Prologue
Shana and Nathaniel sat on Nathaniel's bed and talked. They talked about everything from the weather to how many children they each wanted. Shana looked deep into Nathaniel's eyes.
"I hope you'll be a better father than my father was," she said.
"I'm sure I will be." Nathaniel said, leaning down and kissing Shana passionately. The two cuddled down into his bed, not breaking their kiss. They continued this for a while, then Nathaniel broke the kiss to turn out his light.
"Ohhhh," moaned Shana a few minutes later. "Don't stop," she gasped, out of breath.
The next morning, Shana, nineteen years old with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a height of 5'5" woke up in pain. Shana, along with her two little sisters Ariella and Gabriella, had been raised by her mother Sarah after her abusive drug-addict of a father left them right after Gabby had been born eight years earlier. She rolled over to look at her boyfriend, Nathaniel, who was still sleeping. Nathaniel had green eyes, red hair, and a height of 6'. He was the sweetest boy Shana had ever met, and they had been together for three years now, since they were both sixteen. Last night was the first night they had had sex, though they had been talking about it for a while. Nathaniel had been raised by both his parents. His father was a scientist, and his mom stayed home. Shana's own mother was a doctor. Shana lay there, taking in all his beauty.
Thirty minutes later, the redhead began to stir. Shana smiled at him. "It's about time," she teased. "I'm hungry, and I can't exactly get up at the moment thanks to you."
Nathaniel blushed. "I'll go get you something to eat. Want waffles?" The girl smiled and nodded, and he went to the kitchen. Five minutes later, he came back with two huge plates of waffles.