***My House***

If I haven't proven that my family is crazy, this might change your mind. My mom is practicing giving birth on our living room. I REPEAT practicing giving birth on the LIVING room FLOOR. It was my Aunt Kendra's idea.

"You're doing great, baby. Just keep breathing," My dad said. I'm just surprised that he's a part of this.

"NO NO NO," Kendra said, frustrated. "Giving birth is now like how it is in the movies. It is bloody and bestial and you get poop all over your cowboy boots. Did you not learn anything when Savannah was born?"

"Don't' bring me into this," I said. Please?

"Well, I'm just trying to be supportive," My dad said, in his defense. "When we had Savannah it was last minute and I was always at school so I couldn't take these classes."

"I told you guys not to bring me into this," I said.

"Well, this isn't about you, Will," Aunt Kendra said.

"I'm sorry, Kendra when was I making this about me?"

"Ugh. You have to be liked, Will. You're nice and supportive and you avoid conflict."

My dad looked at my mom to see if it was true, she nod. Then he looked at me and I said: "kind of…"

"Your wife is going to be pushing a watermelon out of her boy howdy in five months. She doesn't need nice, she needs dolomites."

"I can be tough," my dad said, so sure of himself.

"Sure you can, sweetie." She then came down to their level and kneed down. "Okay, why don't you come on down here? I'm going to show you how to rub the gas bubbles out of your wife's stomach."

All of a sudden my mom started panicking. I think she's having an anxiety attack.

"I don't want him touching my stomach," my mom said. "I mean, maybe he would bruise the baby!" What the hell mom?

"What?" my dad looks as confused as I was.

"Honey, would you make me a BLT?"

"Uh, sure, but it's going to take a while."

"That's ok. Go with him, Savannah."

"Uh, ok." I followed my dad to the kitchen. He got the buns out; I got the lettuce and tomato out.

"I hope watching this doesn't make you want to have a baby," he said to me. Remember when I said they usually give me "the talk" every once in a while? This is one of those moments.

"Trust me after seeing that I probably won't be able to watch Secret Life anymore."

"Good, because you're my daughter and I don't want some guy to take advantage of you." He kissed my head. Then he walked back into the living room with two sandwiches. I heard a ding. I checked my phone. It was a text from Austin:

"Hey I know this is out of nowhere, but do you want to go out?"

My heart fluttered. My cheeks turn red. Why am I blushing over him?

"Sure." I replied.

***Few days later, at school***

I was at my locker getting my math book out. My friend, Vanessa came up to me.

"So I heard from a little birdie that you are dating Austin now," She asked. "Well are you?"

"Yes, I am," I said as I closed my locker. "Does it matter?"

"No, I just need to know everything it is that you do."

"Uh, stalker, much?"

"I meant, because I'm your best friend since 2nd grade."

"Well, my parents don't know yet."

"Are you actually hiding something from them?"

"No, I'm just waiting for the right time."

"What would your dad think?"

"He's going to be mad at first, but it's not like I'm really breaking any rules here." The bell rang. "I got to go to math, see you later?"

"Yeah, see you later."

***That night***

I was lying in bed looking at my phone. Austin and I have been texting non-stop all night. Thank god for unlimited texting. We had said goodnight already.

"How far along is she," I heard my mom said.

"A few weeks," I heard my dad reply. "It breaks my heart. I mean, they're scared to death. They're just kids. They can't raise a baby."

I wonder who they're talking about…

***Two days later***

My dad and I went to the football game to support the team, because apparently my dad helped them to dance their way to "victory"? My family is so weird. Anyway, we walked up the bleachers.

"Do you mind if we sit here," my dad asks some redhead.

"No," she said. "I don't mind."

"At least, we know it's clean."

"Yeah."

"Oh, Emma, this is my daughter, Savannah."

"Hi," she says to me as she extends her hand out for me to shake. I shake it and say hi back. A bad rendition of the National Anthem on the trumpet was playing. After that earsplitting moment, they started the game.

Only twenty seconds left of the game, they were getting beaten…pretty bad. They got in the position for the next play. All of a sudden an earsplitting feedback started to happen. Then the song "Single Ladies (Put a Ring on it)" came on and the football team started to do the dance! Everyone started to laugh and dance along. Afterwards, they snap the ball and got a touchdown!

Five seconds left of the game, if we make the field goal we win! This kid, I think his name is Kurt, goes up to the ball. He twirls around his hand to let the guy know to play the song. Kurt kicks the ball and…HE MAKES IT! That's the first game that William McKinley High School won!

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