Please keep reviewing, your comments and suggestions really make my day! I promise the baby will be born eventually, I just am really enjoying writing Mola's pregnancy storyline right now and don't want to rush it. Here's a slight time jump though xx

Best Mistake

A few weeks had passed since Miles and Lola officially got together. Lola was just over six months along now. She hated looking at herself in the mirror these days-- she'd gained 15 pounds and her belly stuck out in every outfit she wore. She still got stares around school. Some days it didn't bother her much. Other days it did.

"I can't even fit into my desk anymore," Lola complained to Miles one day after school as they walked hand in hand to his car. "It's so embarrassing."

"Well," Miles said, putting his arm around her. He was carrying her books in his other hand-- he always insisted on getting everything for her. "I think you're the cutest."

Lola groaned. "More like fattest," she muttered, dodging his cheek kiss. She just felt gross.

"Hey, don't talk like that," Miles scolded her, planting a peck on her cheek anyway. "You're beautiful." He opened the car door for her and helped her get in.

"I know what will cheer you up," he said, starting the engine. "Let's go get ice cream."

Lola made a face. "No," she said, rubbing her stomach, which felt like it was getting bigger by the minute. "I don't want to gain any more weight."

Miles shook his head at her. "You do realize you're pregnant, don't you?"

Lola rolled her eyes. "No, really?" she said sarcastically. She clutched her stomach and groaned.

"What?" Miles said, panicky all of a sudden. They were still sitting in the school parking lot. "What's the matter?"

Lola closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, massaging her stomach. "Contractions," she muttered, grimacing.

That really got Miles in a panic. "Oh my god, are you having the baby right now?" he cried, reaching for her hand.

Lola swatted his hand away. "What? No!" she said. "They're just practice contractions. My doctor said they're called like, Braxton Hicks or something." She opened her eyes, relaxing a little. "I think that one's done."

Miles let out a deep breath. "Is that... is that normal?"

Lola nodded. "Yes," she muttered, draping her arm over her forehead. She had heartburn again and was starting to get a headache. "Honestly Miles, what are you doing during these doctor appointments? Playing Gameboy?"

Miles glared at her. "Okay, I take back my ice cream offer."

Lola sighed. "I'm sorry," she said, leaning into him. "I don't mean to take everything out on you." She kissed him, then sighed again. "I'm just so sick of being pregnant," she said, holding her stomach. "But I still have three whole months to go." She groaned. "How am I gonna survive?"

Miles kissed her forehead. "By insulting me, of course," he laughed, stroking her hair.

Lola rolled her eyes, but leaned further into him, resting on his chest. "Mhmm," she said. She smiled all of a sudden. "Wait. I know what we should do."

"What's that?" Miles asked, still running his fingers through her hair.

Lola sat up. "Let's go shopping for baby clothes!" she said, suddenly excited.

Miles groaned. "Isn't that the type of thing you do with Frankie and Shay?"

Lola frowned. "You're the father."

Miles started the car up again. He knew better than to argue with his pregnant girlfriend. "Alright, alright, fine," he muttered.

They ended up at a department store in the mall. Miles felt awkward-- no under thirty was in the baby clothes section. But Lola seemed happy, and that was all he really cared about.

"Look at this," Lola cooed, picking up a tiny pink onesie with flowers on it.

Miles made a face. "We still don't know if it's a boy or a girl," he reminded her.

Lola sighed, putting the onesie back. "Fine," she admitted. "But if it turns out to be a girl, you're totally buying that for us."

Miles laughed. He picked up a plain, little red onesie. "What about this?" he said, holding it up.

"Aww," Lola cried, snatching it from him. She cradled the onesie like it was a baby. "Just picture our baby in this little outfit."

Miles laughed. "Well, we're going to need a lot more clothes than that." He pulled out a credit card from his wallet. "Luckily, my mom lent me this."

Lola's eyes widened. "She gave you money for the baby?"

"Yeah, she came around," Miles said, smiling. "It's not for free, though. I'm doing some paperwork for my dad on the weekends in exchange. I can work from home, so it doesn't require me seeing him."

Lola leaned in and kissed him. "I love you," she whispered.

Miles hugged her tight. "I love you too," he said. "Now, what do you say we do some shopping?"

An hour later, they walked out with a shopping cart full of clothes, diapers, bottles, and toys.

"Man," Lola said. "Our kid's going to be spoiled."

Miles laughed, pushing the cart. "Of course. He's a Hollingsworth."

"Or she," Lola reminded him.

"Right," Miles smiled. He finished loading the bags into his car. "Hey, I'm starving. Want to grab something to eat?"

"Only if you let me pay," Lola agreed, smiling. They walked to the food court where Miles ordered two slices of pepperoni pizza and Lola ordered two quarts of chow mein, a bowl of lemon chicken, and a side of fried rice.

"Geez," Miles laughed, watching her devour her food. "You're sure you've only got one baby in there, right?"

"Trust me, I'd be way bigger if it were twins," Lola laughed. She put her chopsticks down. "So much for not gaining any more weight."

Miles shrugged. "You're pregnant. You can do whatever you want."

Lola shook her head, taking another bite of chow mein. "That's what you think," she muttered. "I've practically been on lock down since I told my dad about the baby. 9 pm curfew, no phone calls on weeknights, no TV in my room."

Miles looked at her sadly. It didn't seem fair that she was being punished. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

Lola shrugged back. "It is what it is," she said. Her attention shifted across the food court. "Oh my gosh, look at that adorable baby."

Miles grinned. "Yeah," he muttered. It weirded him out a little to look at babies. It still seemed unbelievable that they were going to have their own in just a couple of months.

Lola sipped her drink. "What do you think our baby will look like?" she mused.

"Well," Miles said. "Between the two of us, I expect it to be gorgeous." He laughed. "But if it comes out with blue hair, I might cry."

Lola rolled her eyes. "With how tall you are, it's probably going to feel like I'm pushing a watermelon out of me."

"Yeah, I was a nine-pound baby," Miles said.

"Aaagh," Lola cried, running her hands over her stomach. Her face changed all of a sudden, looking upset. "I'm so nervous, Miles."

Miles squeezed her hand. "You're going to be fine," he assured her. "And I'll be right there with you the entire time."

Lola sighed. "It's not just that," she said. "How do I even know if I'm going to be a decent mom? It's not like I have one to model myself after."

Miles bit his lip. "Same with my dad," he muttered. He squeezed Lola's hand tighter. "I guess we'll just have to wing it," he laughed.

Lola burst into laughter. "Oh my god, Miles," she cried. "That's terrible."

Miles shook his head, still grinning. "Come on," he said, standing up. "Let's go sort through all these baby clothes."

Lola grabbed his hand and stood up, clutching her stomach. "Let's wing it," she laughed.