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Hi, Im Kimberly. Im 19 years old. I have a great husband named Ian. I know you're probably thinking "Husband??" Right? This is my story. :)

  When I was 15, two weeks away from being 16. I found out I was pregnant. Yes, by Ian. He was 17 at the time. I was so scared. I always told my self that wasnt planned for my life. I wanted to become a nurse. I told my parents first before Ian. I didnt want to tell them, who wants to tell their parents they are pregnant and only 15, almost 16. I told them, that day I found out. I was scared and didnt know who to turn to. My bestfriend had been killed in a car wreck just a couple weeks before and I couldnt go to her the only other person I trusted other than my parents and boyfriend. My parents were suprized, they really didnt expect this from me. I had always been the good girl. They told me that even though they were disappointed but they would help me if I needed anything and would be there for support. They said 'You should probably tell Ian as soon as possible." Of course I was scared, thoughts went through my head like "He is going to leave me", "What if he doesnt love me anymore?"   The next day, the day after I told my parents, I got the courage to ask him to come over so we could "talk." When he got there he could tell something was wrong, and kissed me. We both sat on the bench on my porch. I began telling him. He had a blank look on his face the whole time. When I was through he left, and didnt tell me where he was going. I was calling his name as tears were forming and he ignored me and drove off. I was crying so hard. About an hour later he came back with tons of sacks in his hands and said "Dont be sad baby, im not going anywhere." I opened all the stuff and there was diapers, formula, burping rags,junk food and a bib that said "I have the best mommy ever". From that moment on I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. One month into my pregnancy he took me on a picnik with him. It was on a riverside. He brought music and sandwiches and all my favorite food. He kept telling me he loved me. When we were dont he said "Kimberly wait", He got down on one knee and tied his shoe. I laughed and when he was done tieing his shoe he had a box in his hand with the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. I said "yes" of course. When I was about two months along we were going to find out if it was a boy or girl. A week before our appointment Ian went and got some sneakers. He kept telling me and my parents "it's a boy!" We all doubted him. So we went to the appointment and found out it was a BOY!!  On July 7 our baby, Carson was born at 8 lbs and 6 ounces. Now three years later, Ian and I are married happily. We're also expecting again. :) I'm in college for my second year studying in fashion, Ian's third year studying to be a doctor. Carson is 3 years old and excited to be a big brother.