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The white house with the green shutters seemed solitaire when I approached it later that afternoon. The sun was close to setting and I hoped that Paul and his family had yet to sit down for dinner. I tried to tell myself that I wanted that because I didn't want to be disrespectful, but who was I kidding, I knew I needed to eat and catching them before dinner would allow me food. Food which I hadn't had since breakfast and something that was direly important to an expecting mother.

Dropping my bags on the porch I brought my finger to the doorbell. I went to ring it and then suddenly stopped, scared of what was awaiting me behind this door. I hadn't talked to Paul since the day I found out I was pregnant and I was a bit nervous as to what his reaction to me would be. I was well aware that his parents knew, as when I had made an effort to call Paul they had nicely hung up on me. I also knew through some of our mutual friends that Paul was scared to death of being a father, accounting for his sudden ignorance of me. So did these few weeks of no connection make him more prepared, or was he going to slam the door in my face the second he saw me? There was only one way to find out.

Seconds passed after I rang the bell and I soon began to make the assumption that maybe no one was home. I could leave, but I didn't.  After all, I really had no place to go and this was my only option…well except for a nice box I saw in an alley on my way over, but I wasn't really in the mood for that.

Suddenly, I began to hear footsteps. Moments later Paul came to the door, his face looking flushed. I wondered if he had been running or if it was because he had known I was at the door and was contemplating whether or not to get it. I ruled out the latter only because I knew I needed to stay strong at this moment and thinking that Paul didn't want to see me wasn't going to help any.

            "Paige." He uttered softly.

            "P…pa…Paul…" I stuttered, feeling my heart stopping as I looked into the eyes of the one who I loved more than life itself. Until this moment I hadn't realized how much I had missed him nor how much I had needed him to be there for me through this hard time.

            "Paige what are you doing here?" he asked, clearly confused, "You look horrible." He said the second part quieter.

            "I…umm…my…umm…my uncle and aunt kicked me out of their house." I quickly spitted it out as the tears formed in my eyes.

            "They what? Why?" Suddenly the concern in his face shown through and I felt my heart soar just a little because I knew he cared about me, if even for a second.

            "They were upset because of…of…" I couldn't finish, instead I looked down to my stomach which was getting larger by the day and which I knew would soon be something I couldn't hide behind baggy sweaters.

            "Oh. That…"

I nodded, the tears no longer staying at bay, but instead running down my face. I waited for Paul to take me in his arms but instead I saw him move next to me and grab the bags I had left on the porch.

            "Come on, let's go to my room."

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            Closing the door behind him Paul turned around and embraced me in a death grip of a hug. I could feel his arms trembling as he held me and I felt his salty tears hitting my neck and shoulder.

            After a few minutes of us crying and hugging he let go and looked me in the eye. He smiled one of his genuine Paul smiles and then led me to his bed. Sitting me down, he sat beside me and nervously took my hand in his.

            "Paige…I…I don't know what to say. I can't believe you would come here after what a jerk I've been. I…I'm so sorry. I would have talked to you, but I was scared. I…I don't know how to be a father and I couldn't take that responsibility. I had planned on going to college and then getting married a few years after school before even beginning to think of children. I just didn't know what to say to you and then when I was ready my parents wouldn't let me and I didn't want to talk in school because this is between us…so yea…what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry and I've been a jerk, but I've come to terms with all that and I'm ready to start a life with you and have this baby."

            I sat there stunned. I hadn't thought about whether or not I wanted to keep this child and the thought that Paul had made the choice for me was unsettling to say the least. I was hoping to discuss it with him but instead I felt like I had been closed off from the whole matter.

            "Well I forgive you Paul, but I just think we should talk about all the options we have for this baby before we go running off to Babies R' Us to buy a crib."

            "You mean you don't want to keep it?!?!"

            "I mean we should talk about it, make sure it's the best choice."

            "But Paige come on, it's our baby. Why would you want to give it to someone else?"

            "I'm not saying we should give it to someone else."

            "An abortion? Are you crazy? No way!! I am not letting you do that!!"

            "NO! I am not going to have an abortion, but even if I wanted to I don't think it's your decision to make!!" I yelled, beyond furious at this point.

            "It is so my decision…it's OUR decision!!"

            "Exactly, it's our decision which is why we should take about whether we should keep the baby or put it up for adoption."

            "Adoption are you crazy? Listen to yourself!! You are honestly considering giving our child to some stranger?!?!?"

            "Okay you make it seem like adoption is a sin. It's not!! Look at me…my adoptive parents were the greatest people in the world!! They loved me and took care of me as if they had me. I lived happily and I'm okay."

            "But Paige come on. Before I knew you, you were drinking at least 5 times a day, smoking, cutting class…is that a good childhood?"

            "Are you fucking kidding me?!?!? You are judging me?!?! I can't believe you!! I can't believe I heard that come from your mouth!! And here I thought you were a good person…and that I could come to you and you would be supportive. Who was I kidding?" I yelled, getting up of the bed and making my way to the door. But before I could make it there I felt a tug in my abdomen and went crashing towards the floor in pain. In seconds Paul was at my side, rubbing my stomach and lifting me up off the floor.

            "I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry again. I'm just stressed out, I've been saying things I don't mean lately. Now take a deep breath, are you okay?" Paul asked, looking into my eyes, concerned.

            "I'm fine…"

            "Okay, come on. You look exhausted and that isn't good for you or the baby. Now lay down and try to rest for a little while. I'm going to go talk to my parents about you staying here and I'll be back up in a little while."

            "Paul?" I asked weakly as he set me down atop some pillows.

            "Yeah?"

            "When you come back can you bring me something to…umm…eat…? I'm really hungry." I said shyly.

            "No problem babe. I'll come back with dinner for three." He said leaning down and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

            "Three?" I asked, as I began to fall into sleep and the image of Paul became blurry and appeared to me through only a slit.

            "You, me and the baby." He whispered.

A/N: Okay so what'd ya think? I know there really wasn't a lot to this chapter but I still need your feedback. So come on review!! Make me happy, give me inspiration!!!