but gets himself caught up in things with Brooke, which then causes Kira to get caught up in trouble. He's dating Kira.
Ally: She's always been a shy girl, but over the summer she slept with Austin, and ended up pregnant. She's now a mother to a little boy.
Austin: He's never been a good guy, he's always getting into trouble, and he sleeps with a bunch of girls. Although him and Ally weren't close at all when she found at she was pregnant, they're close now because of their baby.
Now, on to the story!
"Ally, are you doing alright?" my mother asked, sliding a hand on my cheek.
I fake-smiled. "Not really. All I am is pregnant and pissed as hell."
She sat down on the couch next to me and put a hand on my bump. "Hey, soon you'll have your little baby boy, and everything will be okay. I know it's just you and I in this, but I think we'll be just fine."
"Mom, I know this is my fault, but I'm not ready for this. Holding a baby in my arms is gonna freak me out, because I'm only 16, and I never thought this would happen. I'm not ready to be called Mommy." I started to cry and my Mom hugged me.
"Ally, I know it's gonna be hard for you, but I know that you're going to be able to do it. You're a big girl now, I know you can do it, okay?"
"Thanks, Mom."
I actually smiled this time, but frowned as I thought of... him. Jerk, bastard, jackass, I fucking hated the guy, okay? I never really had a thing with him, he's a junior, I'm a sophomore, we're not really supposed to get along, but what we did have together last summer left me carrying a baby inside me. We never got along, but I guess we were fighting and he started to get hot all of a sudden and I slept with the dick. It's scary how your first time having sex, you can end up with such a big responsibility. Nobody thought it would be who'd come back to school pregnant.
There was a knock at the door, so I went to open it. It was Austin. I rolled my eyes. "Hello. Come in."
He followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He kept eyeing my stomach. "I know, I'm fat. Stop staring," I yelled.
"I wasn't staring at you because of that, it's just that you're pregnant with my baby. My baby's right there. He's so close." Austin stated.
"Okay, what are you here for?" I crossed my arms.
"I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything, during or after the pregnancy, I'm here," he said. Was he really taking responsibility for this? All he usually did was have sex.
"Thanks, Austin. That's really sweet of you, but I don't think I'll need much help from you. He'll stay here, and when you want to see him, call me, and you can come over."
"Okay. Well, thanks for letting me come."
I followed him to the door, and let him out.
Walking back over to the couch, I rubbed my belly. It still shocked me that I was carrying my own son. I smiled and plopped down next to my mom.
"Shit," I cussed. There was something wet running down my leg, "Mom... Mom, I think my water just broke."
She looked over at me and smiled wide. "Yay! This is so exciting!" she yelled, causing me to roll my eyes and scream at her.
"Help me Mom! I've never done this before!" She helped me to the car and we drove to the nearest hospital. Yay, time to have my baby! Note the sarcasm.
I held him in my arms. He was dressed, now, and wrapped up in a blue blanket. A binky was placed in his mouth, and he looked adorable. Dang, I could get used to being a mother.
"Marshall, baby," I whispered to him. I always knew babies were vulnerable, but holding my own baby in my arms, I realized how much he needs me. He doesn't understand anything. Basically, he can breath and eat and move, and that's about it. Maybe speak a little, but no english. Not yet, at least.
My mother sat at the end of my bed, and rubbed my legs. I looked up at her and flashed her a smile.
The door flew open, causing both of us to move our eyes up to see who it was. There he was. Oh look, Marshall, there's your father, probably just got done having sex with some other random girl.
"Hi." He waved at me. "I wanted to come, uh, see him. And I wanted to sign paternity papers, too."
I nodded. "Look, there's your daddy, Marshall." I looked up towards him and rolled my eyes. "Such a great role model for you."
Austin took the small baby in his arms and smiled widely as he held him. "He's so... tiny," he murmured. Marshall's little hand reached forward to Austin, and grabbed his pinky. I hate to admit it, but it was pretty adorable.
"Is this your first kid?" I asked sarcastically. "Are do you have a line of them waiting for attention from their daddy?" I glared at him.
At this time, my mom silently slid out of the room to give us some space.
"Haha, very funny." He sat down on the bed and held onto Marshall tightly. "It may be hard for you to believe, but this is my only baby. God, do you have to be so critical?"
"I'm sorry," I turned towards the window in the room, "I'm just so pissed off that I had to carry him inside of me for 9 months, and I'm just scared..." I muttered the last part.
"Scared of what? Me? Or him?"
"Both!" I yelled, running my hands through my hair. "I'm scared that you won't- at the most- pay child support, and I'm scared of having to take care of a baby 24/7."
"Ally, I'm gonna pay child support. I care about him, even if you don't think I do. I'm ready to step up and realize that I'm a father now!"
I nodded and he handed Marshall back to me. "That's all I needed to hear."
He smiled and grabbed the papers off of the side table. "Now, I'm gonna sign these." He began to scribble on the papers and when he was done, handed them to a nurse.
"Look, he's got your eyes," Ally whispered, playing with his little hands and feet.
Austin smiled. "Hey, I gotta run, but I'll see you two later, right?"
I scoffed and nodded. "I suppose so." He thinks this will be easy, but not only do we have a baby on our hands, but his parents aren't together and we're only in high school. It's gonna be a hell of a ride.
He walked out, and my mom walked in.
"I was just on the phone with your sister," my mom said. "She's going to fly down and help with Marshall for a while, okay?"
I nodded. I had an older sister, Ashley, who was 23 years old, fresh out of college, so it made sense for her to help while mom's working and I'm at school. I'm just glad she agreed to doing it.
"Oh good. Please tell her thank you for me. She didn't have to do this." I rocked Marshall back and forth.
"Yeah, well she wanted to."Mom sat next to me and picked up Marshall from my arms."You and Austin make perfect little babies."
I rolled my eyes. "Can we not talk about him?"
She laughed and looked down at Marshall. "You can't deny you and him make a beautiful baby."
I smiled and nodded. "You're right. I'm so lucky to have him as my son." I kissed his cheek and his eyes fluttered open, looking contently at me. Yep, I was pretty lucky.
2 months. It's been 2 months since I've given birth to my little boy. He's gotten bigger, but he's still tiny, tiny. I never realized how much work it takes to be a mother, but it's taught me a lot about myself. I'm not very patient, but I am responsible and dependent. I've rarely had to have my mom's or Ashley's help unless I'm out or at school.
School's been good. There are the occasional whispers about my son, but I've got my best friend, Chloe, always by my side. Sometimes, Austin and his friends will walk past me, and his friends will laugh and point at Austin and I. Have they not gotten over the fact that he slept with me? God, boys.
As soon as I got home, I noticed Ashley feeding him on the couch. Quietly, I walked up to my bedroom and grabbed a sharpie. On my hand, I wrote MGM; stood for Marshall Grant Moon.
Ashley walked upstairs into my room. She put Marshall in my arms. "He's been pretty good all day, he just got a little fussy after you left." She left the room, leaving me with my baby.
"Hey," I bounced him up and down. I lay him down on his back, and he kicks me gently. "Gonna kick Mommy, huh?" His little body wiggles around on the bed, his hands and legs moving up and down. By the third month, the doctors told me he's going to have better head, leg and arm coordination.
There was a knock at my bedroom door. I placed pillows around Marshall to keep him stable, and opened the door. It was Austin.
"Oh, hey, come in," I said, allowing him to slip through the door.
He walked over to Marshall and picked him up, bouncing him up and down. "Hey, buddy. How are you?" he cooed, tickling his stomach lightly.
"Ally? Do you think I can take Marshall for the night? My Mom and I moved to a smaller place (his Dad's been in jail since he was 7 years old) and I bought a crib for him. I'd love more than anything to have at least one night with my son," Austin begged.
My heart stopped. Away from my baby for a night? But then again... it's his son too, and they've never slept in the same house together. "Sure. Follow me."
We walked down the hallway to Marshall's nursery. I picked up his diaper bag and slipped it on Austin's shoulder. "There's diapers, bottles, formula, pacifiers and a few changes of clothes. You can keep them at your place if you want."
He nodded. "Thank you so much, Ally. I promise, I'll bring him back tomorrow morning."
"Wait. You can keep him longer than tomorrow morning. Just have him back sometime tomorrow, okay?" As nervous as I was, I felt like Austin deserved to take Marshall for the night. I knew he'd get fussy as soon as they left, because whenever Austin came to visit, Marshall would cry after he left. And know he's leaving his home. I know he can do it, though, he's a strong boy.
A/N: Not too much drama in this chapter, but there will be later!
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