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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Ahh!" I shrieked jumping up out of my bed.

I grabbed the baseball bat that I put by the bed ('cause you never know when you might need a bat), and frantically looked around.

I then sighed when I realized that the noise wasn't an evil robot, which was what my sleep-mind told me. What in God's name is that awful beeping sound?

I found the culprit lying on the end table beside my bed. Soon it was nothing but a couple wires and pieces of plastic.

"Hey, Sabrina!" Daphne called.

"Hey!" I called back.

Daphne let herself into my room, then smiled happily.

"I'm just making sure you're awake-what the hell did you do?" she cried running to the left side of my bed were I was standing with the baseball bat in my hand.

I shrugged.

"Some mechanical junk woke me up with this God awful beeping, I put it out of its misery," I explained.

She let out a small whine and gingerly picked up a couple pieces of the destroyed machine.

"Sabrina! That was my alarm clock!" she cried. "I set it for you yesterday so you'd be up in time!"

"Oh."

Oops. It was an alarm clock? That did NOT sound like one. Too...loud.

"Well, I guess it did the job, I'm up," I chuckled guiltily.

Daphne glared at me.

"Get dressed!" she growled.

"Okay, okay, sorry," I said backing up a step and holding up my hands.

She sighed and started collecting the pieces of the late alarm clock.

"Well, I should have figured this wouldn't have worked, I guess I'll go make you some breakfast," she threw the pieces in a waste bin that was lying in the corner of the room.

"Anything in particular?" she asked as I was pulling clothes out of the closet.

"Hmm, waffles and macaroni and cheese, and put chili pepper in that, will ya? Also I'd like to have some peanut butter strawberries."

Daphne stared at me, dumbfounded for a moment. Then she just shook her head and walked away. I shrugged. Hmm, what would be appropriate for Lamaze classes?

I decided on some of my jeans, but as I pulled them on, I realized I couldn't button them I stared in shock at the tight in the waist, unbuttoned jeans. I bit my trembling lip these jeans were always too big for me.

With shaky legs I slowly turned around to look at the full length mirror that was hanging on the wall opposite the closet. I raised the t-shirt that I slept in a little more and let out a small cry. I was HUGE.

I fell to the ground hugging my bulge and crying. I've never been fat in my whole entire life. Sure, I'm not into appearances, but the only thing I can hang onto is my good physique, girls would glare at me in the lunchroom, me gorging myself, eating everything in site, yet stay at a good 108 pounds.

Now I'm fat! I'm disgusting! No guy would want to even look at a pot-belly pig like me!

Then I felt a nudge under my belly, hard this time, reminding me that I was growing for a reason. I then burst out into hysterical giggles.

God, Sabrina, chill out! You're pregnant, silly! I giggled some more.

This bulge will be gone soon and a little miracle will come out! Yay!

I looked at my laughing form in the mirror and immediately stopped giggling. I groaned and put my head in my hands.

Damn hormones! From crying like a baby then giggling like a stupid daffodil! I'm losing my effing mind. I sighed and stood back up and pulled the pants down. I made a mental note to go and actually get some maternity pants now. I walked back into my closet and found some light blue running pants. I found a loose, white, baby doll tank top with ruffles on the front that I threw on and it covered the baby bump nicely.

I smiled into the mirror, and then frowned, I've never really, ever, cared so much about how I looked until now. Well, I wasn't pregnant until now, either. I sighed and rubbed my baby.

"Well, little " I trailed off, I forgot we haven't named her yet, " Sabrina Jr., you are just getting bigger and bigger every day," I laughed.

Then I gasped. A strong kick came to the left of my stomach. I doubled over. Lord, she must take after her Papa. I smiled through the slight pain and waited for another kick, but after a couple of minutes no other kick was felt.

I shrugged and walked out of my room and headed downstairs, where my breakfast feast is being prepared. I continued to the kitchen door and walked in unpolitely as always.

I inhaled the sweet smell of waffles and mac 'n cheese. I looked to see quite a commotion in the kitchen. Daphne was messing with a waffle maker, Granny was stirring what looked to be the macaroni and cheese, and Puck was painting some strawberries.

All my best friends, the people I love, the closest thing to a family all right here, doing all this for me. I bit my lip again, but I knew there was nothing I could do against the dam of damn hormones that was about to let loose.

I started crying, trying my hardest to remain silent and just let this moment pass. I don't think they heard me, or if they did, then they're catching on and letting me keep my pride. I sighed and with a shaky breath I wiped away the tears on my cheeks. I noticed Puck kept glancing at me the whole time I had been crying, so I figured out that they could hear me, but they were just saving me the embarrassment.

"You okay?" Puck finally asked, obviously unable to hold it in any longer.

"Yeah, yeah," I inhaled deeply, "I just-ugh," I gulped and doubled over once again as I received a sharp kick in the stomach.

I heard a clanging and then running feet, and then I felt two hands, one on my arm, one on my back.

"Sabrina! What's a matter? Are you okay? What happened? Is it the baby?"

My eyebrows scrunch in confusion I glanced up at Puck's worried face. I looked in front of me and saw Granny and Daphne staring at Puck with the same look. Daphne had a hint of an amused smile on her lips.

I felt a blush creep up my neck.

"Dork," I whispered harshly, obviously embarrassed, "I'm fine."

He quickly released me and coughed embarrassedly.

"It's just she kicked, and she's getting pretty-ugh," I gasped as another kick came.

I didn't understand. I waited for a long time for her to kick again, but she didn't start up until-

"Oh my God," I whispered.

"What?" Puck asked.

"She knows my voice," I laughed in amazement.

"What?" he asked again.

"She knows my voice!" I laughed tears in my eyes.

Another kick, but I was expecting it, so I didn't react.

"Here, feel," I grabbed Puck's hand before I had time to think or he had time to react.

I placed it on my stomach.

"Hey, baby," I said to my stomach, "It's Mommy, can you hear me?"

Nothing happened. "Come on Baby, show Daddy what you can-ugh!"

Puck laughed as the baby kicked under his hand. Daphne and Granny laughed, but apparently thought this was a private moment because they didn't come over. I realized Puck's close proximity and ignored the tingles that were coming from his hand on my stomach.

"That's amazing, Brina!" he smiled looking me in the eye.

I smiled back, and suddenly something happened. Puck's smile slowly disappeared into a concentrated line, and I felt my smile fall, too. All I could only see Puck's eyes filled with longing and feel his hand on my stomach.

Without realizing it I took a step forward moving closer to him. Then I heard a giggle. I blinked my eyes a couple of times and shook my head, the trance that Puck had me under disappeared. I look to my left towards the kitchen to see Red was the person whom the giggle came from.

She had a goofy smile on his face, and when she realized he had been caught, her eyes widened. Daphne growled at him angrily and punched her gently in the arm. She yelped and she whispered something ferociously to him. Her eyes widened again and they both turned to look at us. Then at the same time they plastered fake smiles on their faces and turned back around to cooking like nothing ever happened.

I knew what just happened, well what could have happened, and I quickly took five big steps away from Puck without looking at him. Without missing a beat I walked into the kitchen.

"So, is my food ready, party people? Momma's hungry!"

So, we all grabbed plates of things and started snacking on the random foods. Nothing weird was talked about during our breakfast, but I could definitely feel the tension between Puck and I.

What the hell happened between us? Again! God, can't why can't I keep these damn hormones in check? Especially around Puck!

"Well, Puckerly," I sighed gazing at the clock, it was about 9:25, "time to hit the road."

He nodded and stood up picking up my plate and his plate too. Smart boy, he knew I wouldn't take mine

I stood up and walked towards the door. I waved Daphne and Red goodbye and waited for Puck to join me at the door. I picked up my purse which I had thrown down by the door, and Puck followed me to my car that was parked outside.

I jumped into the driver's seat, he climbed into the passenger's, and we were off. It was quite awkward for the first couple minutes, especially when all my retarded mind seemed to do was travel to that look Puck got in his eyes right before I'd be under his spell-oh my God, I can't believe I just thought I'd go under Puck Goodfellow's spell.

Damn, I'm really messed up today.

I don't know why, but he must have tried a new cologne. It smelled ah-mazing! My mind kept wandering into new places, places it had never traveled before, well with Puck that is.

After a while, my mind began thinking of my baby girl. I pictured a little blond headed girl running around my house. I smiled at the thought. I looked over to Puck whose mind looked far away like mine. Then my smile slowly faded. Will Puck always be there for my-our-baby? Even when he's much older and married? I gulped. I tried to picture Puck (still aging) twenty years from now with some woman, and then how I'd always be messing up his perfect picture, me and our little girl, a mistake from the past.

I started crying. I couldn't help it, and I was disgusted with my weakness, but I knew trying to control my damn hormones was next to impossible.

"Sabrina!" Puck gasped, "What's wrong?"

I could barely see the road and somewhere in my head I knew this was dangerous.

"I can't-I can't-I-I'm-sorry," I stuttered tears spilling out of my eyes.

"Sabina! Sabrina! The road!" he desperately cried.

He lunged for the steering wheel and when he grabbed it I put my head in my hands. He lurched us to the side, causing a bunch of angry drivers behind us to honk their horns. When I could tell we were on the side of the road I slammed the car's brake and I heard Puck switch the gears into park.

"Sabrina, mind telling me what in the world is wrong?" he frantically asked.

"I'm sorry!" I cried. "I know I don't say I'm sorry a lot, but I'm sorry!"

"Wha-why?"

"I'm ruining your life!" I cried looking up at him. "You're supposed to grow up, marry some pretty, smart chick, go to an amazing college, buy a house with a white picket fence and have a dog! Not have some girl you know from high school who is the mother of your love child following around everywhere! I totally messed up your life!"

I put my head in my hands and continued crying. He didn't say anything for a moment.

"Is that what you think?" he finally asked softly.

I nodded and kept my head down even though I stopped crying. I'm pretty much mortified. I can't believe I said that out loud.

"Sabina," he said, "Brina," he said again lifting my head.

I frowned and looked away even though he made my head turn toward him.

"Grimm, would you please look at me," he sighed.

I groaned and turned my eyes toward his.

"Sabrina, you are not ruining my life. Sure, we're pretty young for this, but it doesn't mean that I'm disappointed or unhappy. Yeah, it's going to be hard, and sure we made a mistake, but I'll never think of our daughter as a mistake, and Sabrina she's our daughter, and I'll always love her," he said firmly.

"Do you understand?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

I bit my lip and nodded. Then I noticed that his hand was still on my face. He realized this, too, and softly brushed my tears away with his thumbs. My eyes widened and I gulped.

"And I'll always love you," he whispered.

My stomach erupted into, no not butterflies, more like rabid flying squirrels. My heart felt like it was going to rip out of my chest and yell, "Wazzup?"

This is getting ridiculous. He got that look in his eyes, you know, that look. For some reason I glanced at the radio. It's 9:48.

"Shit! We're going to be late!" I yelled wrenching my head away from his hands and looking away from his freaking stare.

I threw the car into drive and pulled back on the road. Puck gave me a weird look for the rest of the ride and I went probably about twenty miles over the speed limit to get to the hospital on time.

When we finally got there I jumped out of the car and didn't wait for him to get out. He finally caught up with me in the lobby of the hospital.

"Hey, where's the baby class?" I asked the lady at the desk.

Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Puck groaned from beside me.

"Lamaze, Brina, the Lamaze class," he said rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, the whatever class," I smirked.

"It's on the Maternity Hall, the secretary on that floor will tell you were to go from there."

She was giving us a cautious glance. I nodded and marched to the elevator. Puck followed like a good little church boy, although I knew he wasn't. We listened to the annoying elevator music, saying nothing. He was really, and I mean really getting on my nerves. With his bright, understanding eyes, tousled blonde hair, all-knowing smile. Damn that extremely attractive nub!

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He was bobbing his head to the horrid music! God! Why does he have to be that dorky, but adorable at the same time!

I mentally punched myself in the face. Adorable? Adorable? Oh my God! I'm losing my ever-loving mind! Stupid, stupid girl!

The elevator dinged, and its door opened revealing the Maternity Hall, which I have been becoming accustomed to these past few months. We went to the desk and the secretary pointed us down a hall and told us to turn to the first house on the left.

We followed her directions and we both stopped at a door with a clouded window that had the black letters "LAMAZE CLASSES" on it. We both took deep breaths.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," I answered.

We both shared a look and then Puck pushed open the door. We saw a semi-large room that had yoga mats all over the ground and large exercise balls. All the preggy women were sitting on top of the balls and the men who I assume to be their husbands were sitting on the mats beside him.

Suddenly I got nervous. Why would we be needing exercise balls and yoga mats? Dear, Jesus.

We both looked at each other again, unsure of what we need to do.

"Good morning!" a bubbly voice called.

I turned around to see a young woman in blue hospital scrubs come skipping through the door. Her blond hair was tied into a high ponytail and she wore a large bright smile on her face.

I can already tell I'm not going to like her.

"Hello, you two," she smiled, "Just pick a ball and a mat and let's get this thing going!" she pumped her fist in the air and giggled.

I largely rolled my eyes, but she didn't notice as she briskly walked past us. Puck raised his eyebrows and I smirked at him. We both walked toward a mat and a ball near the back of the room. Puck sat down on the mat crossed-legged and I plopped on the ball jumping up and down.

"Hey," a girl said on the ball beside me.

I turned to see a girl who looked around my age sitting with a guy who looked to be a teen, too. She had very tan skin, and her hair was dark blond with brown highlights. She had it straightened and it went to about her shoulders.

The boy sitting beside her had very shaggy black curly hair, with light skin and chocolate brown eyes. They both had an air around them that just said that they were friendly.

"Hey," I said back.

Puck was looking off somewhere, not noticing me talking to this girl and the other guy was doing the same thing.

"My name is Zoey," she said holding out her hand.

When she moved I noticed she had a pink polka-dotted key hanging from a chain around her neck. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion over that, but I grabbed her hand and shook it.

"Sabrina," I told her.

"You look pretty young," she said giving me an once-over.

Well, I guess she's not the one to beat around the bush I respect that.

"I am pretty young, 17, you don't look old yourself," I said my eyebrows scowling.

"I'm not," she shrugged, "I'm 17, too."

"I'm glad someone else is here that's around my age," she laughed, "Everyone here is like in their late twenties or thirties, I was starting to feel like a slut."

I laughed with her.

"So what's your story, Sabrina?" she asked.

I raised my eyebrows that was bold.

"Well, uh, I went to a party, had too much to drink, woke up beside my best friend," I leaned my head toward Puck who was still oblivious to our conversation.

"Oh," she grimaced, "how unfortunate."

"Tell me about it," I laughed.

"Well, my boyfriend is the idiot who forgot to get protection," she said rolling her eyes. "Well," she said after a moment, "I guess I'm also the idiot who forgot the pill."

We both laughed again.

"Speaking of my boyfriend," she flicked the curly-headed boy beside her. He looked at Zoey his eyebrows raised in a question. "Chase, this is Sabrina, Sabrina, this is Chase."

"Hey," he said nodding to me.

"'Sup," I nodded back.

"And," I said turning and punching Puck in the arm.

"Ah! Sabrina!" he yelled.

"This is Puckimundo," I said smirking.

He rubbed his arm, glared at me, and then smiled at Zoey. Zoey and Chase laughed at our antics. She stuck her hand out to him.

"I'm Zoey," she said smiling and shaking Puck's hand.

"You can call me Puck," Freddie smiled back.

"So, you're pregnant, too?" Chase asked me.

We all gave him an incredulous look.

He looked really uncomfortable.

"Yeah, right, we're in a Lamaze Class, therefore, you are pregnant. Sorry, very stupid question," he blushed with embarrassment.

I laughed with Zoey. She smiled at Chase ruffled his hair and bent down and kissed his cheek. I found myself smiling at them, and then I found myself smiling at Puck and he was smiling back.

"Okay! Couples! Couples! It's time to start this week's class!" the bubbly voice of our instructor called.

My head snapped away from Puck and I tried to focus completely on her and not the way I wanted to kiss Puck like the way Zoey just kissed Chase.

"Alrighty, so do we have any new couples today?" she clapped her hands and looked around.

Puck don't raise your hand. Puck don't raise your hand. Puck don't-

Puck's hand raised unsurely up in the air. I groaned and rubbed my forehead. Our instructor spotted us (we were the only new couple grrreat).

"Oh yes! The young man and lady in the back!" she giggled. "Stand up and introduce yourselves!"

Suddenly every adult's eyes were on us, and my eyes widened and my mouth twisted into a scowl. Puck was on his feet unsteadily, smiling nervously at our audience. I groaned again and tried to make myself invisible.

"Sabrina," he whispered. I ignored him. "Sabrina, get up!"

He grabbed my arm and forced me up. I played with my hands uncomfortably.

"Hi, my name's Puck Goodfellow, and this is my-," he froze and then looked at me. I blushed, but I hope he couldn't see. "Uh this is Sabrina Grimm, the mother of my child."

Oh God! I mentally groaned. I know it would have made us look bad if he didn't say girlfriend or wife, but seriously? The "mother of my child"? Kill me. Just kill me now.

"Well great!" her bubbly voice went up into octaves only dogs could hear. "Welcome Sabrina and Puck, how about we give these new comers a great big, round of applause!"

Everyone started clapping and as Puck stood there like an idiot. I plopped on the ball and grabbed his arm, forcing him down with me.

After the applause died down she spoke again.

"Well my name is Jessica-," she grinned.

"Jessica is not even an option for a name for the baby, no matter what Red says." I whispered to Puck.

He laughed.

"-and I will be your instructor these next few exciting weeks," she shook her hands back and forth when she said "exciting".

I rolled my eyes for the millionth time.

"Now, I'll help you learn how to deal with the birth and the weeks leading up to the birth, now, who all is in their second trimester?" she asked looking around.

I lightly raised my hand, Zoey and a lot of other woman raised their hands, too.

"Great, great, any third trimesters?" she looked around again, her eyes bright with excitement.

One or two woman with swollen stomachs raised their hands.

"Great! Great! Almost time, huh?" she giggled like she just said the funniest thing in the world.

I choked back a gag.

"Okay, okay, now first let's go through the basics, pains and other difficulties. Any pains we'd like to bring up?"

"Well, my feet always hurting is a big pain in the ass," I said before I could stop the thought escaping my lips.

Puck shot me a look and everyone else burst into laughter. Jessica laughed uncomfortably a couple of times and waited until the laughter died down.

"Okay, well that's definetly a normal thing with pregnancy. The best thing is to keep off your feet for most of the time. If you need to be standing for long periods of time, make sure you trade out your weight on your feet, so you're not putting all your weight on both of your feet at the same time. It's also good to keep your feet elevated, when you're sleeping or if you're just sitting down."

She smiled and nodded at me. Well, she may look and sound like a complete bimbo idiot, but at least she gives good advice.

Another woman close to the front raised her hand.

"Yes?" Jessica asked looking at her.

"My lower back is hurting almost constantly," she complained rubbing her lower back for emphasis.

Jessica gave a little knowing smile.

"That is a big problem with pregnancies, but don't worry, I'll be teaching Dad some great massaging techniques that will be good for Mom and for Dad," she gave a cheeky smile and a wink.

My eyes widened. That didn't sound like a good idea at all.

"That's my favorite part," Zoey leaned over and whispered, winking.

I laughed nervously with her and gulped. I looked over to Puck who was wearing the same expression.

"Okay, well let's move onto the more technical stuff," she smiled.

For the next half hour she went into detail about the birthing process, what the fetus looks like each week, some technical terms we need to know, what to do about stretch marks, and she made us watch a video of a woman giving birth.

I had to stop watching. But even though I was looking at my legs with wide eyes I could still hear that poor woman's screams in my ear. Damn. It sounded like she was getting beaten with a meat cleaver. Puck couldn't even look because the camera view was of the actual birth. Full frontal. Dis-gust-ting.

He was blushing ear to ear. Ugh. I can't believe that's going to be me.

Finally after what seemed like hours, the movie ended and the little thing popped out all covered in gunk.

"Wasn't that just beautiful," Jessica sighed, clapping her hands together.

"Oh yeah, about as beautiful as my Aunt Myrtle and she-er-he is a transvestite," Chase muttered.

Zoey, Puck, and I busted into laughter.

"Alright," she said in a lower voice, "time to move onto the fun stuff!"

Oh God, that really didn't sound good!

"Okay, Mommas! On the mat! Dads behind the Moms!"

I gulped and my hands broke into a sweat. This is not good, nothing good will come from this! Puck's wide eyes told me he was freaking out just like I was. I looked at Zoey and Chase. Zoey was sitting cross-legged on the mat, Chase was sitting on his knees behind her.

"Sabrina! Sabrina!" Jessica's chirpy voice knocked me out of my trance.

I looked up at her.

"Since you guys are new, I'll help some," she grinned.

She told me to sit on the mat and I sat like Zoey and Puck sat behind me like Chase did.

"Okay, so start with the shoulders," she told Puck. "Be gentle, but firm enough for Mom to feel. Just do rubbing motions like this."

She did something with her hands, but I was too nervous to turn around. I felt Puck's shaky hands on the top of my shoulders. Then he started rubbing. I bit back a sigh. Dude, who knew he had like the perfect touch?

His fingers were quick, working out knots in my stressed shoulders, but so gentle and soft. Suddenly Jessica's annoying voice disappeared, along with the other couples and the yoga mats and exercise balls. All I could feel was Puck's wonderful hands.

My eyes fluttered closed, and sadly, I lost myself in him. Then his hands traveled down some to the middle of my back. He'd knead his fists softly, working on the knots there. Then he would his fingers would spread out and he'd rub softly.

Not only did I have to bite back a sigh, but I had to bite back a moan. Somewhere, deep, deep down I realized that I shouldn't be liking this-this much, but I could care less about that little voice telling me not to enjoy this.

Anyone who wouldn't enjoy this is completely retarded. Then his hands went down to my lower back, the center of all pain, and he worked his magic. Then all coherent thoughts were lost. I couldn't help the almost inaudible moan that escaped my lips, I just prayed to Jesus that Puck didn't hear.

After he did all he could do to my lower back, he moved back up again, all the way to my shoulders. I was vaguely aware that his body was a whole lot closer than it had been before. So close, in fact, that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

Once again, that tugging voice told me to elbow him in the gut and tell him to move the hell back, but I didn't. I couldn't. This was too amazing. After the constant internal battle over Puck in my mind these past few days, I needed a little time to just let it go.

After this amazing massage, I'll just go back to hating him I mean, it's easy. It comes so naturally, one little moment of letting go won't change anything

Then, Puck's hands were gone. The smile that had been on my face since the moment we started disappeared. My eyes lurched open and I had to shut them again at the unwelcome bright light. I wanted to turn around and ask him why the hell he stopped, but I didn't. I-I don't know what would happen if I talked, or even looked at him, now.

I didn't want to see what he looked like now, either. I'm afraid I don't think I'd be able to stay just friends with him if I did. And I'm too scared to change our friendship like that. So I didn't turn around, I just kept looking straight ahead.

"Alright!" Jessica's voice rang through, "I bet we have some happy Mommas right now, don't we?"

A couple Moms clapped. I swallowed and my hands went back to sweating.

"Great, well that's all for today, see you back here next Tuesday!"

People said their byes and got up to leave. I'm not really sure if I can move.

"Well, nice meeting you guys," Zoey and Chase walked up in front of us.

"Yeah, you too," I softly laughed.

"See you next week, we'll save you a spot," she gave us a wink, and walked away, Chase gave a little wave and followed her.

"Sabrina," Puck whispered. "Sabrina, we have to leave now."

I just nodded. I stood up and picked up my purse. I walked to the door of the room and continued out into the hall. I wasn't really sure if Puck was behind me or not. I was having an almost out of body experience, like I'm in a dream.

I felt really strange, especially towards Puck. Silence was good right now. Neither of us talked on the way to the elevator, down the elevator, into the lobby, outside, and finally in the car.

My hand reached for the ignition, my keys in my hand. Puck's hand intercepted mine. He put it on top of mine. All I did was stare at his hand.

"Sabrina, can we talk for a minute?" he asked softly.

"Sure," I whispered.

I tucked some of my blond wavy locks behind my ear. I gained some confidence and looked up at him I wished I didn't. I almost melted. He was looking at me with so much I don't know so much emotion, like he really loved- oh God

"Sabrina, I can't take it anymore, I really need to tell-," he started, grasping my hand.

"Puck," I stopped him. He looked at me in confusion. "Puck, just don't, okay? Please, not now."

I saw a flash of hurt cross his face and I felt a stab in my gut. I didn't want to hurt him, but I had to I can't. I can't change everything we've had.

He opened his mouth to say something.

"Please," I begged.

He bit his lip, but nodded. We both knew what he was going to say. I'm not ready, I'm not sure if I'll ever be.

I turned to the road with watery eyes, and pulled out of the parking lot. We drove home in silence. I wanted to cry very badly. I couldn't, though. I know I said it was next to impossible to control my hormones, but it wasn't hormones this time.

I think I need to puke.

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Luv ya'lls! ~Roxanne