Chapter Ten.
Cesca stirred in bed before jumping up and rushing to the bathroom. It was 7am. She was beginning to accept the morning sickness now. She accepted it and expected it. The door knocked and Cesca went to answer it, knowing who would be the other side. Today, she had decided to talk to him about it. Jonah automatically knew that something wrong. He placed his hand on her cheek. "You look so pale. Have you been sick? Why didn't you ring me?" Cesca was too worn out. She just took his hand and led him up to her bedroom where she got back into bed, curled over and fell back asleep. Jonah laughed at how cute she looked before laying next to her and wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head.
Cesca woke up and reached down to hold Jonah's arm. "Hey, baby." He smiled, Cesca didn't really respond. He pulled her around so she faced him. "Come on, what's wrong?" Cesca's eyes filled with tears and she pulled her duvet up over her head. Jonah shuffled his way under the duvet to join her. He kissed away her tears and repeated his question, calmly and concerned, "What's wrong?" Cesca took a deep breath.
"You won't hate me... will you? Jonah frowned.
"Cesca Montoya. I love you. Nothing you can possibly say will make me hate you."
"I... I... I'm pr...pr..."
"Cesca, come on spit it out."
"I'm pregnant." Jonah froze. "Are... are you ok?"
"Yeah, Ces, I'm... fine." He looked stunned. "God, I thought it was something serious." Cesca's face looked shocked and she quickly shot up. Jonah echoed her movements.
"What the hell do you mean? I thought it was something serious. This is serious, Jonah!"
"Yeah, I know... but we both love each other and we both want kids. Worse things can happen."
"Worse things, Jonah? Are you forgetting that I'm your teacher? Are you forgetting that you are just seventeen? Are you forgetting that you haven't got a job?"
"I love you, Cesca." He smiled. "And I love our unborn child. You and me, we can take on the whole world.
Cesca and Jonah sat on the bed, hand in hand. Jonah broke the silence. "Ces?" Cesca looked up at him, her eyes were glazed, she looked so vulnerable... scared. "Do you want to keep this baby?" His voice was quiet, as if he was scared about hearing the answer.
"Of course, I want to. I just, I don't see how it can work, I mean, I thought about it, but the only way I can think I can make this work is if I leave Waterloo Road. Start a fresh somewhere new." Jonah kissed Cesca's forehead and pulled her close to him.
"Well, I'll be here, no matter what you want." Cesca smiled.
"We don't have to decide anything yet, do we?"
"Course we don't." Jonah squeezed her hand tighter. "Now, come on. Lying in bed all day isn't going to help anyone." Cesca moaned before rolling out of bed and getting dressed.
Jonah pottered around in the kitchen, washing and putting away dishes. Something that Cesca hadn't done all weekend which wasn't like her at all. Once everything was back in its place he went to join her in the living room. She laid, curled up on the sofa, her head resting on the arm. Her eyes stared ahead of her at nothing in particular. Jonah sat next to her and gently pulled her up so that her head now rested against his chest. He softly kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear, "you and me, Ces. We can do this. I know we can." Cesca looked up at his adoring eyes. She saw not a boy, but a man. A man who loved her and her own baby. A man who would do anything for them. She didn't see a student. She saw a father. The father of her child. At that moment in time, Cesca knew exactly what she wanted to do; she just didn't know how she was going to do it.