Jenny's POV

"Ouch!" I screamed "This really hurts! How has the human population lasted this long?"

"When you hold your baby, you'll get it. The feeling you'll get will be magical. There is no other way to explain it." Mom said

"Mom, I'm giving the baby up, I'm never going to get to hold it. Some other people are." I said. I wanted the best for my baby and maybe being raised by adults would be better. I mean, my parents had me young and look how I turned out, pregnant at 15. Maybe I could stop the cycle. The logical part of me was arguing that this was best, to say good-bye and move on. The other part of me was screaming, 'Are you insane? That is your baby! Keep it, mom and dad want to help. You can do it, and you can do it right!'. I wasn't sure what to do.

Hours passed and I felt like there was no progress, like I would be there forever. Finally, 38 hours after being admitted they told me it was time.

"Push! Push Jenny Push!"

I pushed until the count of ten and took a breath.

"One more time Jenny."

Once again I pushed and moments later I heard the tiny cry from my baby. I saw him, my baby boy. I didn't hold her at first, the doctor's knew that I was giving him up, so the took him to get cleaned up.

"Excuse me" I said to the doctors

"Yes" One of them answered me

"Can I hold her, my baby boy? I want to hold her at least for a moment before I give him up. And mom or dad, can you send Matt in. I want him to see the baby."

Matt came in a little while later, we had gotten a lot closer since he had confessed that he thought he might be the father. At first, I was going to keep the baby, and Matt and I could raise him together, but then I thought about what my mom said; she loved her parents and she loved Ellie for giving them to her. Ellie ad given her up to a better life, but was I really doing the same thing? Matt wanted to keep the baby, but without proof that he was the father, he had no ability to stop the adoption. He had set up a DNA test though and I knew that if it was his baby, he would keep it. I wouldn't want him to keep it alone. When he came in he leaned in close to me.

"He's beautiful Jenny" He said kissing my cheek

"I know, I'm so sad to give him up."

"Jenny, you can keep him. I'll help you, and so will everyone else. You can give him everything he wants. You guys have the money to give that to him. I mean, your mom is a famous artist. I've seen what her paintings sell for, you can give him as good a life as anybody else."

"I know Matt, but it's not just about him getting everything he wants. We are only 15. When he's starting kindergarten, we are only going to be 19, we won't even legally be allowed to drink. And when he's a teenager and he's rebelling, we will only be in our late 20's and early thirty's. Is it fair to give him parents that can provide him with so little in experiences?"

"Jenny, you're 15 with a baby, you've experienced a lot. If you think he's better being adopted, go ahead, but I'm getting the DNA test. If I'm his father, I'm going to want him back."

He walked away. I was so overwhelmed. The nurses took him away from me, but I was still wondering if what I was doing was right, would he be just as good staying with me. I wanted to raise him, I just doubt my abilities.

Three days went by and I was released from the hospital. Matt's DNA test had been taken, but the results would take 3 weeks. I felt bad for the adoptive parents. They were loving my baby and in just a few weeks, Matt might come along and take him from them, take the baby home with him.

I had grown to love Matt and I knew where he was coming from. He had never known his father, he was never even given the chance to meet him. He didn't want to do that to his own baby. He wanted to make sure that his baby knew where it came from. He had such high hopes that the baby would be his.

I too was thinking about getting the baby back. I had six weeks to change my mind and with each passing moment I wanted more and more to simply hold him in my arms. I wants to feel his tiny body in my hands and see his eyes look back up at me. This was the hardest thing to do, I didn't know if I could walk away from my baby, I wanted him back so badly.