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"So?" asks Dean as he wraps his arms around my waist as we stand in the doorway of our brand new apartment. We got lucky the day we went apartment searching with my dad we found a beautiful and spacious 2 bedroom apartment with a kitchen with a dishwasher, washer and dryer, a spacious living room but not much more than that. It's in the better part of town and it will only be $800 a month; $400 from Dean and $400 from my dad plus we pay for all the utilities. "How do you like it?" he asks as I look around our living room. We don't have much which isn't surprising for two 17 year olds. I see a love seat in the middle of the living room looking at our 25 inch box TV sitting on the beige carpet with a DVD player connected to it and since we are on a limited budget we have no cable but lucky for us we have a nice DVD collection to keep us busy and give us something to watch. Next to our black leather love seat is a wooden stand with a lamp on it. It looks cozy but not the idea of what I had for my first place to live without my dad.
"It's okay," I say, "it needs some work, like we need some pictures for these white walls, maybe an entertainment center but it will start looking more like a home when we have baby stuff in the living room. It just needs that touch with the pictures. We should get our pictures taken together to hang up on the wall to show we are a family."
"I can work with that," he says with a smile before he kisses my neck softly. "We'll turn it into a home," he says with a smile. "Come with me," he says.
"Okay," I say as he takes my hand and leads me to our small kitchen. I smile as I see our baby's sonogram pictures hanging on the refrigerator along with a calendar marked for when the rent is due this month and my doctor appointments. "I like the fridge, Dean. I love the sonogram picture."
"I figured you would and look," he says opening the fridge, "we have food!" I smile as I see the fridge filled with bottled waters, juice and milk. Fruits and vegetables are in one drawer and the other drawer is filled with lunch meats and cheeses. I smile as I see my favorite yogurt sitting on the second shelf and condiments on the door. "And we have some stuff in the freezer too," he says with a smile as he opens the freezer to show me my favorite kind of ice-cream; Mint chocolate chip along with some strawberry and vanilla. There are frozen dinners and frozen pancakes and waffles in there as well. He closes the door and starts to open the cabinets, "and we have some cereal, pastas, Ramen noodles, cup of noodles and all that stuff."
"You went grocery shopping?" I ask.
"Yes," he says with a smile. "I had some cash and decided to hit the store. I also picked us up some pots, pans, silverware, cups, plates and bowls. I figured they would be important. And in that drawer are menus for the take out restaurants in the area in case we want to order out."
"Dean," I say with a smile as I wrap my arms around him. "You're the best."
"I told you I would take care of you and the baby," he says with a smile as his arms snake around my waist. "We could use a little more furniture like a kitchen table but we're doing all right for now."
"I think we are too," I say with a smile. "I love you."
"I love you too," he says with a smile. "You're so beautiful," he says. "Let's check out the bedroom."
"Let's," I say with a smile before he picks me up into his arms as I wrap my legs around his waist. "And you know the best part of all this?"
"What?" he asks with a smile as I play with his hair.
"No parents we can do whatever we want as long as we follow my dad's rules."
"I know," he says with a smile. "Like I can make love to you as much as I want, for as long as I want without worrying about your dad or my mom walking in on us," he says with a smile before I kiss his soft lips. I run my tongue against his lips as he parts them granting me access inside of his mouth. My tongue finds his as I hear our bedroom door open and then shut behind us as I make love to his tongue possessing and owning his mouth as I run my fingers through his soft hair. He lays me down on our bed gently as he covers my body with his as our kiss grows more passionate and more intimate. I feel his hand on my hip as he rubs it softly under my shirt. I smile against his lips as his hand makes its way up to my breast. "What did the doctor say about sex? Is it safe for us to still have sex?"
"It's very safe," I say with a smile before we share another passionate kiss.
"Good because I want you, Ana," he says before he kisses me again. He pulls me up gently breaking our kiss and lifts my shirt over the top of my head and tosses it to the floor as I take my hands up his shirt rubbing my hands over his perfect abs and through his chest hair before I lift his shirt over the top of his head. I throw it to the floor before he lays me down gently and his lips make their way to my neck. Softly kissing and nibbling my neck as I moan out in pleasure. "Ana, you're so beautiful. Your skin is so soft and smooth," he says as his hands take control of my body running over every inch of me. His lips make their way down to my neck to my collar bone and slowly to my breasts. He kisses around my breasts softly massaging one while kissing the other. I moan out at his touch. He makes his way to my other breast with his lips and his hand finds my breast before he makes his way down my body, kissing my swollen stomach. "I love you, Ana," he says.
"I love you too," I say as I squirm as his kisses trail lower and reach the top of my shorts. With ease he pulls my shorts down slowly exposing my purple lace underwear. He parts my legs after he softly runs his hands up my long smooth legs. His lips laying soft kisses on my inner thigh making me want him. "Dean," I say as I feel his thumbs slide into my panties as he slides them off. His soft lips find my sex and he kisses it softly before spreading my legs further apart. I moan out as I feel his tongue on the opening of my sex and his lips softly sucking it. I moan out as I feel his fingers slowly rub my clit. His tongue making love to me keeping pace with his fingers. "Dean," I say breathless as my fingers make circles in his hair. His perfect movements of his tongue quickly fill my body with ecstasy bringing me closer to my climax. His tongue and fingers move faster as he makes love to me with his long tongue. I can't control it anymore, my body quakes my knees weakening as they tremble, a moan of pleasure escapes my lips as I find my release.
Dean sits up and starts to unbuckle his belt. He stands up and unbuttons his pants pulling them down slowly as I watch him. His eyes meet mine as he pulls his briefs down exposing his erection. "I want you on top," he says to me.
"Me on top? I've never been on top," I say.
"I'll guide you," he says as he lays on his back. He pulls me to him gently, kissing my lips softly before I straddle him. "It's going to hurt a little more than usual and I'm going to be deeper. We'll go slow," he says.
"Okay," I say nervously.
"Put your hands on my chest," he says, "balance yourself."
"Okay," I say as I place my hands on his firm chest and his hands find my hips.
He guides me over his erection as I gently lower myself onto it. I wince as I feel him sliding into me. Taking him inch by inch, him going deeper the lower I go. "That's it, Ana," he says as I take as much of him as I can take. "We're going to do this slow," he says softly. "Slow," he says. I nod at him as I start to move as he guides me slowly. I move slowly, rocking slow, riding him slowly. The pain starts to turn into pleasure the more I move. His breaths are heavy, his chest heaving as I continue my movements. I pick up my pace as he guides me as I hear moans of pleasure escaping from his lips. "God, Ana," he says as he closes his eyes. "Keep going." I smile as I continue moving as the passion builds and the ecstasy and pleasure building in our bodies. I moan out in pleasure as I feel my climax building from my stomach. My body starts to tremble and my knees weaken as I continue my movements. Dean meets my movements with his. The pleasure tearing through my body and I find my release with a cry of Dean's name as I release myself around his erection. "Ana," he says as I feel his body tremble beneath mine, his erection growing larger he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me down to him. "FUCK ANA," He says as he finds his release firing his hot seed deep into me. His lips find mine and he kisses me softly and passionately as he empties himself into me. He holds me close to him as I hear his heart beating in his chest and feel his chest rise and fall beneath me. "I love you, Ana."
"I love you too," I say as I look down at him and stare into his blue eyes. "You're so cute," I say with a smile as I take my hand over his face.
"Thanks," he says with a small laugh. "You're beautiful," he says with a smile.
"Thank-you," I say with a smile.
"I never knew I was capable of being loved, Ana," he says as he quickly rolls me over onto my back and stares down into my dark brown eyes. "Until I met you, you make me see the better things in life and you give me the hope I need to be who I want to be. I love you so much."
He leans down and kisses my lips softly. "I love you," I say with a smile. "We're going to make this work."
"I'm doing my best but I think you're right, we're going to make this work. I want to make love to you again, Ana, and then again after that. I want to show you how much I love you."
"I have no complaints," I say as I rub the stubble on his jaw. "You can make love to me as much as you want."
"I'm glad you feel that way," he says with a smile. "How about we don't do anything else today except lay in bed and enjoy each other?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," I say with a smile.
"Me too," he says before he lowers himself down to me and his lips find mine as he starts to make love to me over and over again and that's where we spend the rest of our day in bed making love to one another. It was the perfect way to spend the afternoon before we go back to school after an enjoyable spring break.
THE NEXT MORNING:
"It smells good in here," says Dean as he walks into the kitchen wearing his famous black t-shirt, his dark blue jeans and his leather jacket, his hair still wet from his shower.
"I made us pancakes for breakfast," I say with a smile.
"Thanks," he says as he greets me with a kiss. "Are you ready to go back to school today?"
"I guess," I say as I shrug my shoulder and flip a pancake. "I'm just ready for the summer. Did you still want to go to the beach this summer?"
"I would love that," he says with a smile. "I've never gone to the beach before. I want to put my feet in the sand and put my feet in the water. What beach did you have in mind?"
"The closest beach to us is Virginia Beach. We could go there."
"Sounds good to me," he says with a smile. "Do you know how beautiful you look?" he asks. "You're glowing." I smile as I flip another pancake. "You're blushing," he says as I can feel him watching me. I did notice my natural glow this morning as I was getting dressed in a mint green and light blue plaid shirt, blue jeans and braiding my hair to the side. Pregnancy definitely agrees with me. "I have a meeting with the guidance counselor today."
"Really? What's that about?" I ask.
"I'm not sure," he says as he gets the butter out of the refrigerator along with a gallon of milk. "He just wants to talk to me. The last time I talked to him he told me I was on the verge of failing 11th grade."
"Oh," I say, "I'm sure you're not failing 11th grade. I've seen your grades you're doing amazing."
"I guess," he says, "but if I pass 11th grade then what? You're having the baby in October. That only gives me a couple months in our senior year before I have to drop out."
"No one said you have to drop out," I say, "you can still go to school. I talked to my old nanny Tara since my dad fired her she's looking for some work and she offered to be our nanny for our baby."
"A nanny?" he asks. "I'm not cool with the whole nanny talk. We just need a babysitter."
"Well, that's practically the same thing," I say, "but she's willing to be our nanny or babysitter while we're in school. She would work for us 7-3 every day and she's a really good nanny. I loved her and my brother and sister loved her. She's really good with kids and she's only charging us $180 a week to take care of our baby."
"$180 a week?" he asks, "on top of electric payments, rent, groceries and the baby that's a lot of money. If it was less I would say yes but that's nearly $200 a week. Can she do $120 a week?"
"I don't know. I can talk to her but that's cutting it cheap. My dad was paying her $350 a week so $180 is actually a big dip than what she's used to. She will do all sorts of things with the baby. She'll take it to the library, playdates and all that fun stuff."
"I don't know, Ana. I'll think about it."
"I think it's a good idea," I say as I put 2 pancakes on two plates. "I mean if you want to stay in school I think you should take it. And I need to talk to the guidance counselor."
"Why?"
"Because with my grades I am eligible to do half day at high school and do half day at a community college. I would go to school in the morning take my 4 core classes and then go to college to take my introductory courses. That could knock a whole year off of college for me so I would only have to do 3 years instead of 4 years. I've been thinking about it. It's easier that way."
"Sounds like a good idea," he says. "And I am trying to do Co-op next year if I am eligible that's something else I need to talk to Mr. Ramos about today. I could do half my day at school and do half my day at work that way I will be able to do both."
"See?" I say, "now you're thinking. I think this is the best way to go for both of us."
"Me too," he says. "And I do like the nanny idea. I am sure I can make the money to pay for a nanny."
"Well, I am also planning on teaching at dance class to make some extra money. I don't want it all to fall on you, Dean. I talked to Madame Giselle when I told her I was pregnant. She told me I can still dance but she offered me a couple of the little girls classes to teach in the evening. I'll be teaching dance class three or four nights a week. The baby will be able to come to the studio with me when it's born. She is offering to pay me $10 an hour for 3 hours each night so that's at least $90-$120 a week. That averages out to about $360-$480 a month before taxes but still it's a decent amount that could help out a little in the apartment and with the baby."
"Sounds good," he says, "see? We're going to make this work. We don't need your dad or my mom to help us. We are doing this on our own."
"Yeah," I say with a smile before we go into the living room to eat our breakfast, "and maybe we can buy a kitchen table to eat at."
"That's the next thing on my list. How about you make a list of what we need and I see what I can do."
"Okay," I say with a smile. "Sounds like a plan to me."
DEAN's POINT OF VIEW:
I am pacing outside of my guidance counselor's office waiting to meet him. I don't know what he's going to say to me. Last time I was here he told me I was close to failing 11th grade. I hope that this meeting goes a lot better. "Mr. Ambrose," says Mr. Ramos as he opens the door. I take a deep breath as I walk into his office. He shuts the door behind us and motions for me to take a seat. "Well, Mr. Ambrose," he says rounding his desk and picking up my file. "I have to say I am greatly impressed by your academic progress as well as your attendance."
"Is it good?" I ask.
"It's amazing," he says as he takes a seat. "I am impressed, Mr. Ambrose. In the last few months you've brought up all your grades from F's and D's up to A's and B's. Your academic standing is looking very good right now. If you keep this up in the final marking period it looks like you'll be going into 12th grade and graduating on time with your class. You won't have to do summer school this year either if you can keep your grades up. Let me be clear when colleges look at high school transcripts the last two quarters of junior year and the first two quarters of senior year is what they look at if you keep this up, Mr. Ambrose you could get into some really good schools."
"Really?" I ask with a smile. "So I'm not failing anymore?"
"No," he says with a smile. "you're doing very well and I've talked to your teachers. They said your behavior has improved. You're participating more in class, you're handing in your homework and you're doing very well on your quizzes and tests. It's like you've completely turned around. As of right now in the final quarter you are passing with straight A's and a perfect in English class. Your attendance record is flawless right now. You've only missed a couple days in the last quarter but you're going to class. I don't know what motivated you or got you to this point but keep it up."
"Thank-you," I say with a smile. "So you think I can go to college?"
"I wouldn't see why not with grades like this I'm sure you could get into some good schools. Do you have any colleges in mind that you would like to pursue?"
"I don't know," I say, "I never really thought about college. I just always thought I would graduate high school maybe go into the marines or just go find a job. I never thought about college. I would like to go to some school in New York or California."
"Well, I can give you a list of schools to look at if you want."
"That would be great. Do you have any brochures?"
"I do," he says with a smile. "I can give those to you too. Did you think about taking your SAT's this fall?"
"No," I say.
"Well, it's important that you do because colleges take your SAT scores into consideration. I mean you're doing very well, Mr. Ambrose. I'm proud of you. I told you that you could do this."
"Thank-you," I say with a smile. "I do have a question."
"Sure," he says.
"I am in a situation where I need to earn some money, I need to work but I'm not entirely sure I want to drop out of school especially now but is there a way that next year I could do Co-op? You know come to school in the morning take my four main classes and then go to work in the afternoon? Is that possible?"
"That's very possible. If you're interested in doing Co-op I can give you the paper work and I can give you the information. I think you can do that."
"I'm interested it will help my girlfriend and me out a lot. I have another question."
"Okay," he says.
"My girlfriend and I ended up in a situation. A situation where she's pregnant is there anything that we can do at school to help us out like any daycare rooms or something?"
"At this time we don't exactly have a daycare here. I can suggest some daycares in the area that aren't really expensive. I know we have a couple students in the school that send their child there. Did you look into childcare network?"
"I am," I say.
"Well, they can pay your daycare costs. I would look into that. Are you talking about Anastasia Bennett?"
"You know Ana's situation?"
"Yes," he says, "we were talking about it a couple weeks ago before you went on Spring Break. She's a smart girl, Dean and she loves you very much. I hope you feel the same way about her."
"I do love her," I say. "We're making this work. It's going to be tough but we have plans."
"That's good," he says, "you need plans."
"Do you think we can both still go to college and graduate while being parents?"
"Anything is possible, Mr. Ambrose. You two are both intelligent, hardworking and smart so I see you being able to go to college and complete college. Some colleges actually offer help to mothers and fathers. I believe that you both can do this. It's just going to take a lot of extra work but you two seem to have a plan figured out. That helps."
"Thank-you, Mr. Ramos."
"You're welcome, Dean. I am very proud of you. Ana is good for you. Don't ever give her up without fight and take care of her."
"I plan to and you're right," I say, "Ana is the best thing to ever happen to me. I should get going. I have math class."
"All right," he says with a smile as we stand up. "I'll get you the Co-op information and I'll get you the college information as well as the daycares. Stop by to see me at the end of the day and I'll give it to you before you leave."
"Thanks," I say. "Thanks a lot."
"You're welcome, Dean. You can do this. Just remember that."
"I will," I say before I shake his hand. I walk out of his office smiling. For the first time in years I am passing school and I can possibly go to college. No one in my family has ever been told they could go to college. I let out a breath of relief and make my way to my math class.
*A/N: What do you think of their apartment? What do you think of their plans as far as work and school go? Do you think that will work while having a baby? What do you think of them having a nanny for the baby? What did you think of Dean's meeting with the guidance counselor? Do you think he is going to go to college now knowing he has a chance? Do you think Ana has been his motivation for his well-doing and his academic improvement? Do you agree with Dean that Ana is the best thing to ever happen to him? What do you think the guidance counselor and Ana talked about? Please reivew and thank-you for reading.