3 Months Later:
Miranda had been to the doctor.
He told her she was expecting.
She didn't know how to tell her boyfriend, but she couldn't keep it from him any longer.
Miranda's POV:
I have to tell him.
I just have to.
He's standing over there!
Just do it Miranda.
Don't be a baby.
And now I have to remember that thing inside me.
Why me?
I got my courage up, and walked over to him.
"Can I talk to you?"
He nodded and took my hand, pulling me over to the family restroom so we had privacy.
I looked into his eyes, and shyly said, "I'm pregnant..."
He smiled and kissed me.
"That's great!"
I was shocked.
"Really…?"
He nodded, "This is amazing!"
He seemed happy.
Did he not remember HOW I got pregnant?
He just kept smiling and you could definitely see my pregnancy…
I wonder how people DIDN'T know….
"Mi?" he shook me, "You ok?"
I nodded, still trapped in my thoughts.
He picked me up, bridal style, and kissed me softly.
I just stood there, still deep in thought.
He pulled away and carried me to his apartment.
He sat me on the couch, I brushed my ripped army jeans, and straightened my 'Major Attitude' tee.
I tried to decipher my thoughts.
Why is he so happy?
Answer: I don't know.
Does he remember how?
Answer: Probably not.
And now he's back.
And he's got something.
Oh damn.
AN: What do you think he has? I know. :D