"How did it go?" He asked when we had carefully turned the corner.

"Great except for the end. When I told her I was the Destin girl and the guy named Mark in the Camaro was the father she looked like she wanted to kill me."

"I saw," He said.

Before I had a chance to ask him what we could do next his phone rang, "Hello," he answered.

I couldn't exactly hear what they were saying, more like yelling, but I knew that it was his parents. I think it was both because I vaguely heard a mans voice.

Once they were done screaming he sighed, "I am not coming home until you can think about this in a rational way and Destiny knows all about the CIA. She is carring my child for God sake, she is family whether you want it or not, so deal with it!" He pressed the end botton on the phone even though they were still yelling about something.

I didn't know why, but I was crying, I once read in a health book that many pregnant women cry over small things or nothing during the beginning and end of pregnancy. They cry even more when the are stressed, there are also other ways stress can effect pregnancy. I really need to go check out a pregnancy book at the library. And a stress book. And a teen parent book. And a adoption book or something along those lines.

"Sh,sh. It is going to be all right. tThey were jsut a little upset remember they spies. Spies have a bigger temper." He was going to ask me to slide over then he was going to put his arm around me, But I bet him too it. Before he could get anymore words out I was in the middle seat with the seat belt on and my head on his shoulder.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"We could do alot of things. 1) Tell your Dad 2) Go rent a motel room and discuss telling your Dad. And talk about how I think we could calm my parents down or 3) Go on a walk in the park and pretend nothing is wrong."

"Well, Ma-, wait what is your real name," I asked.

"It is Jackie. But I have been called Mark for almost the past two years. I want you to call me Mark," He confrimed.

"Okay, Mark, I want to go to the park, but first I want to tell my Dad, then I want to rent a motel room when he kicks me out."

"He won't kick you out. But he might kick me out," Mark said. I hated when he was like this. He talked in that flat tone. I could pick up what emotion he was sad, scared, concerned. He put up a wall and it would take me awhile to break it down, but I was determined to do it.

"Dad, you home," I whisper-yelled as we walked into the house.

"How is my perfect little princess?" He teased smiling, work must've been good last night.

"I'm okay. You remember Mark, right?"

"Of course, the only one of your friends I ever liked."

I noticed Mark was ecspecially quiet.

"Dad we need to tell you something."

"Oh no,"fear clouded into his eyes, "there is no way I am letting you two get married this young," he warned. I asked Mark to go wait out side, he wasn't much help.

My heart thumped harder, I could feel my pulse in my ears. My hands were sweating, and I was a little dizzy, yet I found the strength to say, "We don't want to get married."

"Yeah, so what do you want?" He asked. "I'll give money. I know you haven't had an allowance in a while. If you want to go to a party you can. I am sorry I haven't given you much freedom latley, but its just becuase I love you, princess."

"Dad," I choked on my sobs, "don't call me perfect or princess, or sweetheart. Don't call me anything that implies that you love me becuase you don't."

"You know that is not true," He pulled me into a hug, "Hey you want go bowling like we used to."

"Dad I don't mean that you hate me right now, but you will."

"Why?"

I was about to answer but I had to go into the restroom instead. I was sick and this isn't sick like morning sickness. My Dad held me hair up but I was dizzy and my head was pounding.

"I'm pregnant," I managed.

"Uh," He whimpered. Sitting the the guest bathroom, wrinkling his business pants. I didn't talk instead I just sobbed harder into his shirt, I'm sure that by now all of my mascara was on his shirt.

He finally pried my off his shirt I realized I had been whisphering, "don't hate me," I'm just glad I finally quit crying.

"Des your my little girl. Your my perfect princess that made a little mistake. I could never hate you. I love you, Des. I don't know how to punish you and I have no clue how to get thorugh this, but we'll be okay," he said.

My eyes filled back up with tears, but none of them fell. I could tell he knew they were tears of joy. I didn't know what the future would hold, it would be hard, tough, and more than likey dramatic. But it would be okay, right?

So yeah reveiw if you like it, and this wasn't really what I had in maind but I liked it better