August 3

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple"

~Oscar Wilde

Pregnant

Nothing more the just a mere word

Nothing more then just a mere stage of life

Nothing more then just a simple thing that transforms into the most beautiful thing in the world

A child

So I had said IT. The words I have never been able to say out loud but for him I was able to say it fully. As if pregnant was making everything the truth. Well I said it, and I just made it true.

"How could you possibly know already?" The first think Michael said to me was not why or what but how.

"Well…there's a pregnancy tester in the Aphrodite Cabin. And I was feeling weird this morning, so I thought I would check. Just to ease my worry because there was no way…but then it came out positive."

"That's…nice." He muttered, and I could figure out if the Bad Boy of Camp Half Blood actually entertained the idea of me having a baby, or if he was just sarcastic. "But you're sure then? You're carrying our baby?"

"I'm sure."

As much as I wished the truth was just a lie, and this just some sort of dream but I wasn't dreaming.

"Are you mad at me?" I couldn't help myself from asking him. Because I needed more then anything to know.

But Michael just looked at me and somehow his gaze alone was soothing. "Of course I'm not mad at you. I'm the idiot." He paused, "Do you hate me? Of course you do! I…infected you with a…fetus."

I laughed, literally laughed. "As if I would ever hate you." As if I would blame him for this mess when the fault was equally mine. As if for a second "us" even had a shot of not being "us" anymore.

But then the laughing stopped and I brought my knees to my chest and sighed. Because things were not perfect in paradise and even if we were still together and he wasn't going to leave me…I was still pregnant.

"But honestly, I don't know if I can do this Mike…I'm so scared."

And the girl who was fearless

Showed fear

"Your not alone…I'll support you in any decision you make."

I am not alone.

"Well he. She. Whatever the baby is it's half yours. What do you want?"

"I want you to be happy. Last night was perfect. This baby will always be a reminder of how perfect it was. "

And then I smiled, actually smiled. "You wanna keep it? I mean, can we really raise a child?" We're just 17 and 18, practically children ourselves.

"Yes?"

So I hugged him to feel safe in his arms. Safe from the world. For a moment safe from the judging eyes of everyone who will just see me as "the girl who got pregnant.

But I am not "the girl who got pregnant"

I am not defined by my mistakes

I choose what I become

"Well then…I'm going to be a mother." I don't know how this was going to work, but I sure as hell am going to try.

He hugged me close, moving a stand of my hair, and we just sat there in the silence.

And I realized that all I ever wanted to be was perfect. Me. But when I was with Michael we achieved perfection. Because it wasn't about me being perfect, or him being perfect, or never making mistakes. It was about "us" being perfect.

Because we were a perfect couple. Because we fought. Because we laughed. We screwed up, we had bad days, we made mistakes. But we were perfect because through it all our love never faltered we got stronger.

He loves me

He loves me not

He loves me

He loves me not.

He loves me

Because it doesn't matter if I'm perfect

You can love someone who's not perfect

It doesn't matter

I'm perfect to him.

I love him.

Happy New Year! Yay! So 2014 huh? I think your New Years Revolution should be to review everything you read? Good idea? I think so!

Anyways what did you think of that chap? What do you think of BlakexMichael because I ship it!

xoxo Queenbee19