Author's Note- The story is going to seem like it is going from the present to the past every other chapter. But, the last chapter will explain why it seems like this.
Ch.3
If anyone had told him that day that he was going to be a teen father, he probably would have laughed in their face, saying, 'That will never happen to me. I'm responsible enough not to let that happen.' But now, here he stood holding his daughters in his arms, trying to figure out what to do. He knew that there was a family waiting for his answer to the question they had asked him. But, how could he do that to his own children. How could he give his babies away to another family to raise them, knowing that he was the one to help make them and bring them into this world. How could he do that to Bianca? He didn't want to break the only promise he ever made to her. The last promise he had ever made to her. To take care of their children, which they had made out of love, if anything had ever happened to her. Now, he stood here, deciding whether or not to give his two baby girls to this family that couldn't have children. The decision that he would make would be one of the hardest things he would ever do. He knew how badly this family wanted a baby, but while looking at his babies, he knew his decision he would have to make. He looked up, took a deep breath, and wiped away the single tear that had fallen when he first saw them. He walked over to the social worker and looked at her.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Winters," he said, getting her attention. She turned around and looked at him.
"Yes, Chris, have you made your decision?" the middle-aged women asked.
"Yes, I have," Chris replied, looking down at the sleeping babies in the stroller. The two adults waited outside of the door, and watched as he talked to the social worker. They couldn't hear a word that they were saying, but hoped that he would let them adopt the two little girls.
Chris shook hands with the lady, as she said, "I'm sure that this is in the best interest of the children." He smiled at her, before turning around and walking out of the door. As he left, Mrs. Winters turned toward the couple.
"I'm sorry," she started, "but, he has decided not to put them up for adoption."
He walked out of the hospital, pushing his daughters, and over to his blue Honda Accord. He had gotten it last year from his parents for his 16th birthday. He strapped them into their car seats, put a light pink baby blanket on one and a purple baby blanket on the other, that Bianca had made for them, and carefully put the bag in between the two car seats. Before closing the door, he looked down at the sleeping babies and smiled at his daughters. His daughters. He couldn't believe he was a father, but also knew he couldn't break that promise he made to her. He smiled at the thought of being a father and stared at the babies, with tears in his eyes. He then, carefully, kissed the little bit of their forehead that was showing under the pink and purple hats they were wearing, closed the door, got in, and drove away.