I lay back in my bed, sighing. Week 29. Everyday, it seemed my baby grew a little more. I keep my eye out for Hannah. I have never seen her complain. Not once. I admire her for that.

It hurts to watch her go through this. Every time I see her, I wish I could take her in my arms. Let her know she doesn’t have to go through this alone.

Let her know I love her.

I groaned. I was miserable. Needing to cheer up, I reached between my mattress, grabbing the ultrasound pictures of my baby. The ones Hannah brought.

I have stared at this photo for hours. I can’t believe this baby is mine. I try to look for my resemblance in him. I look for my nose, my hands, and my ears. Anything. But the baby is too young to tell anything about him. I just had to wait another ten weeks.

Smiling, I look at my baby. Trying to imagine what it will be like. I was so engrossed in the photo, that I didn’t hear my mom approaching. Or my door opening. I did hear her sharp intake of breathe.

I threw the picture behind me. “Hi mom,” I stuttered.

She shook her head. “Please tell me that was not an ultrasound picture.”

I looked down, guiltily. “That would be lying,” I whispered.

“Is…is it yours?”

I nod.

She sat down next to me, her head in her hands. “Logan. How could you be so stupid? Didn’t your father tell you to use…”

I interrupted. “Yeah mom. I…I just made a big mistake.”

She shook her head at me. “Oh Logan,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry mom. I’m not expecting money or anything. I got a job. And I’m trying to work out colleges and…mom?”

She looked up, her eyes filled with tears. I walked up and gathered her in a hug. We sat there together, tears dripping down our cheeks. 




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