AN: I have five more chapters until the season finale, ya'll! I'm overwhelmed with this season coming to the end...even though nobody wants to comment or vote so I guess I'm writing this for just me... :( so enjoy whoever is reading this...Ghostreaders...the least you could do is comment...these chapters don't magically appear on the internet, there's a real person writing and working really hard to give some freaking awareness to Cerebral Palsy.

You may not believe me that I do struggle with this disability every damn day and the only time I don't struggle or feel like it's a lot is when I'm writing. Go ahead and bash me if you like, I don't care. Bayley is based off of me because like her, I have a mild case of Cerebral Palsy. If you have an issue, my private message is open and or don't even read...

I needed to vent...

Saturday, August 7, 2049

Brayden's P.O.V.

After talking to my mom and dad a few days ago, I texted Reagan to meet me at my house so we could talk about our options that we still have about the baby. I know I don't want to have Reagan go through an abortion if she feels like she couldn't handle that kind of pain, but I can't physically force her to go through the pregnancy if she feels like it's not the right time for us to be having a baby.

I also don't hate the idea of adoption. I mean if that's what we think is the best for us and the baby, I won't be against it. She or he would be going to a perfect family who could take care of her better than we could. I want to give my child the best life, but can I actually do that if I'm a teenager? Reagan and I could go to college like normal teenagers if we give our child up for adoption.

Keeping the baby would mean I'd have to get a job somewhere and I don't think it would be any good hourly wage at all. I want to go to college someday, but I'd have to give that dream up or do online classes for an education. Saving for a baby is going to be hard as a teenager. I have no idea how Taylor pulled it all off in a nine month time frame. He must have been so stressed during that time Rawlings was in Bayley's belly.

Reagan is currently 9 weeks pregnant and we have to decide on something soon. She's been feeling sick and nauseous everyday and I feel so bad for her. I was drinking some water when I heard the front door bell ring.

Putting the glass down, I walked over to the door and opened it to see my girlfriend standing in front of me. "Hey beautiful."

She smiles at me. "Hi." She hugs me before stepping inside the house and I shut the door behind her before smiling at her. "Do you want something to drink?" I ask her, and she nods her head.

"Sure." She answers, sitting on the couch. "I'll have a water." She tells me, and I hand her a water bottle before sitting beside her on the couch. For a moment, we sat there in silence before I spoke up. "How are you doing?" I ask her, and she laughs softly. "I feel nauseous every moment of the day. Other than that, I'm okay." She lays her head on my shoulder. "When I tell you I don't regret this, I'm serious, but I wish we were more careful."

I nod my head. "Me too." I sigh. "I wanted to talk to you today because I want us to come up with a decision about the baby. I want us to be on the same page about this and I don't want you to assume anything..."

"I know, Bray. I don't want to make a decision without you. Me and you need to be making this decision together. I want to consider at least adoption and keeping. I'm not willing to abort my own flesh and blood. This baby didn't plan to be in my belly, so I'm going to try to make the best decision we can for him or her..." Reagan tells me, and I know she's sure with her words.

I nod my head. "I'm happy to know you are considering adoption alongside keeping because I don't want this baby think we just gave him or her away and didn't think about keeping them when they're older. I know we are young and we have plans for our future, but it's not like we can't do this together." I look at her before continuing. "I want to be apart of this pregnancy, help you any way I can."

Reagan nods her head, smiling and then wraps her arms around me, burying her head into my shoulder. "I'm really happy you want to be here for me. Whatever we choose, I'm glad you are her or his daddy and not some random dude..." She laughs softly.

I laugh. "Oh trust me, I'm glad to be her or his dad." I kiss her head. "I love you."

"I love you too." She mutters against my neck. "Did you tell your parents?" I ask.

Reagan nods her head. "My dad flipped the hell out and my mom cried, but now they're getting used to the idea. They're not happy, but there's nothing they do. This is my choice." She says. She laughs softly. "I'm just glad they didn't kick me out..."

"Oh, thank God for that." I say, breathing steady now because if they did kick her out, I'd have her move in with me. Yes, it would be soon because our relationship is still very new, but I don't want her on the streets. No way that's happening.

"If they did, I'd have you move in here with me." I say. Her eyes widened at my statement. "Really?" She says, surprised. "Yeah." I nod my head. "I'm not going to let you be on the streets, Reg. That's not good."

"Yeah, you're right." She says. "I wouldn't want to be pregnant and homeless..."

After an hour of talking, we finally came up with a decision. We will be keeping the baby. I'm overwhelmed with the fact I'll be a dad in a few months. I might have to talk to Taylor at some point, but not today. I invited Reagan to sleep over for the night.

Here's to a full eight and half months until I'm a dad at seventeen.