Everyone was enjoying the party, especially Mal and Zoey. She and Mal walked through the garden, "Zoey?"

"Hm?"

"What are you going to do about-" he didn't finish, in case someone was listening.

"I don't know. I want to keep it, but I don't know how to tell my parents."

"Well, then tell them something different."

"Mal, I can't just lie about this, it'll be pretty obvious at some point."

"Then maybe tell them this," he pulled a little box from his pocket and rested himself on one knee. Zoey's eyes widened and she gaped, "Zoey, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" she tackled him with a hug that brought them both down. They lay in the garden, fireflies dancing around just as they did only a few nights ago. She gave him a quick kiss before sitting up. "Should we go tell our parents?"

"Later."

Later

The party was dying down, Zoey and Mal headed inside. "Mom? Dad?" Zoey asked.

"Yes, Zoey?"

"We have something to tell you," she said with a big smile.

"Yes," he father leaned forward in his sea, suspicious.

"We are getting married," Mal said bluntly.

"Mal," she whined.

"Fine, 'Do I have your blessing to marry your daughter?'" he said sardonically.

Her parents remained silent as the sudden news until her father piped up, "What?"

"We're getting married."

"No you're not."

"Dad, I'm 18. I can get married."

"You're still so young. We don't want you to rush into anything," he mother said.

"We've been together almost three years now. You guys only knew each other one year before you got married."

"That was different. We were older, we..." she ran out of things to say.

"You can't even think of a good reason. We're going to get married," Mal responded.

"Then at least wait a while. You never know what might happen."

"Yeah, and I never trusted this guy anyway, Mike or Mal or whoever you are."

"My name is Mal," he hissed.

"It's going to happen anyway. Whether you go like it or not," Zoey spat, growing angry.

"You're still young. We can't give our consent to this. Also we just met this 'Mal' character."

"Well, you're gonna have to consent to this," (Narrator: "You know how when you get angry, you do and say stupid things?") "because I'm pregnant!" ("That's what happened.")

Sorry the chapters have been short/ poorly written. I have been busy and having a little writer's block (I know what I want to do, but I'm having trouble writing it).