Thanks to SugarBaby101 for pointing out my mistake. (Ruthie is married to Peter, NOT Martin, even though I said her last name was Brewer.) And if anyone else caught it, 5 cookies for you!

Ruthie had given a bunch of pamphlets on emancipation, A LOT.
Why to Do It.
Why Not to Do It.
The Pro's.
The Con's.
How it Will Effect Your Family.
Parents Point of View on Emancipation.
A Teens Point of View.
Choosing a Guardian.

The list went on and on. I really didn't want to get emancipated from my parents, but I couldn't think of a good reason not to. But it would mean technically, I wouldn't rely on them for anything to do with money. I think for now, I'm just not going to think about it. But Ruthie did point out that I should start looking for a job. Though, I don't know what place would hire a pregnant 15-year-old. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't.

It was no secret at school that I was pregnant. But, in that month following moving in with Ruthie, Peter, and Jacob, I put on like, 10 pounds! 10! I don't know what it was, but since then, I've barely put on any weight at all.

It's been 5 weeks since my fight with my parents, and we haven't spoken to each other since. I'm pretty sure that they've spoken to Ruthie and Peter, but I haven't heard from them.

The longer my parents ignored me, the worse I felt. I was even starting to consider giving the baby up for adoption. Tim and I hadn't really discussed it. And we weren't a "serious couple," we hadn't planned anything for when after the baby's born. Not if we were going to live together, and if so, where, absolutely nothing. He had a very romantic outlook on the situation, I, on the other hand, had very real outlook.

Ruthie, once again, brought me about a thousand pamphlets on adoption. Most of them had the same titles as the Emancipation ones. Everything from "Why to do it" to "How it affects the child"and "Choosing a family."

I stayed with Ruthie and Peter until the end of the school year. By the last week of school I hadn't had an ultra sound since my first one back in April. Ruthie knew that it was time for me to go again, though I really didn't want to. The first one was bad enough, everything that came out after that, who knows what might come out with this one.

Maybe my due date will change, and it'll show that Tim's not the baby's father. He's gotten so used to the idea, I have too, but I doubt he'll feel the same way if this ultrasound proves the both of us wrong.

"Hey Savannah," Ruthie said as she walked into my room, "do you remember the name of the doctor your mom took you to?"

"Uh," I wasn't quite sure, to be honest I wasn't really paying attention, but I wracked my brain. "I think it was something like, Thompson... Tom... Tom... Thomas! Yeah, Dr. Thomas." (Hahaha reference to Pirates of the Caribbean)

"Oh, that's the same OB-GYN I had," she said nonchalantly.

"Okay... that's weird. You and mom and now me all have the same 'Lady Doctor'! Our family is way too close!" I said with a laugh.

"Well, I'll call her later and see if I can set you up and appointment. It's getting to be around that time," she smiled widely.

"About what time?" I asked her goofy grin.

"Savannah, this check up, you'll know if you're going to have a boy or a girl! Or maybe even two of something, twins do run in the family you know."

"Ugh, don't even think about it!" I said, jokingly rolling my eyes, "Lord knows I cannot handle twins!"

"Listen, Savannah, seriously, have you given any thought to what you're going to do after the baby's born? You're welcome to stay here, you are. But I know that for the past couple weeks you've been looking into adoption." I moved uneasily in my place, "And you need to know, that if you decided to that, it's permanent, there's no looking back."

"I know," I said softly, "but isn't the important thing to do what's best for the baby?"

"And yourself. I have no doubt that you can do this. You'll need help. But everyone does."

"You didn't."

"But I was married. Help was already there. Your mom moved back in with me and grandma and grandpa Camden after she had you. And she already had your dad."

"Funny, she never mentioned that," I said, meaning to keep that in my head.

"Peter and I would be more than happy to help you. But it has to be something that you want. It's your decision."

"I know, I do," I said smiling, "and thank you."

"Okay, well, I'll leave you to your studying, your exams are next week right? I'll let you know when your next appointment will be."

"Yeah, okay, thanks." I said as she left.

I think that she forget that those things are all I think about. Whether or not to keep the baby, whether I should get my parent's involved. All that. I think about it all the time.

Two weeks later.

I can't believe it. It's real. I mean it's really real. It's not like it hasn't always felt real. But now, it's just, I can't believe I'm going to be a mother. Today it sank in. And it sank it when I realized that in four months I'm going to have a little girl to bring home.

I was glowing. Or so I was told. I had decided that until I resolve things with my parents that I was going to continue living with Ruthie and Peter. Not like I really had any other choice. But, I wanted to. I wanted to live with them.

I was getting more and more excited about the baby coming. She would be here soon. And she would have parents to love her. I was so convinced I was having a boy, that all I planned out were boy names. I hadn't even looked into girls names. Not at all.

"Do you want to tell your mom?" Ruthie asked as we drove back to the house.

"Do you think she'll actually want to talk to me?"

She shrugged.

"I don't know. But it's been over two months... and you haven't spoken to either of them."

"They haven't tried to speak to me either!" I snapped.

"I know. I know. But you can be the bigger person. Prove to your parent's that you're maturing."

"Why? They don't care. They'd rather pretend I not exist than have an illegitimate grandchild." I said sorely.

"We both know that's not true. They were both upset. She tells me all the time about how sorry she is. That she let her anger get the best of her." she said softly.

"Then why hasn't she, or my dad asked to speak to me when they call?"

"I know my sister, Savannah. And she doesn't easily let go of anything."

"Even when it comes to her daughter?"

"Even when it came to me. Give her time. She'll come around. Sooner or later. She will."

"And it'll probably be around the time I give birth..." I said rudely.

"It might be. I'm not going to sugar coat her actions for you. She's acting as a jealous teen. Not a mother. Just don't give up on her yet."

"If you say so."

We continued talking about Lord knows what until we got back to the house.

"Peter?!" Ruthie yelled as we walked in. "Are you home?"

"Yes, yes." (Yay for Peter's first words of the story!) "So? How'd everything go?" he asked me.

"We're both healthy. And you're going to have a niece," I said smiling from ear to ear.

"That's great Savannah," he said but was interrupted by the phone ringing.

"I'll get it," Ruthie said.

"Okay," Peter continued. "So do you have any names in mind?"

"Not really, I mean, every name I had picked out were boys names. I—"

I stopped when I heard a cry from the kitchen. Peter and I exchanged looks before walking in there, to still see Ruthie on the phone, tears running down her face.

"Yes, thanks, I'll tell her, and we'll be there soon."

Peter and I stopped dead in our tracks.

"What happened?" Peter asked before I got the chance.

"Savannah, there's been an accident."

Thanks a bunch to MyChemicalRomanceSavedMyLife, sugarandy90210, fullhouse, swimgirl102903, fangirl44, hiddenxtalent, swimmergirl07, Kikidevil17, candygirl200413 and last, but certainly not least, hug-me, for reviewing!!

Okay, I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry about how long it took me to update. But for some reason, I just couldn't get this chapter going. And I know not a lot happens. But it's kinda a filler-chapter. And I'm also really sorry about how short it is. And I would also like some help on picking out names. I've narrowed it down to a couple:

for first names:
Kaelyn
Kadence
Peyton

for middle names:
Grace
Paige
Faith