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Confessing to Mitchie, the girl that I'm madly in love with, that we are currently expecting a child was probably the most nerve wrecking thing I have ever done. She sat there in complete silence, her eyes completely open and her mouth forming a perfect O shape. A few seconds passed and her position had not changed.

"Mitchie?" I asked hoping to get her to at least move. She blinked. Well at least she did something. "Did you hear me?" I ask.

"I heard you." She finally said. She stopped facing me and put her head between her hands, resting her elbows on her thighs as she rocked back and forth. "What did I do.." she chanted. "What did I do.."

"Mitch." I said softly as I placed my hand on her shoulder. "Please talk to me." I begged.

"Mikayla I can't." she shook her head in her hands. "I'm so sorry."

"You can't what Mitchie?" I ask.

"I don't know what to say." She finally looked up at me, tears filling up her eyes. "How could I be so stupid?"

"We were both wrong…" I told her. I'd known for a while now about the situation and I'd come to terms with it. I wasn't going to get rid of this baby, not even if she begged me to. This was our miracle, our baby.

"But I could have prevented it… I let myself get carried away… I should have pulled out. I'm so sorry." She cried as she leaned her head into my shoulder.

"It's going to be okay." I told her as I brought my arms around her, letting her cry on me.

"How are you so calm right now?" she asked me as she lifted her head, wiping away the tears that fell.

"Because I've known for two weeks." I admitted.

"And you waited to tell me now?" she asked.

"I didn't know how to tell you. Mitchie, I was just as scared as you are when I found out." I told her as I wiped a tear that she had missed.

"We have sex one time and you get pregnant..." she stated softly, trying to let it sink in.

"We had unprotected sex Mitchie." I reminded her.

"Don't remind me." She shook her head. "Are you keeping it?"

"Yes." I said firmly. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I messed up big time…" she said slowly. "But I want to be there for you and for our baby."

"Really?" I said taken back my how good she was taking this. "You're willing to be in this child's life?"

"Mikayla, I love you and I never stopped loving you… if you think I'm going to take the cowards way out and not take responsibility than you obviously don't know me at all." She said. I went to speak but she continued. "I may be next to poor and probably the most unfit parent, but I will be there for you every step of the way." She reached her hand out and placed it on my flat stomach. "This is our little miracle, Mik."

I looked at Mitchie as her face finally relaxed and revealed her precious smile. I placed my hand on top of hers and she leaned in to gently kiss my lips. "What are we going to do?" she asked me when she pulled back.

"I want to raise this baby together, you and me." I told her.

"I can't move to New York with you, Mik." She said. I hadn't told her that I dropped out of school before even starting. Before I found out about the baby, I was planning to go to NYU.

"You don't have to." I told her. She gave me a confused look. "I dropped out."

"You did what?" she asked.

"When I found out I was pregnant I was packing to go to New York… I couldn't let myself leave. I never really cared to go to college anyway, it was always my parents who insisted on NYU." I admitted. "But finding out I was expecting made me realize that I'd rather stay here and raise this baby than go to a college where I don't fit in." Technically I did fit in, mostly because I was rich, but I wasn't spoiled and bratty like most of them were.

*FLASHBACK*

"I can't believe you're going to NYU of all places!" Harper, my best friend, said as she helped me pack my suitcases.

"Yeah, me neither." I whispered.

"Most people would be excited." She said as she pushed me a little.

"Yeah well most people weren't forced to go to a college because their parents made them." I told her.

"You'll love it though!" Harper tried making me feel better.

"I prefer to be back in Stratford…" I said honestly.

"Back with that Mitchie girl?" Harper winked.

"Yes, back with Mitchie. Everything seemed so good when I was there, when I was with her. Now I'm back in Dallas and I feel empty."

"Your life sounds like a lame Jane Austen book." Harper laughed.

"You're so…" I said but I felt my stomach drop. My hand shot up to my mouth and I sprinted towards my bathroom. Before I knew it was on my knees while Harper held my hair back.

"Whoa, you sick?" she asked as I continued to throw up.

I shook my head. "No." I said. When I finished I stood up and quickly brushed my teeth. This was the second time today that I threw up and earlier I had been feeling very nauseous. Instantly I knew what might be wrong with me. "Hey Harp, can you do me a huge favor?"

"Always." Harper exclaimed.

"Can I get you to run to the store and buy me something? No questions asked."

"Uh, yeah sure. What do you need?"

"Bring me as many pregnancy tests as you possibly can." I told her as I handed her my credit card.

"But?" she questioned.

"No questions asked." I told her.

"Okay…" she said as she left.

I laid down on my bed and lifted my shirt. "Fuck." I said to myself.

…

"Got it!" Harper said as she entered my room and dropped the grocery bag on my bed.

"I'll be right back." I told her as I took the bag and went to pee on the sticks.

"So now do you want to tell me why you made me buy like six pregnancy tests?" she asked when I returned to the room. She handed me my credit card and I put it away.

"Because I think I might be pregnant." I admitted.

"Impossible. Aren't you still a virgin?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Oh my gosh!" Harper exclaimed. "Oh my gosh! How could you not tell me this!" she protested.

"Because I didn't want anyone to know." I told her. Yes, Harper was my best friend but I wasn't the type to preach about my sex life.

"But I'm your best friend! We share that kind of information with each other!" she insisted.

"I've only been back a week, Harp, it never came up." I told her.

"So it happened this summer?" she asked. "But weren't you seeing Mitchie?" I looked at her with a straight face, hoping she'd get it. "No! No way!" she said as she figured it out.

"Yes way." I said as I nodded.

"You lost it to Mitchie?" she asked. "But how can SHE get YOU pregnant." Harper laughed.

"Yes, I lost it to Mitchie! And yes, if I'm pregnant this is her baby." I told her. She looked at me with confusion just the exact same way I looked at Mitchie when I discovered what she was packing underneath. I remember the two of us making out in the back of her pick up truck, me straddling her waist while she kissed me. At one point as I began to linger my lips on her pulse point, I could feel something poking me. I realized immediately that I gave her a boner and I looked at her with such confusion. Mitchie then went to explain how she got her "little friend" and if we're being honest, that nickname does not do it justice.

"But she's a girl…" Harper said, still completely confused.

"She's a girl with a dick!" I explained. "It's just how it is and now I think I'm pregnant."

"Did the condom break or something?" Harper asked.

"We kind of didn't use one." I admitted. I knew exactly how stupid that sounded.

"Mikayla! You of all people didn't have her use one?" Harper shook her head.

"I told her to pull out." I said. "But one thing led to another and well she didn't exactly get a chance to."

"Okay, ew. I don't need to know details here!" Harper exclaimed as she waved her hands.

I heard the timer go off and I quickly left my bed making my way to the bathroom. I took a deep breath before walking over to the counter and looking at the six pregnancy tests that lay there.

"So what's the verdict?" Harper said as she leaned against the door.

"Harp… I'm pregnant." I said quietly. "I'm pregnant." I repeated.

"Let me see!" she said as she walked closer to me. She looked over me and noticed the six tests with their pink positive signs. "Congrats?" she said.

"This is not good." I admitted.

"Well, what are you going to do? Keep it?" she asked. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I was going to have a baby. Once it sunk in I turned to Harper.

"I'm keeping this for sure." I said. "This is Mitchie's baby." I smiled. "I have to keep it."

"Are you going to tell her?" she asked.

"I have to don't I? But I don't think I can." I panicked.

"Give it some time and then call her." Harper suggested as she placed her arm on my shoulder.

"Okay." I smiled.

"Um, Mik." Harper said lowly. "What are you going to do about college?"

"Not go." I said. "I'll drop out."

"But you haven't even started yet." She laughed.

"Oh well." I shrugged. Who needed college anyway?

*END FLASHBACK*

"How did your parents take you dropping out?" Mitchie asked as she removed her hand from my stomach and looked at me. My parents did not like Mitchie, not one bit. They weren't too thrilled about my sexuality so dating Mitchie was tough on them. The worse thing was that my parents didn't like how not rich" she was. Mitchie wasn't poor but she wasn't wealthy either. She lived in an average home in Stratford with her mother. She worked at a coffee shop in town while her mother worked as a nurse. I rarely ever saw her mother when I stayed here because she was always working.

"They were furious but I didn't exactly tell them the whole truth." I admitted. "I just said that I wasn't ready to go."

"That's the lamest excuse." Mitchie laughed.

"Well what was I supposed to say? Hey mom, dad I'm dropping out because I'm pregnant with Mitchie's baby." I said.

"Honesty is key, right?" she joked. "Do they still hate me?"

"They don't hate you…" I said. "And even if they did they'll have to get over it if they want to ever see their grandchild."

"Have you gone to a doctor's yet and confirmed this?" Mitchie asked.

"No… not yet. I kind of hoped you would be there with me." I said.

"We'll go together then." She said. "And Mikayla, your parents still don't know you're pregnant, right?"

"NO WAY!" I said quickly. "I have no idea how to tell them."

"I want to be there when you do. If they need to take out their anger… they can do it on me." She nodded.

"They absolutely will not be taking anything out on you Mitch. Over my dead body!" I exclaimed.

"I can't believe we're having a baby." She shook her head. "Wait… how do we plan to live?"

"I was hoping maybe you'd move in with me somewhere… we can get an apartment in Dallas or if you're too scared we can live here." I said.

"Here like with my mom?" she asked.

"No like here in Stratford. I know how much this town means to you and if you want to raise our child here then we can do that. I'll get a job somewhere and we can move in together." I suggested.

"I think we should make sure you're actually pregnant before we plan out our future together. Not that I don't want to be with you, because you know I do, just I don't want to get our hopes up." She said.

"Mitchie, pregnant or not… I'm never leaving you again. I missed you so much the past month it was so difficult to be without you. College isn't in my way anymore. I want to be with you until I die!"

"Aw, Mik." She blushed. "I love you." She said and then leaned into kiss me.

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