I wasn't surprised when I found out I was pregnant. I mean, it was bound to happen right. I'm surprised it happened when I was seventeen and not fifteen. I mean, my mom had me at sixteen so that means that she was pregnant at fifteen, and since my birthday was coming up I'd be having my baby at eighteen. I found out when I was four months pregnant and it was the summertime and that meant that my baby's father was going to college again in the fall.

I told my parents and they kicked me out. Well, not really kicked me out, but they got me my own place. My best friend Manny was my roommate because she too was pregnant. So together we dropped out and we kept our lives a secret.

We were staying in this old small townhouse that only had two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and a small bathroom. The kitchen was connected to the living room and we had no new furniture. We didn't have bed sets, but we took out mattresses from home. I was lucky that Spike, my mom let me have my little brother's crib since he was turning two and should be sleeping in a big boy bed.

While some people thought we had it made, I thought differently. We were lucky to be driving though and that was good, but still…. A lot of our friends were banned from seeing us, Kendra especially. We ruined our chances of seeing Kendra altogether.

Even Liberty did. Liberty had her baby when she was sixteen and we'd practice babysitting, Manny and I. She had named her and Sean's baby Shawn Douglas Cameron-Van Zandt.

JT also had a baby, with Ellie Nash. They had named their baby Jordan James Nash-Yorke. Such a long name for a tiny boy.

"At least we have each other," we'd say when we brought up the subject of being alone.

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"Manny, why is he crying?" I cried in frustration. I watched my son Raymond Tyler Mason cry in his little bassinet as I paced the room. He was just crying for no reason. He wasn't wet and he wasn't hungry because I tried to feed him.

"I don't know Em!" Manny exclaimed. "Just find a way to keep him quiet though because he's distracting Courtney."

Courtney, her two-week-old daughter, was being breastfed by Manny and I was reading to them until Raymond started crying. Courtney Brielle Santos was actually Jimmy's daughter, but Jimmy had went to college so that he could send them checks in the mail and Manny had decided not to give her his last name. Courtney was so adorable with her caramel colored skin and her curly black hair. She had beautiful chocolate brown round eyes and she was born six pounds three ounces and she had a whole head of hair.

I guess you had already figured out that Raymond's father was Spinner. Spinner was a good daddy and he was still in our lives, we still her together, but things haven't been real steamy since I had given birth. Spinner delivered Raymond himself after I had went into labor at home and luckily I had called him a few hours ago to fix the toilet. We were perfect together like a nice small happy family.

"I'm sorry," I hissed. "I just don't know what to do!" Raymond was a bald baby with brown eyes. He was eight pounds and six ounces so he was really big and I needed some heavy drugs as soon as I got to the hospital.

"Pick him up!" Manny demanded as she picked Courtney up to burp her. Courtney was a week younger than Raymond, but Raymond looked like he was months older than her.

"I'm tired of holding him," I whined as I reached in the bassinet with both hands to pick him up.

"Then you should've kept your legs closed," Manny exclaimed. I looked at her in a pout before we both laughed.

"That was so uncalled for," I told her as I began making noises to sooth Raymond. He only cried louder and harder. I looked at Manny as she looked at Courtney who had spit out Manny's nipple and was scrunching up her face. Next thing we knew we had two wailing babies.

"Do you see Emma?!" Manny yelled over the babies as she began rocking Courtney. "That's why I told you to get him to stop. Is he hungry?"

"I tried to give him his bottle, but he wouldn't take it," I shouted.

"I'm going outside to take Little Miss Santos on a walk," she told me. "Maybe she'll calm down then."

I watched Manny leave and I began trying to walk with Raymond on my shoulder. He was so heavy and I was so tired, but I knew I wouldn't get any sleep. What was wrong with my baby boy? My poor son was crying and his cries changed and he seemed to be in pain.

"Oh little Ray what is the matter?" I asked him hoping for an answer. He only cried louder and harder as he began kicking his feet and tossing his little arms. I laughed when his left one collided with my chin.

"Are you trying to hurt me?" I asked.

Cries of pain were my response.

"Oh Honey!" I exclaimed, feeling sick to my stomach. What if something was wrong with him? His bowel movements were suddenly changing from eight times a day to only once or twice and sometimes not at all. He was only three weeks old and they were now so irregular.

"What is wrong with my Little Man?"

I wanted to cry myself because this wasn't fair. Why did my little boy have to be in so much pain? I wished that it were I because my heart was so sore watching him. He was a pain to me, but I loved him with all my heart and he didn't deserve this.

Was this my fault for having sex out of wedlock and disobeying my mother when I said I'd stay abstinent? If so, then why was Raymond being punished and not I? If this was my punishment for watching this happen to my son then I hated myself.

I sat Raymond back in his bassinet and tried to ignore his screams. I went looking around the room for diapers and his wipes because I decided that I was taking him to the hospital. I grabbed our Insurance cards and tossed them into his diaper bag. Then I found him a t-shirt and some socks and I put them on as quickly as I could. Maybe if something was wrong then it can be prevented if I moved fast.

I scribbled a note onto a piece of paper and left it where Manny would see it as I juggled Raymond and his diaper bag. I was so happy that I still had a car, but I shared it with Manny, and I quickly but carefully tossed Raymond into his car seat snapping him in. I jumped into the driver's seat and I started the car.

"Oh God, please let Raymond Tyler Mason be okay and don't have cancer or anything," I prayed. "He's just a little boy, he doesn't deserve this. Let me be in his place."

We passed Manny who was talking to this one guy named Tony that lived on our street. We passed the woman's house whose dog was always pregnant. All the while I was begging for Ray to be okay.

"Hang in there Honey," I pleaded, his shrill cries drying up, but even then he wouldn't stop.

We pulled into the emergency section of the hospital and it seemed like hours before a doctor finally saw us. "What's the matter?" the doctor asked me. He was an Asian man with a heavy accent, but I forced myself to understand so that we could hurry and help my son.

"He won't stop crying," I told him. "He's been crying for like ever and I think he's in pain. He hasn't had bowel movements like he used to."

The doctor picked up Raymond who suddenly stopped crying. We were both silent, until Raymond burped and then he smiled. The doctor looked at me in annoyance, but I smiled.

"You don't know how to burp your own son?"

I ignored him as I reached for my son. "Thank you so much," I sighed. "Thank you God and thank you Raymond."

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Author's Note: I also hope you liked that. I couldn't think of anything so then I was like, how about I let Emma's motherly instincts come out. Thank you so much for reading. By the way, by popular demand if you want me to write about one of the kids then I will, but I probably will anyway. Heehee. Please review now!!!