Nudge's POV

"I want you out of my house at the end of the month if possible," Anne, my foster mother told me, looking sad but decided.

"Could I ask why?" I asked, curious.

"You know why," she answered, looking down at my stomach in a longing for her own. "If you really can't find another person to live with, then you can stay."

I nodded. "Anne, I…well, are you going to contact social services?" I asked her.

"Of course not, I don't know for sure that you'll end up in a good home," she reasoned. "But if you have a friend that you could-

There was a knock on the door, postponing this conversation for hopefully a minute or two before I told her that I was living with my best friend's brother in his apartment. Oh, and I might get to mention the fact that he wasn't actually the baby's father.

Anna looked at me with exasperation and relief at the same time. How could someone feel those two emotions at the same time?

"Is Nudge here?" I heard a familiar voice ask at the door after she opened it.

"Why yes, she is here," Anne gave me away.

She turned at the door, giving me a look that told me I had a lot of explaining to do. Of course I did.

Iggy.

That was confusing enough in itself.

Sorry if this chapter was a bit disapointing...my creativity is totally drained this weekend.

He used to be a player before apparently changed into a 'responsible' young whippersnapper. There was reason for it too. His eyes were the deepest blue that you have ever seen in your life. His blonde hair blended perfectly with his beach tan. If you want a good idea of what he looks like; he looks like a younger version of Alex Pettyfer (a/n that's actually who I hopes plays Iggy in the movie :D).

Except, just better looking.

I was a pregnant outcast that had never been popular. If I were popular, then a guy like Iggy might have been my friend. But Anne didn't know that Iggy was Max's brother.

"Hey…Iggy," I greeted him hesitantly, waving at him, but not taking another step towards the door.

He smiled warmly, walking in and kissing me on the cheek.

Anne stood shocked at the door, staring at the two of us.

"And who might Iggy be?" She looked at both of us for an explanation.

"Well, Nudge didn't want to shock you, but I'm the father of the baby."

Anne and I gaped at him.

"The what?" We both asked together.

Anne was to involved in her own shock that i could easily conceal my own from her, even though I had been living with her for the past three almost four years.

"So, Nudge is going to be living with you?" She asked him, looking at him cautiously. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Iggy glanced at me and spoke before I had the chance to protest.

"Of course it is, I mean I want to be a family," he gave me a look that told me to shut up. Where else was I going to go exactly? "I want to live with my son or daughter, along with their mother."

"Are you two…together?" Anne asked, noticing our lack of closeness.

Iggy shrugged.

"Not really," I answered. "But…

"…that could always change," he finished for me. "We just want to have our baby and then we'll figure it out."

Anne narrowed her eyebrows in suspicion. "How old are you Iggy?" She asked.

"Eighteen."

Technically, it was illegal for an 'adult' to have sex with a minor in our state, but Iggy would have been seventeen during our fake conception. Right? I didn't know when his birthday was, but I was pretty sure it was some time in the early spring, before I got pregnant, in January.

"Ah, um…as long as Nudge is sixteen before she has the baby, you two should be completely fine as long as you have a steady income as well as a daycare service," she explained.

I shrank down in my seat.

Iggy smiled. "Oh, don't worry about the income, I've got the money taken care of."

I looked at him. In all the time we had spent together in the last month, I had no idea what he actually did for a living. Whoever was his employer was, he was compliant at least to his requests for time off. And he paid well, at the looks of his apartment. What exactly had Iggy been doing while he was gone?

"That's great," Anne still wasn't too srue of the situation, but was feeling better and better about it by the minute.

"I know this is a lot to ask from you, but could you hold off for a couple weeks until she comes to live with me?" He requested. "I want to surprise her with an amazing room for her and the baby."

The look on Anne's face when she heard him was yet again even more priceless.

"Yeah, that's fine with me, as long as you take good care of Nudge," she bargained.

"Oh, believe me, I will take very good care of Nudge," he assured, putting his arm around me. "Very good care."