I was lying on top of my bed reading a book when my phone vibrated. Julia. It wasn't such a big surprise to me that she had called be but I wondered why she was calling me so late. Still, I reached for the phone and hit the green button.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi Jason," she replied quietly. "We need to talk. This is really important. Meet me at the park in a half hour."
The line went dead. "Hello." Nothing. I jumped out of bed and got ready to head to the park.
I met her at the park a half hour later to find her sitting on the park bench by herself, staring at the ground. I took a seat beside her and grabbed one of her hands and held it. I had a good feeling that there was something on her mind that she wanted to share with me but I didn't say anything.
I couldn't help but stare at her face for a while. She had beautiful brown eyes, straight and long brown hair and the cutest little nose. And when she smiled… I couldn't help but smile too. After all, she did have a beautiful smile. Even from looking at her face from the side was breathtaking for me. Julia looked so relaxed at that very moment it was hard to forget that I was there for a reason.
The two of us sat there on the park bench in silence as the hour went by. Finally, Julia took a deep breath and spoke.
"Jason, this is not something very easy for me to say but I think that it would be best if you were the first person to know about this." She paused for a moment before she said, "I think I'm pregnant."
My first thought was that she was pulling a prank on me and then she was going to laugh in my face but I didn't say anything. How could this be possible? I began to feel myself shaking and realized that I was panicking.
This was the day that I found out that I was going to be a father. A father? I'm only 18-years-old and I'm going to be a father! I've got my whole life still ahead of me to go through on my own before I decide to settle down and have a family! I wanted to go to university, get a degree and a good job that I would have for a very long time.
This sudden feeling of shock quickly passed and then I felt that I was being selfish. I couldn't abandon Julia with a baby to handle on her own! To live with the guilt that I left my first child behind would practically crush me.
"What do you mean 'think'?" I wondered.
"I missed my period this month and I think it might be because I am pregnant."
"So, if you're pregnant, what are we going about this?" I asked her.
"I don't know, Jason. Should I keep the baby? Should I give it up for adoption? Should I just have an abortion and get rid of it? I honestly don't have the slightest clue on what I should do." Her voice cracked and she swallowed hard.
"No, you can't have an abortion!" I replied instantly.
"Why not? It would solve all of my problems if I just had an abortion and moved on with my life. Nobody but the two of us would even know and nothing else could happen."
"If you have an abortion you're basically killing your child before it is even born. How would you feel living with this on your conscience knowing that you were responsible for the death of your baby before their birth?"
My phone vibrated and I pulled it out. Mom. She's probably wondering where I am.
I turn back to Julia. "Julia, I need to go. My mom probably wants me to come home now. It is getting pretty late," I added. "We'll talk more about this tomorrow." I kissed her softly on the cheek and began to make my way home.
I realized that my phone stopped vibrating and then a message appeared. Where are you? I quickly replied, I'm on my way home. I'll be there in 10.
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