3rd Wheel
I paced my room… again. I had found that I had been doing that lately.
'What if he won't?' Half of my head thought.
'What if he will?' The other half replied. This is the way I've had to sort things out since I got pregnant. My mind gets all mixed up, and I can only talk to people who are light-headed, like me. Not always 'everything will be okay', like me. Not afraid to think about the negatives, like me.
Since there is no one like that, I decided to just talk to myself. Call me crazy, but it's the only thing keeping me sane, which sounds like a total opposite.
'It is a lot to ask of him.' The kind part of my mind said.
'But he should still give me an answer. Talk to me about it… not just run away.' The mean side of my mind contradicted.
I stopped pacing and looked down to see that my once-white socks were now starting to turn the color of my oh-so-hated pink carpet.
"You should really stop pacing." I was about to yell at the mean side of my head to shut up, but the I realized that the voice wasn't in my head. "Hey."
I looked back up to see my door half open, with a mess of brown on top of a handsome face.
"Hey." I sat on my bed and motioned for him to come in. Jack walked over to me and sat down.
"Your parents must not care," He looked at me with a cross between sympathy… and understanding. "Do they?"
I looked into his cocoa brown eyes. I felt as though I could drown in them. "They don't. They don't care that their 14 year old daughter is going to have a baby, without a father."
I pulled my knees to my chest. "I woke up this morning with a paper printed off of an adoption center."
Jack looked down guiltily when I mentioned the word 'father'. "Kim, I…"
"No, Jack," I said, looking back at him with regret. "I feel bad for putting this on you."
"You shouldn't."
"But I do." I looked to him and could almost see the gears turning.
"I don't want to give up the baby. I don't want to see the look in his or her eyes when I hand him or her off to some strange lady he or she doesn't even know. Without a father… I don't know how I'd even take care of my baby."
The room was silent for a second. I long, dreadful second. I almost thought Jack would run out of the room, yell at me for thinking this way, or give me his sorrows.
"I'll do it."
I stared at him. "Take my baby to the adoption center?"
"No," He looked at me with weak confidence. "I'll be your baby's father."
Awwwww… sweet, right? I bet some of you saw that coming. Am I right?
*cricket chirps*
Anyway, do you know what I'm doing? First was 1 Month and Counting, then Two Heard Are Better Than One, and then 3rd Wheel? I'm counting the months that she's pregnant because it takes 9 months.
*cricket chirps*
What? I thought it was clever…
*cricket chirps*
Oh… come here, you!