You know those things that you spend your whole childhood wishing would just come? Things like loosing your baby teeth, or going to the prom. They're these almost unattainable things that seem like they take forever to show up. The one I always treasured was graduation. It was this ceremonial thing that was so important for some reason that no one could really define. All through high school it seemed like graduation would never come. But mine really snuck up on me.

Graduation day was such a big deal. It was going to be the first time I would see a lot of people since Grace was born. My mom bought me a new black dress. It was very simple, knee-length, but really pretty. I had thankfully lost almost all my baby weight, and thanks to sleeping better my complexion was not so pale and tired. Sean came over at about eleven on that Sunday afternoon to help me with Grace so I could get ready. He was dressed in a nice pair of pants and a blue polo shirt, to be honest I was quite impressed. He put her in this little pink spring dress and lacy booties my mom had bought. I wasn't a big fan of her looking so prissy, and Sean wasn't either. But my mom had picked it out and her opinion was apparently the most important. Grace was almost five weeks old, and it amazed me how much she grew every day. She responded to my voice now, and I thought that was the most special, amazing thing. She knew who I was, and I just loved that.

We set off for Degrassi at one-thirty; me with my cap and gown folded carefully in my arms, my mom with her video camera and Kleenex, and Sean, all dressed up with Grace in her baby carrier. At the school everyone was bustling around, I had to go to the cafeteria to get in my place, which left poor Sean to go sit with my mother. Sean told me later that she had snatched Grace's carrier from him and walked proudly from parent to parent introducing her lovely granddaughter. Sean took her back right before it started and sat toward the back of the gym in case he had to slip out with her.

Then, at two o'clock all of the Degrassi class of 2006 started filing into the gym. The obscene amount of cameras that were flashing was kind of insane. I sat patiently through Marco's speech about everyone going on to bigger and better things. All of my friends were going off to great universities, to make something of themselves. And I was going back to my house, to live with my mother, and try to be one at the same time. It was the first time I was actually disappointed in myself. I wanted to go to university, I always had. But right now it just wasn't an option.

When Mr. Raditch finally called my name I wasn't sure how to feel. But I smiled and walked across the stage, he handed me my diploma and I looked out at the crowd. Toward the front my mom was standing near Ashley's mom, both of them taking pictures furiously. But back toward the doors I saw Sean, leaning against the back wall, with Grace gently over his left shoulder. He smiled at me, and for that split second I was really proud of myself. I was a teen mom, and I was graduating high school. I had done something that a lot of girls in my situation didn't do.

Afterwards everyone mingled in the gym a while. Sean got bum rushed by all my friends, and people I don't necessarily like who wanted to see the baby. I got caught talking to Ashley's mom, she told me she missed me and asked me all about being a mommy. Ash's mom was such a wonderful lady. She supported Ashley through everything and had been through so much herself. She was very inspirational, and the kind of mom that I hoped I would become. Paige Michalchuck tapped my shoulder and told me that I had the most beautiful kid she had ever seen. And once again, I was very proud.

I made my way to the back of the gym where Sean had been standing, and I saw Emma Nelson standing next to him. She was cooing over grace with her hand resting on Sean's shoulder. I felt a surge of jealousy rush through my body; I hated her at that moment. And I can't even remember talking to the girl even once in my life. Maybe it was because she had a past with Sean, and something always had told me that he loved her most. That he always would, no matter what. Although Sean didn't really belong to me anymore, she just wasn't allowed to touch him like that. I walked quickly toward them, sporting my best smile.

"Hey, Ellie! You have the most beautiful little girl ever." Emma smiled

I walked to Sean's side, "Thanks," I smiled, then I turned to Sean, "hey" I kissed him right on the lips. Then I slipped my arm through his, smiling naturally.

His eyes were wide, and he looked very confused. He kept his face toward me and I looked over at Emma.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled playfully, "I'll leave you guys alone, congrats!"

And then she disappeared into the crowd. I looked at Sean, and the look in his eyes told me he wasn't happy. "What the hell was that?"

"What?" I acted completely innocent

He scoffed, "you're jealous that I was talking to Emma aren't you?"

"I am not" I turned the other way, and picked the baby carrier up off the ground, "you ready to go?"

I started toward the door but Sean caught my arm with his free hand. "No, we really need to talk El."

Just then, Grace started squirming in Sean's arms. I could tell from the sounds of her initial whines that she was about to start screaming. I shoved the empty carrier in Sean's free hand and took her from him, "she's hungry, and needs to go to sleep. Go find my mom, I'll be at the car" I said walking toward the door, gently bouncing Grace in my arms.

"We're not done Ellie" he said, and I continued walking, "we're talking when you get home!" he called after me

On the car ride home, I tried to stay busy with Grace so that I wouldn't have to look at Sean. I couldn't possible explain what I had done back in the gym. Or more importantly what I had been doing for almost ten months.

When we finally got back to the house, after what felt like a million years, I made a b-line for the kitchen to make a bottle for Grace. My mom went right back out to the drugstore to get the pictures from that day developed as soon as she possibly could. And Sean just sat patiently on the couch, waiting to talk to me. I admired his persistence; he sat perfectly relaxed for almost two hours while I kept finding things to do, even after I had put Grace to bed.

After I had loaded the dishwasher the second time, I was getting annoyed with myself. I did need to talk to Sean, and he was going to talk to me no matter how long I avoided him. I stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, wiping my damp hands with a dishrag. Sean was sitting at the end of the couch, his arm around the back of it. He patted his hand on the cushion next to him, I sighed and tossed the rag on the counter, then crossed through the living room to replace Sean's hand with my behind.

"Ok, what?" I asked, sounding annoyed

He turned his head toward me, "Ellie, what is going on with us?" his voice was genuine and sweet

I turned away and shrugged, "I don't know"

"I know, it's weird because of Grace and all," he began, "but if she wasn't around, would we still speak to each other?"

"That isn't fair Sean" I pleaded, "I don't know what would have happened, things change!"

"Fine then," he got serious, "do you have feelings for me Ellie?"

"Of course I do, you're the father of my child!"

"No," he stopped me, "that isn't part of it. Do you want to be with me? Do you want to be an "us" again?"

I stared at him a moment, unable to gather my thoughts. I really didn't know how I felt about Sean, I couldn't be sure. The baby had messed it all up, I was confusing feelings that I had for Sean and feelings I had for my daughter's father.

"I can't do this Sean, I just…" I jumped up off the couch and hurried back to my room. I shut the door behind me and saw my beautiful little girl sleeping peacefully in the corner of the room. I had really done it now, there wasn't a way I was going to get Sean back in my life, in a romantic sense again. I did have feelings for him, I just couldn't tell if they were the right ones. I tiptoed over to the bassinet and reached in to touch her tiny face. Tears began welling up in my eyes, "well baby, it looks like it's just us now"

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A/N: alrighty, time to clear some things up. I've gotten a lot of reviews wondering about what ship this story will be sailing on.

I personally have no commitment to either Sellie or Semma…I am only committed to Sean

When I first wrote this story it was only going to be about Sean, but then I figured that Ellie would need some say too

Regardless, I promise this is a good story, and the die-hard Sellie fans need to keep reading…this story is going somewhere I don't think any of you suspect

Review if you still love me