"I think, uh...Well, we're still young, Ria, and I haven't really thought about it," Micheal answered not looking in my eyes.

"Well, didn't you think about it when I told you I was pregnant, or were you just going to leave our relationship as it was?" I was getting a little angry. Didn't Micheal want to marry me? He says he loves me, then why doesn't he want to marry me?

"Well, sure I did, but I thought we would get married later, when we're ready," he said and faced me.

I had tears streaming down my face. He was trying to avoid marrying me. He would put it off for years and keep putting it off. Why was he doing this?

He tried to wipe my tears, but I pulled away. I got up and went into our bedroom. I grabbed a bag and threw some clothes into it. I zipped it up and saw Micheal watching me at the door. I pushed past him and went into the nursery.

I started to gather the diaper bags and baby clothes, blankets, and shoes. "What are you doing, Maria?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, Micheal?" I stopped packing to look at him. He was crying now, too. "I am so frustrated with you that I can't be here right now and I am not leaving them here; where ever I go, they go."

"Ria, why are you doing this? Why can't you stay here and talk this out? So we haven't talked about marriage, so what! It's not like I don't ever want to marry you!" Micheal yelled. He walked up to me and forced me into a hug. I tried to wiggle away, but I gave into the hug and sobbed into his chest. "I love you. I do want to marry you, but we're only 19. We need to focus on the kids right now and then we can think about that."

"So, when they grow up and move out we can get married?" I fumed again. I always knew that Micheal was going to be a challenge, but I figured we would get married soon.

"No! I didn't say that! Maria, this is your mom's fault. She's putting us against each other!"

"Oh, so now it's my mom's fault that you don't want to marry me?! That is a bunch of bull, Micheal," I pushed myself from his arms and grabbed the bags I ran out of the apartment and put them into the car. I put the boys in their stroller and slammed the door as I left. I put each of them in their car seats and put the stroller in the trunk.

At first I just sat in the drivers seat, crying. No, more like bawling my eyes out. The man I love just doesn't want to marry me. The father of my children! I wanted to hate him, to say I didn't care anymore, but I did, that's why I'm crying.

I wiped my tears and started the car. I drove 5 minutes until I reached my destination. I got the stroller back out and I put the boys in it. I grabbed the bags and shut the door. I pushed the stroller to the front door and knocked.

Wordlessly, Jim opened the door and helped me inside. He took my jacket and bags and lead me into the living room. As soon as he saw me, Kyle came to give me a hug.

"We had a fight," I answered their silent question and began to cry again. Kyle took me into his arms and lead me to the couch. Jim took the boys into the nursery they built here and layed them down to sleep. I told Kyle all about my fight with Micheal, sobbing through out the story.

"I told you he would do that! Why don't you listen to me, Maria?" my mom came into the room and I glared at her.

"You are the reason I fought with him! If you wouldn't of said anything about marrying me we would have went home and went to bed! End of story! You're the one that is ruining my life!" I screamed and ran up to my old room that was next to the nursery. "Oh, Micheal! What have I done!" I cried into my pillow.

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