SO I was supposed to have this update out yesterday but for some reason, fan fiction did not want me to upload this. Haha but anyway, I hated to make ya'll wait another day but there was nothin' I could do about it. PS, if you guys ever want to give me a suggestion or something…or just talk to me about a new idea you may have, just like PM me or somethin'. Haha I promise I really am a good person. PS, I'm not old enough to have a baby so some of the aspects about Astrid's pregnancy may be a little off but I did the best I could. Thanks for reviewing and I love you guys for all the positive feedback.

The sun had almost completely fallen beneath clouds and Brent and I were still on the beach, both wondering why my parents had yet to come for me. I learned just as much about him as he learned about me.

"So this Sam guy," he began, standing next to me on the shore of the calm ocean. The water was a nice sensation on my bare feet. I looked at him with sad eyes. "Was he good to you?"

"Yeah," I smiled as tears sprang in my eyes. "He was more than good to me. He was amazing. Even after all that we went through, he stuck with me. I miss him so much."

I couldn't help but begin to sob as I fell into Brent's almost rock solid chest. His hands cupped my head as my tears fell to the sand, creating small dark spot where the tears met their demise.

"I just want to go back home," I sobbed. "I want to go home. I want to go home."

I cried until my tears ran dry and I was ready to regain the dignity that had washed away into the ocean.

"I'm sorry," I laughed, wiping away my tears. "I'm gonna..yeah."

I couldn't get very far before he called my name.

"Astrid, wait!" he called. "Don't go. We can talk some more."

"Were strangers, Brent." I sobbed. "I shouldn't be telling you all this stuff. I'm supposed to know better than this! And I don't want a relationship right now."

"Let's not be strangers," he said calmly, walking up to me. "And as for the relationship thing, I'm perfectly fine with just being your friend. Whatever you need, I'm here, Astrid."

He placed his hand in mine and I saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes. He smiled, hugged me and we said our goodbyes.

"Where have you been?" my mother hissed as I walked into the door of the hotel suite. She stared at me with a fake concern. "You've been gone for hours."

"I was at the beach," I told her, eying the nice outfits my family was wearing. "Why are you guys all dressed up?"

My mother adjusted her skirt.

"Were going out to eat and if you were here, you would have known that. Our reservation is in 15 minutes and looking the way you do, it is going to take longer than that to get ready so you can just stay here in the hotel room."

I stood with my jaw hanging low. I was never left out of family outings.

"That's not fair," I cried. "Daddy, say something!"

"I'm sorry, Astrid," he said. "You should have come in."

"Fine," I agreed unwillingly, sitting on the bed. "Go eat dinner. I'll just be here."

"Come on, Petey, darling," my mother said as she, Pete and my father walked out the door. Before I knew it, I was in complete silence. I was alone, once again.

Alone and hurting.

It didn't take long for my mother to realize that she needed me as much as I needed her. It was an emotional moment of realization for the both of us. Many tears were shed and hugs were exchanged. Immediately following, she booked me a doctor's appointment and began to gush about being a grandparent.

"You have an appointment tomorrow," she told me as we walked the beach. I couldn't help but search for Brent. "Now, Astrid, school will be starting next month and it isn't going to be easy. I want you to know that kids are mean."

"I know," I sighed, thinking of Sam and how he wouldn't be beside me to help me through the madness. "Mom, what if they hate me? What if the baby hates me? Has dad even found a house yet?"

"Actually, we were going to tell you," she began. "We found a house across the bridge by the inland. It's extremely nice and we should close the deal in a week or two."
"Mom, that's awesome," I exclaimed, happy to finally get out of the hotel room. Ever since my dad found his job at the power plant, things were looking up for us. I looked to the water to see the family frolicking happily through the pounding waves.

"And as for the people not liking you, they will love you, sweetie," she smiled, kissing my forehead. "How can they not?"

"A pregnant 15 year old is not exactly the popular kid at school," I sighed. "They're going to hate me and think I'm a slut."

"You will be fine," she laughed, pulling me in close as we continued walking.

The doctor's appointment came quickly and we were rushing out of the room just so we weren't more than 5 minutes late. Before I knew it, we were sitting in the room, awaiting the doctor.

"You're definitely pregnant," the doctor smiled, coming into the room with her clipboard in tow. "Now what we are going to do is a vaginal exam."

I knew all too well what this was…not that I had ever had one.

"If you just lay back and put your legs in the stirrups, I'll just have a look see," she instructed me. Nervously, I laid back and closed my eyes.

Before I knew it, it was all over.

"You appear to be 8 or 9 weeks along," she said, lifting her head back up. "You can put your legs down now. "

I put down my legs and looked at my mother and I with serious but caring eyes.

"You do know that this baby is going to be a big cost," she said seriously. My mother and I nodded along. "Depending on your insurance, a baby will be about 5000 dollars but you guys seemed to be covered in that area. Then you add in the cost of diapers and food and everything else. I'm sure you guys will be fine. It's always good to have good parents."

"My parents aren't going to be the ones raising the baby all the time. I'm helping too. It's my responsibility," I smiled.

"I wish every 15 year old girl that comes through here is just like you," she laughed. "Anyway, that's about all we have to take care of but here are some pamphlets for you to take home. You may want to get some books, just to help you prepare and everything else."

"Well okay," my mother clapped. "We'll see you next month, doctor."

"Also, morning sickness is not far off so just be prepared," she winked.

I laughed and quickly exited the office with my mom trailing behind.

"Mom, I'm nervous," I sighed. "I don't want morning sickness. I like being able to eat."

"It isn't that bad," she said skeptically. "I promise."

She was wrong. We were at dinner that night and as soon as we exited the car and the whiff of the restaurant hit me, I was on my knees in the grass, heaving. My mother embarrassingly held back my hair as everything seemed to come up.

"Let's just take her home," she said comfortingly, rubbing my back as I wiped my mouth. "Unless you and Little Pete wanted to eat."

"It's fine," he said sadly. "We'll stop at the CVS and get some saltines and ginger ale."

"Thanks honey," she smiled, kissing him quickly. "Astrid, darling, let's get back in the car and we'll go home."

"Thanks, mom," I coughed, getting in the car.

I was silent the entire way home as I just worked on keeping my stomach calm. I tried my best not to think about food but the thought just came to me and I was holding my mouth to keep back to the puke. After stopping at CVS, everything seemed to go slower. But, when we got to the hotel, I was going anything but slow.

I was back on my hands and knees at the toilet.

"You need to sleep, sweetie," my mother told me, holding my hair. "Maybe it'll be better in the morning."

"Mom, this is not getting better," I hissed. "I'm pregnant. You don't need to sugarcoat things. It is really okay." Then, I began to cry. "I just want Bre—Sam."