Did you guys like the last chapter? Hope you did!
(Liberty is 4 months pregnant in this chapter.)

JT was the first one to get up. It was an important Saturday for him. He figured Liberty was right about them not being able to stay with his mom for too much longer, so he had an interview with the grocery store a couple minutes from his mom's house. He left a note on the counter so his mom or Liberty wouldn't freak out.

Went to a job interview.
I'll be back in a few hours.
Love you, JT

On his way to the interview, he couldn't help but think about the dinner and the conversation him and his mom had had. Even though his mom had told him it wasn't just his fault, he still couldn't help but remember the way Liberty's dad just stared at him last night. He should've followed Mrs. Van Zandt's warning and stayed home, but instead he let Liberty talk him into being a man.

When he got to the drug store, he went to find the manager, Diego.

"Excuse me, where do you go if you have an interview?"

"You go to that back door that says 'Employees Only.' There's a door on your right and you go in there and sign in and the assistant will let them know you have arrived."

"Thank you."

JT walked to the door and went into the waiting room. He couldn't believe that he was looking for a job, not just so he could make a living, but so that his baby would come into the world not poor and living in his grandma's house until he was 4. He started wondering how his life was going to be whenever his baby was born. He automatically knew he wouldn't be able to go out partying with his friends anymore or take Liberty out on as many dates, and if he even wanted to go out with Liberty, then he would definitely need a babysitter. Just then, his phone started to ring, it was Liberty.

"Hello?"

"I didn't know you had a job interview, I didn't even know you were looking for a job, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want to get your hopes up if I told you I had a job and then let you get disappointed if they denied me, plus I didn't want you thinking that all because I was looking for a job, you had to get one, too. I'm sorry."

"I wasn't going to get a job and even if I had gotten happy, I wouldn't be disappointed at all."

"Really?"

"OK, maybe a little, but not as much as you think I would be, plus I'm not looking for a job. I won't be for a while, not until I'm ready."

"Oh, well, uh, I'm sorry…again."

"It's OK and your mom said that next time you need to tell her instead of leaving a note. She almost had a heart attack when she woke up and you weren't in your room."

"Tell her I'm sorry, too. I have to go, I love you."

"Love you, too and good luck."

JT hung up just in time.

"Mr. Yorke?"

"That's me."

"Right this way."

JT followed the woman into an office filled with certificates and upcoming sales and arrivals.

"Hi, my name is Marissa Gomez and I will be interviewing you today. Before we start, I am going to need you to fill out this background information sheet."

She handed JT a sheet of paper with tons of questions on it. JT answered it as quickly as he could.

"Done." He handed her the sheet back.

"OK, thank you. Now I know people call you JT, but I still don't know your whole name. We accept initials but in interviews, we want to know your name."

"James Tiberius Yorke."

"OK." She scribbled something on a notepad.
"Now, why do you want to qualify for this job?"

"Well, uh, my girlfriend's pregnant and we are trying to save money so we can make sure that our baby is healthy and has all of its main necessities."

"How many hours do you think you can work a week?"

"30-40 hours for now."

"Even though this is a grocery store, you do know that we take our business seriously, right?"

"Yes, of course I know that."

"OK, now if you could choose any 2 jobs in this store, what would they be?"

"I'd probably choose a cashier or a pharmacist."

"Well, we have spaces for both, so I'll get your results back as soon as possible and I'll call you and let you know if you got the job. Thank you for coming here, have a good day."

"Thank you, and have a good day, too."

JT let himself out and ran as fast as he could, but Diego stopped him.

"How do you think you did?"

"Awesome, I think I'll get this job."

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

JT kept running until he got to his car. He actually felt like a man all on his own now.

When he got home, Liberty and his mom were in the kitchen talking about baby names.

"What about Sam or Samantha?" said Mrs. Yorke.

"Not bad."

"Hey guys!"

"James Tiberius Yorke, why didn't you tell me you had a job interview?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry."

"Next time, don't just leave a note, wake me up or something."

"OK."

"So how did it go?" Liberty asked.

"It went amazing. It wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be though. I think I'll get it. I hope I'll get it."

"You'll get it, don't worry." said his mom. "JT, I think you and Liberty need to talk about a few things."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"JT, it's nothing that you should freak out over…yet." said Liberty.

"Oh, OK."

"I'm gonna leave you two here to talk about this."

"OK mom. So, what's going on, Lib?"

"We haven't talked about all the major things for a baby."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we haven't talked about baby names and things like that. Your mom and I made a list of possible baby names while you were gone."

JT looked at the list and realized that Liberty was right; they hadn't talked about this at all.

"Pick two names that you like for each sex."

"That's easy. I like Justin and Aden, Jessica and Alex."

"Really, I liked those, too. Now, if you could only choose one name for each sex, what would it be?"

"I would say Aden and Alex."

"Me, too."

"So, what else did you and my mom talk about while I was gone?"

"She almost choked asking me what the baby was gonna call her. She said Nana or Mema, no Grandma because it makes her feel old."

"I guess that sounds fair. I wasn't so sure I wanted the baby to call her Grandma anyway. Was that it?"

"Your mom was helping me look at apartments we could move into."

"Why did you tell her that we were gonna move out?"

"Because we couldn't pack up and leave like that, and besides she didn't mind, she said she already knew that we weren't going to be able to stay here for too much longer."

"I know, but how come we couldn't tell her together?"

"Because we were already talking about our life changes and things and it just so happened that living arrangements popped into the conversation. It was kind of hard to ignore it."

"Oh."

"Yeah, we have narrowed it down to four apartments and one really cheap house kind of close to here."

"Really? That's amazing. What are they?"

"The Promenade, Watermarke, the Villas, and Meadowlands. The house we saw was in Livingston Park."

"I hear those houses are really nice."

"Yeah, the Villas and Watermarke are both townhouses and Promenade and Meadowlands are just apartments."

"OK, so when can we go check them out?"

"I already made the arrangements. The only time we can see Meadowlands is in like one hour, hour and a half, and tomorrow we are going to see the house and the two townhouses and on Monday, we are going to see the Promenade. They said they were busy when it sounded like a dungeon on the other side of the phone."

"Whatever, where is Meadowlands?"

"14874 Lake Shore Dr. They are like 15 minutes away from us, so we can leave in like 45 minutes. They said they had two open apartments, one of them two bedrooms and the other one bedroom. I don't really know which one we could live in so I figured both."

"What about the other apartments?"

"Promenade said only two bedrooms, Watermarke said one, two and three bedrooms, Villas said two bedrooms, and the house has 3 bedrooms."

"OK, I hope the house is reasonable price because a house would be so much better."

"Yeah, it would and it is reasonable. To rent it, it would be $1500."

"Wow, that's really great, but how many stories is it?"

"One."

"Good."

"Yeah, so let's get ready to go to Meadowlands."

They got ready and left to go see the apartments. When they got there, they tried to tell the person that they were there to take a look at the apartments.

"We're here to look at the available one bedroom and two bedroom that you guys have."

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about. We haven't had any calls or appointments scheduled since 3:40."

That was the time Liberty had called.

"We were the ones who made the appointment at 3:40."

"No, some people named Liberty Van Zandt and JT Yorke made an appointment."

"I'm Liberty Van Zandt and he's JT Yorke!"

"How do I know you're not lying? I mean I just told you who had made the appointment."

JT started to get pissed off.

"Listen lady, we know you're just trying to give us a hard time and right now I am not OK with it, so go find somebody more responsible other than you."

"Look who's talking! The teenage guy who knocked up his teenage girlfriend miss 'Liberty.' OK and I'm the one who's irresponsible."

"Whatever! Are there any other people here besides you?"

"Yeah, my coworkers and the manager. Why?"

"Can we talk to one of them, please?"

"Yeah, hold on a second. Megan! Get out here! Some people need to talk with you!"

Megan walked in and took the other woman's spot. She had a scratch on her forehead covered by a band-aid and a bruise on her arm. JT and Liberty both figured that she was in an abusive relationship.

"Is there something wrong with that lady?" asked Liberty.

"Yes, she wasn't supposed to get this job, but she beat up the interviewer until she finally said she got the job. We've been trying to fire her, but she just beats up one of the coworkers."

"Ohhhhhhh." JT and Liberty said simultaneously.

"What?"

"So that explains the bruise and the band-aid." said Liberty.

"Yeah, they told me that I was the strongest out of all of us and that I could probably take her down with one hit. I hit her, she fell, got back up, and all I remember is screaming until she knocked me out."

"Oh, wow. She's a monster!"

"Yeah, so what can you guys with?"

"We had an appointment to see your one-bedroom and your two-bedroom."

"Oh, right! You're Liberty and JT, right?"

"Yes"

"OK, well if you give me one minute to go get the keys, we'll be on our way."

"Thank you."

As soon as Megan walked out of the room, JT busted with flames of anger and rage.

"Why are we going to check out their apartments if we are going to have to deal with that lady?"

"That lady's name is Sheniqua and we aren't dealing with her. I don't know how they haven't figured this out yet, they can just call the police and tell them she's assaulting people and refusing to end her job. She can go to jail or do community service or something like that. I'll mention it to Megan while we're looking at the apartments."

Before JT could respond, Megan walked back into the room.

"You guys ready?"

"Yeah." responded JT.

They hopped into a caddy and went to the first building, the two-bedroom. It wasn't small, but it wasn't big either.

"Here is the master bedroom. You guys would have a walk-in closet and a walk-in linen closet as well in your bathroom. You bathtub is 5 by 10, and you will have two sinks."

"Not bad, but not to get off task or anything, but you do know that you guys can always call the police and tell them about Sheniqua, right?"

"Yeah, we have called and when they come, she magically turns herself into a helpless woman with three kids who's just trying to make a living for her and her kids, and the police buy her story even though one girl is in crutches another in a wheelchair for 6 months and me all bruised up. The manager is too afraid to talk to her, that's why he doesn't have any bruises."

"Oh, wow. She's a nutcase." said JT.

"Yes, but let's continue on with the tour. Your kitchen isn't too big, but for you guys, it looks like it'll be a good enough space for you two. The bedroom in the back, I'm guessing would be for your soon-to-be newborn baby. The baby won't have a walk-in closet, but it will have a nice-sized closet. The bedroom is the perfect size, just one sink though."

"Nice, I like it. Now how about the one-bedroom?" JT rushed.

"OK, let's go."

They hopped in the caddy and went a couple buildings down from the two-bedroom. When they got inside, Liberty felt as though she had been put inside a cardboard box. The space was as big as the master bedroom and bathroom combined.

"Yeah, this one's pretty small, I know. Sorry about that. I guess you won't be living in this apartment, huh?"

"No, I think we're done here."

They left out of the "cardboard box" and went back to the main office.

JT started thinking about parties and then remembered something.

"Excuse Megan, what type of luxuries do you guys have here?"

"We have a pool; a tennis court and a clubhouse where we let people throw parties, with approval of course."

"Wow, that sounds nice."

"Yes, it is nice."

"OK, well thank you Megan for the tour of the two-bedroom and cardboard- I mean one-bedroom. Have a good day." said Liberty, fighting the urge to say cardboard box.

"You too, I hope to see you again. Bye-bye."

JT and Liberty ran out of the main office and got in the car.

"Oh my gosh! We can't live here, JT! This place is HORRIBLE! This car is bigger than that cardboard box they call a one-bedroom and the two-bedroom is infested with roaches. I saw like four of them on that tour."

"I know and if you think I'm going to live with an office management that gets beat up whenever they try to tell someone they're fired, then you're bonkers!"

"Yes, of course and no I'm living here! So I guess they're off of our list and did you see those kids fighting at the picnic table?"

"No!"

"Oh my gosh! They were arguing and one little slapped the other and so they started fist fighting. I am not raising my child here."

"I feel the same way, too. Let's get home before my mom loses it."

"ANYTHING TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

JT pulled off as fast as he could and started driving back to his place. When they got home, they had looks of frustration, disgust, disappointment, and afraid.

"How did the tour go?"

"Horrible." said Liberty.

"Disgust."

"Sarcastic."

"Not what we thought it would be."

"What happened?"

"It was horrible, Ms. Yorke. One of the people who works at the front office beats up her coworkers if they try to fire her, little kids were fighting at a picnic table over something stupid probably, the two-bedroom was infested with roaches, the one-bedroom was a cardboard box and it's just not the kind of place you want to raise a child in."

"Wow, but in the brochure, they made it seem like it was the perfect place for raising a baby, that's why I said check it out."

"Yeah, and I'm surprised they're asking for that much money on crappy apartments. They're lucky I would pay them 5 dollars to buy the apartment."

"I'm sorry you didn't find a place, but to get your mind off of that I made burgers and fries. Toppings are on the counter, put on whatever you like."

"Are you going to eat with us?"

"No, I ate before you guys came."

"Oh OK."

Liberty made her plate before JT and they sat and ate dinner. When they finished, they got ready for bed. Before they went to bed, they had a conversation.

"Let's hope that tomorrow the other apartments will be better than today." said JT.

"I don't think it could get any worse."

"Hope not."

"You know, at first I didn't want this baby, but now I'm kind of excited. I'm going to be a mother!"

"Yep, and I'm going to be a daddy. We are going to be parents to Aden or Alex. How nice is that?"

"Very."

"Yeah, we should probably get some sleep. We have to get up early in the morning to go look at Villas."

"Yeah, you're right. Good night."

They kissed each other and fell asleep.