Eli's POV

My week had been going by me very fast, and I only had four months to prepare before I was a father. I had gotten a wonderful job as an editor at a downtown newspaper. They were trying to expand their audience by getting a teen perspective, and Ms. Dawes recommended me whenever she heard about me and Clare. They paid me lots of money for each article I did, and I had 2,000 in just my first week! Clare was waiting tables at the Dot, even though I didn't like her working. But we still were going to have baby to take care of soon. Clare and I had a doctor's appointment for tomorrow, and we were going to see the baby's sex. I was very excited; after all, I was going to see my baby for the first time. Me and Clare had already moved into the apartment, thanks to Clare's parents. They had moved everything we needed over to our apartment, which was only two blocks away from my old house.

I was sitting on one of our chairs in my office next to the nursery whenever Clare came in. She had been looking through baby cribs on her computer, the one thing we hadn't prepared for. She was holding her laptop in her hands and sat next to me as I furiously typed my article. I was doing six articles a night, and every one of them got me about $150. I was also looking for another job as a journalist at another Toronto newspaper, and I had a job interview tomorrow, before the appointment. "What's up, beautiful?" I asked, turning my head. "I like this one." She said, pointing to the crib on the screen. It was nice, modest really. It was painted with yellow and green stripes and had an attachable toy twirler on it. The twirler would be positioned on the headboard and the tiny stuffed animals would float above the baby. "It's great." I said, looking at the price. Nine hundred dollars for a crib? That was almost half my paycheck for the week! I calmed myself down, assuring myself that I would get it back. It was one of the cheaper ones we had seen lately, actually. It said that the crib was at Kohl's, so I stood up. "Alright baby, let's go get a crib!" I said, faking enthusiasm. Clare laughed and smiled up at me. "Eli, this means a lot to me, what you're doing. I love you, and I'm so excited about us and the baby! We're going to have our own family now!"

I smiled. We were going to have our own family! Clare looked so happy, my heart swelled with love. She was wonderful. I knew that she loved this baby, and that she loved me. And I couldn't not love this baby. Clare and I graduated from high school in three weeks, and I planned for Clare and I to go to college. Cece and Bullfrog would take the baby for some days, while Helen and Randal took her for the others. Helen and Randal were divorced, but still on good terms. They lived separately, so we had plenty of babysitting options. Not to mention Adam, Fiona, Alli, and Darcy. I smiled, kissing her porcelain forehead and smoothing her cinnamon curls back as we walked out to Morty. I had already gotten most of the baby necessities from Helen and Randal. Clothes, car seats, carriers, etc. But we still had lots of other things we needed to buy. Like cribs, diapers, wipes, blankets, bottles, pacifiers, and all that jazz. Clare's baby shower was next week and I hoped we would get all of it then. We drove out to Kohl's and immediately headed for the baby section. Clare gasped at all of the little outfits to choose from, dresses and overalls. The only clothes we had gotten from Clare's parents had been one-pieces, since no one knew what the baby was going to be.

We saw the crib in a second and Clare skipped over. She was so thrilled about this baby, and I couldn't help being excited to. After all, it's not every day you're going to be a father. I helped Clare get a box for the crib, and turned around whenever I heard a loud baby's wail. My hands balled into fist as I saw Jenna looking through baby clothes, a very uncomfortable KC holding a screaming and squirming Lucas. Like KC could ever be a father. I wanted to go up and punch him in the face for practically raping Clare and then abandoning her. KC's eyes popped out of his skull whenever he saw me and hid behind Jenna. What a coward. "KC." I said coldly. I heard Clare gasp behind me and instantly moved in front of her, protecting her from the bastard in front of me. "E-Eli, what are you doing here?" he said. "And what are you doing with her?" he said, the disgust practically dripping from his voice whenever he mentioned Clare.

I answered confidentially, "I'm here with Clare looking for a crib for our future child. You just need to sign off all parental rights to me and Clare so that way I can raise this baby and do what you should have. You're a coward, KC. You took advantage of Clare and now you can't even stand up and face the consequences. You have no right to be a father to this child." KC looked stunned at first, but Jenna looked scared. She was all alone to raise her child unless KC stayed, and she would do anything to keep him. I felt bad for her. Then KC shrugged. "Yeah, I did get her knocked up. When can I sign the papers?" he said, practically grinning. It took all my self-control not to punch him and I felt Clare's hand on my shoulder, a small reminder to keep my cool. "We'll work something out." I muttered.

"So, Clare and I can raise the baby, and you won't have to be in its life?" I asked, disbelieving. This was almost too easy.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. I have no idea why you're with Clare, though. But you know what they say; one man's trash is another man's treasure." KC said, a stupid grin on his face.

My fist flew towards KC, and then I pulled back quickly to avoid hitting Lucas. I fell into a nearby display, pulling down a ton of baby toys. Pain smashed into my hand and I groaned. Perfect. "Eli!" Clare squealed as store employees tried to dig me out from under the mountain of toys. I tried to move my wrist and pain blinded me. I cussed under my breath as KC and Jenna scattered. We quickly paid for the crib and Clare drove me to the hospital. When we got there, the X-rays said my wrist was broken and I would be in a cast for three weeks. They gave me some painkillers and sent me home. On the drive back, Clare started apologizing. "I'm so sorry, Eli. I should have stopped you. You were so brave with KC, and now you're hurt!" Clare said, starting to cry. I was used to this by now, pregnancy hormones were really bad. I rubbed her shoulders with my good hand and kissed her cheek.

"It's okay, baby. It was worth it. Just get some rest and relaxation. I don't want you or the baby straining yourself." I soothed Clare, brushing her cinnamon curls back. Whenever she had calmed down, I leaned back and looked out of Morty's window. I squeezed my eyes shut. My pregnant girlfriend was due in just a few weeks, I had to do my job with one hand, I had a job interview and a doctor's appointment tomorrow and my broken hand was killing me. So how could all of this could I still feel like the luckiest man in the world? I looked at Clare in the driver's seat and found my answer.

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