Chapter Four

A now familer rumbling in my stomach woke me up. I jumped off of my bed, not even thinking about Marc, and shot towards my bathroom. I think I threw up at least five times before noticing Marco.

"Marc, get out of here, this gets-" I stopped to hurl in the toilet again before continuing, "-this gets pretty gross."

"No, Abby, I said I was going to be here for you, even if that means holding your hair back while you retch in the toilet," he said with a small laugh.

I looked at him, "You know what would be amazing? Some mouthwash from underneath the sink." I flushed the toilet while he got the mouthwash. "Thanks," I said before taking a swing of the mouthwash and thoroughly rinsing my mouth out.

"Come on," he said leading me out of my bathroom and softly laying me on my bed as if he was nervous of me breaking. "Here," he handed me the Pepto Bismol that was on my bed side table. I took two pills and tried to sit up, Marco wouldn't let me.

"Marc, let me up." I said still struggling. He simply shook his head and laughed. "I'm not that sick, its just morning sickness." I struggled again but he easily kept me pinned down.

"So, it might help if you rested." He said keeping me down and sending me a pointed look to my belly that was slightly nervous.

"Please, I'm probably only two months pregnant and I did some research and they say that it helps the baby if you move around and exercise." I said, giving him a triumphant look as he let me up.

"Only because it will benifit the baby," I laughed at his cautious expression and went downstairs to make a sandwich.

"Should you be eating?" He asked nervously, looking towards the bread, my stomach, then to my mouth.

"Yeah, I better before I lose my...oh well," I lost my appitiete before I finished my sentence. I threw my sandwich away and settled for saltine crackers.

I went and laid on the couch in the living room and motioned for Marco to come lay next to me. "When's your mom going to get home," he asked, nervously not coming any closer, he just stayed off to the side standing nervously.

"Marco Benjamin Lewis, why are you so nervous all of the sudden," I grabbed his chin and made him look me in the eye. "You were not this nervous, last week, yesterday, or even earlier today, what has gotten into you?" I was on another one of my mood swings.

"While you were napping, I was thinking...what if I mess up his life? Your life? What if you grow to hate me because I did this to you? Or if the baby turns out bad because of me? I don't know how to be a dad, I'm not good with children or what if I can't help you during this pregnancy. I know nothing about this, and I don't know where to start. What if I just...screw up like I always do?" Marc sat down during the begining of his speech and I saw his vunerable side for the first time.

He was looking down on the couch when I pulled him into a hug, then I said, low in his ear, "Marc, I'm scared too, I'm worried too. I don't know what to do either, I'm going off instinct and research. We'll do this together, Marco. We'll learn together. And everyone goes into the first pregnancy not knowing what to do, we wont be the only ones who have. You wont screw up because you are going to love this baby, and this baby is going to love you."

We were still embracing when my mom walked in, "Well, whats going on in here?"

Mom set down her bag on the kitchen table and took off her jacket, showing off her scrubs. She's works at the local hospital as a surgeon.

I made a quick desicion, "Mom, I'm pregnant." I said quickly and her face paled.

She sunk into a seat at the table, "Wh-h-at?" She breathed the words, I could barely hear her.

"I'm pregnant," I said slowly again, feeling slightly releived when I said it. Felt like I could breath easier.

The shocked stage passed and the anger stage came up, "HOW THE HELL COULD YOU BE SO STUPID? YOU'RE SIXTEEN, HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?"

I had a feeling that was retorical but I couldn't help saying, "I think you know how," I sent her a weak smile and her face got red.

Then it deflated into a worn out face, "Abigail, how could this happen? I knew you were sexually active but I thought you were smart enough to use condoms, I told Megean and Camille to give you that package, I was hoping you would use them."

"Wait, you gave Meg and Cami those condoms? I knew they wouldn't actually go in a store and buy a fifty pack of condoms! And as for using them, I did, well not ALL of them. I guess one of them ripped." I said and then her face went into one of happiness.

"I'm gonna be a grandma," her face slowly morphed into a smile and my jaw dropped.

"Really? It was that easy? Maybe I really should've asked for birth control if I knew you would be this coroprotive." I mused and Mom got a horrified look on her face.

"NO! Cause then I wouldn't be a grandma!" She yelled then me and Marc laughed. My mom was so the opposite from other moms.

"Well, okay, I'm gonna go start dinner. Marco would you like to stay?" My mom asked him putting her hair into a low ponytail.

"Sure Ms. Lane." He smiled at my mom and he looked like most of his previous nerves were gone.

"Please call me Becky," she sent me another estastic smile before she went into the kitchen.

"Lets go up to my room," I said, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs.

"Oh, your room," he said and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh stuff it, you dirty pig. Yes, my room, I have to change out of my puke clothes. Now stay on my bed while I change and turn around," I said as we walked into my room and gently pushed him down on my bed. "And don't peek," I said pointing a finger at him and he held his hands up before turning around.

I picked out some basketball shorts and a t-shirt, not really feeling good I also threw my hair in a sloppy ponytail.

I told Marco he could turn around as I sank on my bed, wanting to take another nap, "Abby, you cant take another nap now, you'll never go to bed." Marco said, gently pushing me into a sitting possition.

"I know, Marc, but I'm just so tired," I over-acted, dramticly flinging my head on his shoulder.

"You're such a little drama queen," he said smiling at me, before laying down and pulling me with him. I nestled into his chest and he had one hand on my hip and one on my head.

"You know you love me," I murmered before I yawned. He just laughed and I gently punched him, too tired to do any damage.

Before I knew it was dinner time and I was starving. I ate almost more than Marco did, and Marc ate like a pig. Like a super pig. Like a super pig on steriods.

"So, Marco, have yall told your parents yet?" My mom asked after dinner and she was bringing in some brownies.

"No Mom, I only went to the doctor this morning. We haven't exactly had the time to discuss that kind of stuff," I said with my mouth full of brownie.

"Oh, so I'm the first to know?" She asked excitedly and I shook my head smiling. Her face drooped, "Second?" I shook my head again, "Third?" Another shake, "Fourth?" After I shook my head again she got playfully mad, "Fifth? Really? Your mother was fifth to know about your baby?"

"Actually, you were seventh," I said and cringed as if waiting for the yelling but she just playfully huffed and turned her nose up at me.

I gave her a hug and did the dishes with Marc before going up to my room again, "So, when are we going to tell your parents?"

He gave me a mock-pleading look, "Do we have to?" He whined and I laughed as I went to go wash my face.

"Yes," I teased coming out with white suds all over my face and gently massaging it with my hands. "When I come around with a huge prego belly, I want your parents to know that you caused that," I gave him a small smirk before going back into my bathroom to wash off the suds.

"Oh, so in other words you want to watch me die by the hands of my mother, then buried by my father," he said blandly, as I came back out to change into some shorts and a tanktop (it gets extremly hot in my room at night, no matter what weather). I changed with my back to him, he's already seen it but I wasn't in the mood for any fooling around.

"No, I just want them to know their granddaughter. You know they love me, they might not react as well as my mom unexpectedly did, but they aren't going to kill you or me." I said brushing my hair out after taking it down from its ponytail. "You're always saying how Apryl wanted more children around the house since she found out that after Kimmy she couldn't have anymore children," Kimmy is his six year old sister and he is absolutly adorable. His mom, Apryl, found out just last year that she could no longer have children. Apparently, Kimmy was wider than Marco when he was born and messed up something on her insides.

"I think she meant either children from her womb or adopted. Her 17 year old, high school student, is not where she thought where the next baby would be coming from." He said and motioned for me to come snuggle with him on my bed.

"Did you text your mom and tell her you were staying over at Davey's?" I asked after a few seconds of silence and he kissed my head.

"Nope. I texted her saying I'm staying at your place. She said okay and not to do anything your mom would frown upon." He laughed at his mom's choice of words.

"If this had been a week ago, I would've said that I wish your mom was mine but with how good my mom reacted to the baby news, I can no longer say that," I said and laughed when he playfully used the hand on my hip to swat my stomach. "Dont hit the baby," I said kiddingly but he bent down and pulled up my shirt to see my stomach.

He placed a soft kiss right above my belly-button and whispered, "Sorry, baby." I laughed at his actions and gently rubbed his head. He rested his head on my stomach, with one ear on my belly button and arms wrapped around my waist. We fell asleep that way, with his postition, and my tanktop pulled halfway up.