A/N: Okay, so I've been typing today, yay! I am so excited that we are almost out of the movie parts and going into my own story line! This chapter is dedicated to Alleyne Happlesful.

One week later

I've been to the doctor this past week. It's true: I'm pregnant and five weeks along. I told my roommates the news after the ultrasound. The visit made it feel all the more real. Courtney has been harping on me to talk to Marco but that hasn't really worked out. Every time I see him on the truck routes I avert my attention from him

It's wrong to be thinking that I would think that miscarriage is the best option. Abortion? No. But then if I did miscarry, then I could go back to living my life without Marco. Every day I see Marco, my growing belly suddenly felt heavier, my throat gets dry and I feel like I'm suffocating. Finally, after thinking that the chances are that the baby won't disappear, I go up to him at the slower time of the day, two in the afternoon.

"So, we're talking now?" Marco asked when I sat on the park bench he was on.

"Marco, shut up. I'm pregnant." Oops… why did I just blurt in out? Damn it!

I read Marco's face to see that he was shocked. "Well, um, okay… are you sure you took the test right?" he finally spoke.
"You pee on a stick, it's idiot-proof." I told him, shrugging my shoulders, Prick.

"No, I know it is. Just… one time," he stood from the bench and paced back and forth. Internally he was freaking out and on the outside he wasn't exactly doing a good job at hiding it.
"Yeah, um…" I said. He kept pacing back and forth, not saying anything and it was making me in a very akward position..
"So, what do you want to do?" Marco finally asked.
"I don't know," I admitted. "What do you want to do?"
Marco sighed and sat back down beside me. "Look I- I don't know, I just found out, okay? You're the girl, don't you get to decide?"

"Great, great, then it's all on me?" I snapped at him. There are two people in making a baby but it's me that has to decide. Nu-uh, it doesn't work that way. His lack of responsibility was unnerving. Freaking bullshit.
"No I, no I didn't mean…" Marco paused for a second, completely clueless as to how to fix the situation. "Shit… should we get married?"
"Shit should we get married? Yeah." I mocked him angrily. "No it's just when you put it like that, that's—"
"Oh, well I'm sorry, Rosie, I'm just trying to do the right thing here. I didn't mean to-"
"Then don't ask the wrong questions!" I say louder in frustration, getting on me feet. I wasn't to yell at him but if you are probably wasn't the place to do it. "I, just um, forget that I said anything..."
"No!" Marco interrupted forcefully, standing up.
"…Just forget it because I'll figure it out. Like whatever it is, it's not your problem, so…"
"Rosie!" Marco called after me but I kept walking.
"It's fine, I have to get back to the truck anyway!" I called back. I stomp to the food truck, tears welling up in my eyes wanting to spill over.

I thought Marco was going to follow me but I guess he didn't because his truck-mate called from the window. "You gonna get back here and help or what?" his partner called from the truck where a few of their customers were getting restless. Marco swore at himself and jogged back towards his truck.

For the rest of my shift, I was out of it. I would space out when the customers were giving their orders, give back the wrong change and then when Alexis wrote the orders, I gave the wrong food to different people. The baby and Marco have me all screwed up. Alexis looked as if she wanted to ask about it but she bit her tongue. I have never been the type to be scared, like when my dad accidently left me at the top of The Plaza here in Atlanta or when I took the wrong bus to get back home. I was concerned, but never that frightened. This is the one time in my life that I am terrified. What will I do in more than seven months? There is always adoption but that is only the beginning. If I am going to do this, I can't do it half-ass. Still though, I'm just not ready!

The shift was finally over. We cleaned up the truck and I was just hitting the back, letting Alexis know that she can leave when Marco rode up to me on his bike.

"I'm not going to forget about it."
I drew a deep breath. He'd had the chance to leave, the chance to walk away and he hadn't taken it. He'd stayed. Maybe I've been wrong about him.
"Okay," was all I could manage to say but he didn't need to hear anything else anyway. They walked in silence to the car where he chucked his bike into the back and climbed into the passenger seat.

The drive was a little awkward. He tried talking but when he tried, I turned up the radio, letting 98.3 Rock fill the car. Marco must have understood or something because he was staying quiet. I would take a glance at him every new and then and he seemed to be occupying himself by thumbing through me CD collection – something that I have been neglecting in place of 98.3 because of the messed up disk player. I pulled on to Concord Blvd. up to my small brick town house. I introduced him to the girls. "Hey, um, Courtney, Molly, this is Marco."

"I thought you said cute Marco, not hot Marco!" Molly demanded. Her brown eyes rested on my blushing face."
"You said I was cute?" Marco smiled, more to himself than to the others.

"Um, okay, well, we will be in my room." I say. I lead Marco to my room. I sat on the bed and motioned that he join me. I took off my sneakers and Marco sat, just watching me. We both had things on our minds, I'm assuming because he had had that look about him but none of us knew how to start talking.

"So," I began, "I guess we should talk about this. Right now, what are you thinking? Don't censor it; just give it to me straight."
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't freaked out, Rosie. I didn't wake up this morning expecting to be having this conversation today. But I meant it when I said I won't forget. Whatever you decide and it should be your decision because well, you know..."
I nod in agreement. I hope that just because I agree that he doesn't get to pin this all on me. "I just dunno, Marco. I keep thinking about keeping the baby because it's the right thing to do but even if it's the right thing, doesn't mean it's the best thing for us. If this was like, three or five years ahead, then yeah, there wouldn't be any question but I'm twenty-three."

"So do you want to, I don't know, get an abortion?" Marco dared to ask.

"No!" I snap, he jumped back a little at how it came out, even I'm a little shocked about how the word came out.
"Jesus Christ, Rosie, I thought that was what you wanted to hear. I don't know what I'm doing either, you know."
"I know. I thought it was what I wanted but hearing you actually say it, no. I couldn't do it. We're not some stupid teenagers in high school; we've both got good jobs. We made a dumb mistake but how can we punish a baby for that? We knew what we were doing."

"Okay, okay," Marco said as he searched for the words to say next. "This probably isn't a decision we can make in a night. What if we just take it day by day and if you decide you can't do it any more, or you change your mind, then we can talk about this again?"
His words rang out a good plan. The conversation had been going around in circles. Maybe it wasn't a decision that could be pinned down and put into words.

"If it makes a difference, I think we can do this. If you want to," Marco whispered.

"Do you think so?" Rosie questioned, not at all confident in my maternal abilities. Marco squeezed my hand in reassurance.

Marco yawned, "I should probably go. You can call me if you need anything." He stood and grabbed his bag.
"Do you want to stay the night?" I asked, "Not like that, that's what got us into this whole mess. Just you don't have to leave, you know, if you don't want to." I said first loud enough to hear then growing quieter and quieter until it's a whisper.
"Do you want me to stay?" Marco asked, letting his bag drop to the floor. I nod. He sat back down onto the bed and we started talking like friends, words coming so easily. I grew tired and looked at the clock which showed that it was only 11.
"We should probably sleep." Marco said. "I'll make up the couch and sleep there." He moved the covers back and went to stand up.
"It's late, just stay here." I invited, pulling the covers back up. Marco lay down but I didn't care to look at his tired body, I was almost asleep as soon as the words came out.