Dear Trent,
I still love you. But I need to tell you something, something very important. For the past seven months, I have been carrying your baby. I don't want your help, I don't want money, or anythig like that! I don't even want you to be around! I just want you to know. I'm having a girl, she'll be born in exactly seven weeks, on June 16th. According to the doctor, she's perfectly healthy, perfect weight and evrything! So don't worry, my family is gonna support me, and my mom is gonna watch her while I'm at school and at work. We're gonna be fine. So please, respect my wishes, and stay away! Don't even reply to this email.
Love,
Gwen
I pressed send on the email. I looked down at my stomach, which was holding my unborn baby girl. Well, me & Trent's. I know he won't respect my wishes, & try to be there. But I don't want to ruin his life! My parents had my older brother when my mom was 15, & his dad was 17! We have different dads. My mom wasn't dating John's dad, & while she was pregnant with John, she was dating my dad. The day she graduated highschool, she found out she was pregnant with me. Seven & a half months later, I was born. My mom says I'm EXACTLY like her younger sister, Ashley. She was all moody & depressed, & goth...ish. I smiled, as I felt my baby kick. I got up from my computer, & walked downstairs, to get some orange juice. "Hey Gwen." My dad said. "Hey Daddy." I said, smiling. I opened the cabnet, & grabbed a cup. I went over to the fridge, & poured some orange juice. I sat down at the table across from him. "Your mother, is at work, David is at the mall with some friends, & John is coming from school." Dad sighed. "He is? Why?" I asked. He looked at me, then looked down at my baby. "Oh, yeah. Forgot." I said, drinking my juice. "When?" I asked. "Well, we live in California, he lives in Utah, he couldn't afford a plane ticket, & he left two days ago. So, I'm guessing tomorrow or the next day." Dad said, drinking coffee. "Does the father know?" He asked. "I just, sent him an email. Like, right now actually!" I said, chuckling. "He reply?" Dad asked. "I don't know!" I said, laughing. "I don't want him, to be around the baby." I sighed. "What!? Why?" Dad asked, suprised. "I just can't..." I sighed. I felt my baby kick again. "So, you pick out a name yet?" Dad asked. I sighed. "No, not yet." I said. "Well, John was a few hours old when he got his name, & your aunt Ashley picked it." Dad explained. "Dad. Thanks. For being there." I said.