He stared at his daughter. Thoughts raced through his head a million miles a minute. Her eyes were wet with tears. He remembered the note.
"Kayla, it doesn't matter what you do you're my daughter and I will always love you." He said
Her chin trembled and a tear ran down her cheek.
"Dad, I'm fifteen and pregnant, I don't even know who the father is." She said openly crying now.
He didn't know what to do so he did the first thing that came to mind. He pulled her into his arms and tried to comfort her. She continued to sob into his shoulder and mumble innchoerant words. He just continued whispering soothing words into her ear and rubbed her back. She started hiccupping from crying so hard.
"Shh calm down, breathe!" he demanded when she started to panic from the loss of air as he lightly thumped her back.
She gulped in a few breaths.
"I'm sorry Dad." She said.
"Stop, what did you do to say sorry?" he asked.
"I had unprotected sex with two guys, got pregnant, ran off, was found naked in Paul's bed and I'm only fifteen should I go on." She said.
"I don't care, I just got my daughter back." he said.
"But…" she started but he shook his head.
"Come on why don't you take a nap and I'll get you a doctor's appointment next time were home, ok?" He asked leading her towards the bed.
She nodded and lied down and within minutes was asleep. He called and got her an appointment. He sighed and sat down on the side of the bed.
"This is going to be a rough year." He thought.
He didn't know how long he sat there but was shaken out of is trance like stance when he heard someone knocking. He quickly got up and opened the door. He saw Paul standing on the other side.
"Shh, she's sleeping." He said letting him in.
Paul nodded.
"Look Shawn this morning wasn't what you thought it was…" He began.
"I know." Shawn stated.
"she told me." Paul nodded.
"OK good well we better get down to the arena." He said.
Shawn nodded and picked up his bag and quickly wrote a note. He kissed Kayla's forehead and walked silently out the door.
A few hours latter Kayla woke up to the phone ringing. She grabbed the phone on the nightstand. "Hello?" she said and heard the dial tone but the phone was still ringing.
She grabbed her coat and pulled out her Uncle Mark's cell.
"Hello?" she said
"Hi, is Kayla there?" a uncertain voice sounded.
"This is." she said.
"Oh hi it's Josh," he said.
"Oh hi what's up?" she asked.
"Not much how's your summer going." He asked.
"Shitty." She said uncertain about whether or not to tell him.
"Sorry." He said.
"Nah it's cool. Josh I have to tell you something." She said.
"What's the matter baby?" He asked.
"I'm pregnant." She blurted out.
"What? We used protection that's impossible." He said.
She sighed.
"Not every time Josh remember the time at the beach and in your car, and our first time." She said.
"Shit I'm sorry sweetie, but don't worry I'll be there every step of the way." He said.
If she didn't feel as bad as she could before she now did.
"Josh it might not be yours though." She whispered.
"What? Kayla but how when who." He demanded.
"His name is Brock and it was a few weeks ago a few days after our last time. I'm sorry." She whispered.
"Me too." Was all he said.
"Josh really I'm sorry." She said.
He sighed.
"it's ok but I have to go I'll call you latter ok?" He said.
"yeah bye." She said.
"Bye." And she heard a click.