After a peaceful nights sleep I woke up just in time to hear the phone ring and hear Biko's voice on the other line. "Sorry, did I wake you up?" he asked. I replied that it was a good thing he phoned or else I would have slept the day away. I could hear him smiling on the other end. "Are you up to going somewhere today?"

"I suppose I can muster up the strength to go out with my favourite person…" I smiled and he said that he was already on his way. I was so glad that I didn't have morning sickness anymore. "So where are we going?" I asked him when I had gotten into his car.

"It's a surprise, but first of all you need to answer some of my questions."

"Anything."

"So, first question. Boy or girl?"

"Boy," I smiled. "Now all I need to do is think of a name!"

He smiled back but then grew serious. "Second question; How are you feeling about all this, I mean, are you giving him up for adoption or keeping him?"

I should have expected Biko to ask questions, but I don't know if I myself was prepared to answer them. "To tell you the truth, I'm kind of attached to him… Is that bad, I mean, I want to keep him and everything but I don't know how I'm going to be able to."

"Well, it's not bad to get attached to your own baby, I guess. Have you prayed about it?"

"Yeah, but… It's not the answer I expect. I feel like I should keep him but no opportunities are coming up."

"Maybe that means you need to give him up. This is your life. You can never be a normal teenager again after he's born. You might not even be able to finish your high school, you'll be too busy bringing him to day care and working."

"I know! Everyone keeps telling me that! Just because it'll ruin my life, it doesn't mean I can just give up and give him away."

"What about him? Doesn't he deserve a good life with a mom and dad who are always there for him?"

"Yes he does, but I can love him more than two people put toogether. Stop trying to get me to give my baby away!" I said my voice starting to rise.

"I'm sorry… Just try and think of what the compassionate thing would be, ok?" he paused. "So, where are you going to live?"

"No more questions please."

"No, you need to figure this stuff out. Where are you going to live?"

I waited a while and then said, "She's sending me back to Canada to have the baby and… I'm going to have to live with my dad again."

He turned, surprised. "You're leaving?" he half whispered. "When?"

"I don't know. Let's not talk about it now, okay?" When he didn't reply I asked. "So where are you taking me?"

This drew up a faint smile on his face. "Close your eyes. I want you to be surprised when we walk in." I smiled and obeyed. In a few minutes I felt the engine stop and Biko's door close. He came over to my side of the truck, helped me out and helped me into the building. "Open them," he whispered in my ear.

At first I was confused but then my heart leapt with anticipation. I looked around and in front of me saw every piece of baby furniture imaginable. "I'm buying your baby his first crib and car seat. Take your pick!" Biko said grinning from ear to ear.

My heart felt like it was going to explode in thanksgiving. "Biko," I said starting to shake my head, but he stopped me and said that he wanted to do this for me and if I refused him, he would be offended. Then the teenage girl inside of me resurfaced and I was ready to do some shopping.