Chapter Two

Teenage Dream

Peter walked out of the hospital. He needed air, because the sound of that doctor's voice was still ringing in his head.

Yes, she had said, you definitely are the father.

He didn't need this! Peter could barley hold on to his job, and his university will kick him out if his grades don't get better. And now a baby.

He saw Darcy leaving the hospital as well, the baby on a stroller. She came towards him and said nothing. The silence was awkward, but necessary.

Peter was the first to speak. "How did this happen?"

Darcy started at him. Peter could remember that was they used to do. They would make out, then just stare at each other. He could recall doing that in the Janitor closet in Degrassi, or in his house when his mother was doing her principal stuff. Sometimes in that park close by.

Now Darcy was staring at him again, but this time, it wasn't the looks of awe and love. The passion was gone. The thrill of their relationship was gone. They were no longer love struck teenagers. They were adults now with a problem that lay in a stroller. Darcy was staring at Peter because she didn't know what else to say. She didn't want to relive those memories.

But Peter deserved an answer.

"It was the day before I told you about Kenyan," she said, "the day I wanted everything to be perfect."

Peter nodded, and took his eyes off of her. He remembered.

Darcy had called him on his cell phone one night and told him to come over. She said her family was out.

Peter sneaked out of his house and went to hers. Darcy had opened the front door wearing nothing but a pink little night gown. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"Come to my room," she said, talking his hand and leading him up the stairs.

She turned the light on in her room and they both walked in. They were so close now that their noses almost touched.

"Tell me what you love about me," she said. Her very voice was making Peter sweat.

"I love your hair," he replied.

Darcy smiles and suddenly takes his shirt off.

Peter heaved. He didn't expect that. He came closer to her, his bare chest touching hers.

"Tell me something else," Darcy said, giggling. This was her game and she was making all the rules.

"I-I love how you laugh."

Darcy pulls at the buckles of his belt until his pants fell down, revealing his yellow boxers.

Peter couldn't take his eyes off her; his mouth was a bit opened and his heaving so deep.

Darcy put her hand on the back of his head, and ushered it close to her. She whispered in Peter's ear, saying, "Tell me one more thing…"

And they made love to each other. It was raw and passionate. It was Darcy giving everything to Peter. It was last thing she would do before she headed off to Kenya. Maybe, because of this, he will forgive her and wait for her. Maybe, because of this, there love will last until they were together again.

Darcy knew that she would have to pray every day for forgiveness from God; but at that moment, when Peter and Darcy where one and the same… it was almost worth it.

Almost.