Gwen's POV

I sat down on the edge of my bed, and Trent followed. I know that here are a million things to figure out. But where do we start? "Are you hungry? Or is there something I can get you?" Trent asked. Ok, not the perfect stating point, but hey it's something.

"If it's no trouble, I would love some chicken broccoli. And fruit cake. And pickles." I said cheering up thinking about all the delicious food.

"Ok, where do I find, chicken broccoli, fruit cake, and pickles?" Trent asked. I shrugged. "Ok, I will find it. Here, call me if you need anything else, or something happens." Trent said handing me my cell phone.

"What do expect to happen?" I asked a little curios.

"Nothing, but you know, you never know." He said a little shaky. Then he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and ran out.

I went online to look some stuff out. I found this article on options for Pregnant teens. I had 3 options, abortion, adoption, and parenthood. Ok, I can't kill the baby I am prolife. The thought of giving my baby away kills me. But I am not emotionally, physically, or financially ready to raise a baby. So I am in a dead end. I logged onto a help web site. I typed in my question. "I am pregnant, 16, and I don't know what to do. I hate abortions, I can't go threw with an adoption and I am not ready to be a mother. Help?" then hit send. I am sure this place gets a lot of responds like this.

I waited about 3 second before I got a response. It read:

'Hi my name is Ally. I am 18 but I was in your shoes once. I was 16, pregnant, and had the same issues. I decide the best choice was an abortion. It was cheep, fast, and with help from friends I got over it fast. At the time I thought I never would do it, but I did. I am not telling you go get an abortion but it isn't all that bad.'

I didn't know what to take from that. I really didn't want an abortion. But I don't have money to raise a baby. I am still and school, and failing. With a baby I would have to drop out. And forget college. And I am jut not ready. I began to cry a little. I think the best choice here is an abortion. I mean, I don't like it, but it's the only way.

Ok, so an abortion. I'll tell Trent, and get it over with. Then it will be like it never happened. Then Trent walked threw the door with takeout bags.

"Ok, chicken broccoli, fruit cake, and pickles." He said laying the bags on the small coffee table. "Gwen are you ok?" he asked. I looked at myself really quick. My eyes were puffy and red; I looked pale, and my mascara left tear trails.

"Yes. I figured out a solution to the problem." I said walking over to the food. It smelled so good, my mouth began to water.

"Problem?" he questioned. I nodded.

"I can just get an abortion." I said opening the bag with my fruitcake in it.

"What? No way. You can't do that." He screamed. I looked at him shocked. "I won't let you. It isn't fair Gwen. Why should we choose if the baby lives or dies with out giving him/her a chance to live?" He said looking me in the eyes.

"I don't like it either, but there is no other way." I said back. "I am broke. I can't raise a baby. I am failing school, with a baby I would drop out. I'll never go to college, never have a life. And what about season 2?" I blurted out all at once.

"Ok, I will help you. That's the answer to everything. Money, I'll help. School, I'll help, season 2? I don't know how but I will help." He said grabbing my hands. "These decisions are not made now for one Gwen but 3. It's you, me, and the baby." He said. I nodded my head. I glad he wants to help.

I would have cried some more, but I was hungry and there was hot food in front of me. I devoured the chicken broccoli, and fruit cake in a matter of minutes. Then I ate the pickles one by one.

"Wow, you're really hungry." Trent chuckled.

"Eating for two." I reminded him.

"I'll be right back." He said as he left again.

When he came back he had his bags and guitar with him. "What all this." I asked eating another pickle.

"I am moving in." he said putting his guitar against a wall, and his bags by the dresser. "Hope you don't mind." He said.

"Not at all." I said biting down on my pickle. He came by me, and sat down. He took a pickle to and munched down. Although he didn't seem as satisfied as me.

Ring, ring. Right, ring.

"Hello?" Trent said picking up his phone.

TRENT'S POV

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Trent is something wrong? You sounded argent on the message." My mom asked concerned.

"Yea, kind of. Gwen and I are in a little bit of trouble." I said

"Uh-Oh. What happened?" my mom asked.

"Um, well,…." I looked at Gwen who was staring at me. "Mom, Gwen's pregnant." I said into the phone.

"What?!?" my mom yelled back.

"It's ok, I am taking responsibility. I just thought you should know."

"Trent where was you mind? How many times have we told you to play safe? Oh my god, your fathers going to have a fit." My mom said.

"Her mom wants to speak to you." Was all I said. I am sick of my parents one minute so proud of me, then at my thoughts like I fucked everything up…..no pun intended. (AN: Seriously I didn't mean for that to some sick twisted pun joke. If I did I would have added…..just Gwen…..but I didn't so it wasn't meant as a joke.)

"What do you plan to do Trent?" my mom said angry.

"I plan to get a 3 bedroom apartment, live with her, finish school, and raise our baby." Ok it even shocked me how that sounded. I am only 16 going on 17 and I am talking about being a dad. It's a little scary.

"What's her mother's number?" my mom asked.

"It's 908- 387-8903. (AN: Not a real number)"

"Ok, I'll call you back. Bye."

"Bye" I said back and hung up. I looked at Gwen. She just finished her jar of pickles.

"How did it go?" she asked.

"They weren't thrilled. But it doesn't matter." I said smiling at her. "I just want them to know why I have transferred schools, moved in with you, and will visit one day with a baby." I joked. Gwen laughed.

I walked over to the laptop to look for a nice apartment for a family of 3. "I am going to take a nap." Gwen said stretching.

I looked up listings near Gwen's house. Not much. I am looking for something cheep, close to her home and school, and a nice neighborhood. Nothing fits the qualifications.

Then an idea hit me. Could Gwen go to school pregnant? I don't know? I can't wake her to find out.

I looked at apartments near my house too. I found a nice duplex. Good neighborhood, near a high school, cheep, and we don't need to do much. I sent it to my mom to get her opinion. Then I felt tired to and crawled into bed with Gwen and I fell asleep.