Chapter two

Sitting on the couch back at the Kennedy's, Summer still couldn't get the image of Andrew's face after she told him out of her mind. The way he had turned and ran away made her feel so alone. She didn't know what to do. Steph was in prison, her Dad was thousands of miles away and her Nan had enough to deal with. Andrew had been her last hope. Or had he?

Checking the house was empty but for herself, Summer pulled her mobile out of her bag. Scrolling to 'C' in contacts she pressed the dial button.

"Hello?" Came the voice from the receiver.

"Hello, Chris? It's me, Summer. Can you come over please? I really need to talk to you."

Chris and Summer were sat together on the couch. Summer was crying and Chris had his arm around her.

"Oh Summer, what have you done?" Chris groaned.

"I know, I know. Chris what am I going to do? He just ran away. He must hate me. I'm so stupid, no wonder!" Summer cried.

"It's not all your fault Summer. It's his too. Stupid idiot, two girls pregnant in three months! No wonder he legged it. One kid is bad enough but two! Well he's just going to have to deal with it." Chris said.

"He didn't deal with it too well earlier" Summer said, flatly.

"Yes, well, he was in shock."

"Well so am I actually."

"What are you going to do? Are you going to keep it?"

"I don't have much choice. I can't have an abortion, I just couldn't do it. But if Andrew doesn't want it…."

Her mind was whirring. She had thought about Andrew again and again but she hadn't actually thought as far ahead as having the baby yet. Could she really look after a kid? She could have it adopted. No, she didn't think she'd be able to hand it over to someone else when she had had it. She wouldn't even know them. Although, Callum had done ok hadn't he? Toadie wasn't his real dad but he was all right. But then again Steph had completely shut down when she gave Adam to Dan. But could she bring it up by herself? Declan had done ok with India hadn't he? He was a bit years older than her though.

How could she do this to her family though? What would they say? Her dad would go mental, so would Boyd. Steph would probably understand but she was in prison. Then there was her Nan, already struggling to look after them and Charlie. Suddenly a loud beeping noise made her and Chris jump. It was a text message. From Andrew.

"Meet me at the park. Ten minutes. Andrew."

Summer looked up at Chris.

"He wants to meet."

"Well you'd better go for it then Summer."

Summer grabbed her jacket and headed out the door. She walked, a lot slower than she would have normally towards the park. It was empty. He hadn't got there yet then. She sat down on a bench and tried to keep calm. What if he told her to get lost? What if he didn't believe her? What if he thought she had planned it?

"Summer"

She looked up and there he was, standing in front of her. He had an awkward smile on his face but his eyes showed how he really felt. Just as scared as she was.

"Andrew I …." Summer started, still not entirely sure of what she was going to say. Sorry perhaps?

"Don't Summer. It's going to be ok. We'll deal with it together." Andrew said, sitting down beside her.

"What?" whispered Summer. "What about Tash and the baby?"

"I can still be there for her and the baby, but be with you and our baby. It doesn't mean I can't be a Dad to both of them." Andrew replied.

"No, but what about money? How can you look after two kids? You're seventeen."

"I know but Dad will help I hope. Tash has her Dad too. We'll work something out. I want to be with you Summer and now I can be."

"But what will everyone say?" Said Summer.

"I don't care. What I care about is you, our baby and mine and Tash's baby."

"How are we going to tell her? It's going to break her heart too." Summer whispered, upset.

"I know. We have to tell her soon though or it'll make it worse."

"Ok, when?" asked Summer.

"No time like the present I suppose." Andrew replied in a slightly worried voice.

He reached out a hand for Summers and the got up together. He hugged her tightly and then led the way back across the park towards Ramsay Street. Each step felt like an age, as they neared their fate. This was not going to go well, they both knew it but neither said anything. Tash was going to go mad with rage. Then the rest of the street would start to. Summer knew what they'd call her. She had stolen Tash's boyfriend, and was pregnant with his kid. She hated herself for it; she knew she should have done things differently. But she loved him. She had had to be selfish, but now it was going to come back to haunt her.