Feb 10th, 7:25am:

WHIRLLLLLL… the engine roared into the sky. Trevor was a good pilot, more importantly he didn't ask questions. That's why he had picked him to fly. 10 hours Argentina.

They each sat in recliner seats of the small private plane, between them a thin console space that hardly fit both their arms. The plane had been getting some work done over the winter and the loveseat had been removed.

His pinky grazed her hand due to lack of space. He awkwardly ran his hand through his hair stuffing it in the seat by his side.

He wished he wasn't so awkward with her, but hell they were both only 15 year old children with another on the way. What's more is that they were just kids escaping off to the middle of nowhere.

He knew it sounded insane when she approached him with the idea, but he couldn't say no. He wouldn't ever be able to say no to her. She made his heart skip a beat and it was his fault they were facing this predicament after all.

…….

She gulped hoping he couldn't hear. The graze had sent an lectric jolt through her.

What am I even doing… what are we doing. It wasn't that she wanted to go away for months, it was that HAD to, she NEEDED to.

Her Dad was about to start a campaign in which his name would be tarnished if any news came out about his 15 year old daughter getting knocked up. She was protecting her Dad, no matter how little he protected her from the creeps and tabloids of the political world.

Not only that but Macey also wanted him. She couldn't be separated from him for months which was inevitable if they confided in their families, she wouldn't take that risk.

He was the only one that really saw her, that understood her. And right now at this moment she needed him in her life if she was going to have this baby.

Oh baby, her hand jolted to her stomach.

It's a baby in here. Her eyes got hot and tears began to form. Knock it off you have to be the strong one her head reminded her but it was no use for the raging second trimester hormones. She peeked a glance at the boy beside her.

…….

He was staring back into her glassy eyes, his giving away the concern.

He didn't know what was going through her mind. Was it the baby, the flight, their relationship. He wanted to get it right before spitting words out sounding stupid. Oh no…

By the time his brain registered what he was seeing the tears had begun streaming down her porcelain face.

So instead of thinking more he didn't use words. He used instinct. His right arm that was stuffed in the side of the chair filled the small gap of the console and wrapped around her side, only making the salt stream faster. His left came around the other side until her head rested on his chest meeting him in the middle over the table.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened," She murmured after some time still wrapped in his comforting embrace.

He still didn't know what to say he didn't know what had upset her, "There's nothing to be sorry for" He backed up slightly so their eyes could connect, "Im going to be here no matter what."

It hit her so hard she wanted to cry again. He really knew what to say. She needed that, needed someone after 15 years of having nanny after nanny. She had yearned for it for years.

TBC…