Well then, I don't own the characters. Done.

When I saw outside the leaves had turned brown, I looked over at her, lying on the sofa like she always had. She had stayed, moving out of her own home and making it cozy for me at the very least. Such teenage rebellion, you do not want to know what lengths she went to move in my place. All I was aware was the screaming and crying from both her grandfather and sister, and she did not care less, already so distant from them. Was I , her form of escape, to at least a place that she felt like she was needed? But all that matters to me at least, the space remained occupied, but that is all that really matters, the very least I felt a presence in my empty house .Ah the smiles and the laughter that went along with her, since it was summer we just spend the time knowing and loving the other. It's all I ask, a presence into my cold world. Was that too much to ask? Just something to be there and greet me everytime when I wake up?

Except, this was not one of those times when we would be smiling as we heard it go poor thing, she had been sick for many a weeks,heartburn, vomiting, hungry all the time, she too was even worried like I was. For, I was also on the brink of madness, for even a man my age, who should be at least have achild to call his own, I am now scared for my inexperience. Shaking, her hands were that day, I too was clenching, hoping it was not true. But it was. All she had to look were the dreaded plus sign. She showed it to me, and I was too, shocked. I looked at her, she looked at me. Did she really have to give up her dreams to go somewhere to study further? Or was she already mentally prepared to become a mother, rasing the child while I'll come back with warm food on the table? So many questions lay on my own head, that till the point I was already going mad.

"Do you want the child?"

"..."

"Please, say something!"

"Lovina, the choice is yours to keep. If you want an abortion-"

"No! For God sakes, NO! THIS-THIS IS A LIFE!"

"..."

"I-I want to keep it. Like it or not, you put in here, you are responsible."

"Of course."

Needless to say, we did not speak much since then. My guess she had realized our little fling turned into something serious. No longer did she had to rebeled, now facing one of the concequences. Still I loved her, even if I felt she was going to wilt. Oh my precious flower, yet you still eminate warmth though as if you are dying. So many a time I tried to break that silence between us, she would still remain silent and as if she was forced to remain quiet. I gave up after trying for so long. What can I do to help her, if she does not want to help herself? Lost in shock, swimming in confusion, choked by reality. So her dreams were to die, her future diminished, her life...was now mines to hold. Is this a blessing or a curse? That she had no where else to go, other than me? Oh dear, my sweet, I will earn more money to ensure your college future, your dream. And our child as well. It is the very least thing I can do to you, to pay and compensate for my guilt.

"Arthur?"

"Yes?"

"Ensure with me, that our child will know a loving house the very least."

"With everything I hold dear."

When she talked about that, she was already starting to show. No longer in short pants, that had been replaced with long dresses, and her teenage look melted away. In replace of that bright, full of energy of a flower was a woman who had matured, big with my own child. Sometimes I hear her hum to her baby inside, while studying to get into an online course. She herself was not sure what to take, I told her to take her time. Often I held her belly to feel for our child, happy it had responded well to my touch and her voice whenever she was already in discomfort, be it backache or nausea.

My workplace did not take well to my outer case of affairs. Too much into my own personal life, poking their nose where it should not be. Privacy does not matter, all they care is your reputation, not your skills in teaching. If my life the gossip in this small town? She was of course the legal age, free to love whoever she chose. She chose me, is that already such a crime to choose at your own free will? Or was it we are so bounded by society, it was not a case of breaking free, instead you have to follow the rules everytime you go, as if you inhale it, eat it, walk with it? Oh my, society, do we have to bend down to your norms? I would refuse so, I've already had found my beloved flower.

I had to obey, you see. A good deal of money and my job, again, was at the risk. I just wanted to get it over and done with towards the law, I had after all, the rules of society just had to play up again. Quite a case, you see, she was just right at the age of consent, stirred some newspapers, blast these fools with nothing to do, I just did not bother with them and they paid their attention elsewhere. We took to the stand, she and I. I held her hand, and she held mines , shielded by the table in front of us, and the chairs behind us. Us, against these miserable fools who will not understand anything. Give my sentence, or whatever I need to do to make sure my flower and our bud will be safe. I testified, so did she. She admitted it was all her doing, saying that she was not aware upon her seductive ways, saying she has matured and ready to raise her child, be it without any form of support, saying she genuinely loved me. I hear her grandfather calling her delusional, saying the most outrageous things like I casted a spell on her, I was the one that seduced her. I remembered the angry voice fading away, escorted out till he was much more calmer of a state to deal with. The time came and I , given my own statement. I do recall the very words I said on the cold autumn afternoon.

Gentlemen and gentle women of the jury. I have nothing more to say other than I, know my love for Ms. Lovina Vargas is wrong, damaging my career as a teacher that is supposed to educate the minors, not to approach a form of relationship with them. I am aware of it's consequences, it's risks. Yet I put everything on the line for the woman I loved. I would not have been more happy than in my state I am right now. I am soon to be a father, like any other man will know once his wife is pregnant. I do plan to properly wed her, take her in as my wife, and I believe she is matured enough to understand. Granted she, can continue her education if she wishes, with my support. I am aware of what will come, yet I am prepared to secure both her and her child's future. It is my duty to give them that right. All I ask, is that you will understand my love for her is sincere and true, and that this case will be dropped. I will then do the proper arrangements for us to be wed when she wishes to do so, and register our child. Will you not give this man a chance of happiness, give a chance to this potential family? That is all I ask. No further words, your honour.